[Fic] Lazy Mornings (EXO)
Title: Lazy Mornings
Pairings: Chanyeol/Sehun, Chanyeol/Kai, Baekhyun/Lay, Xiumin/Lay, Kai/Lay, Lu Han/Kai, Lu Han/D.O., Xiumin/D.O., Sehun/Kai, Baekhyun/Kai, Suho/Chen, Suho/Kai, Gen
Rating: up to NC-17
Genres: fluff, smut
Summary: 20 various prompt requests. Smut is marked.
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Prompt: Mini requests <3 Something non-au in which Chanyeol realizes that Sehun has a crush on him (e.g. Sehun generally being a brat but shy and meek around Chanyeol). And Chanyeol's reaction to it. I'll leave it to you to decide how because I can image TOO many different reactions ^^
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He puffed up like a frog sometimes when Chanyeol looked at him, that was really the only way that Chanyeol could put it. One second Sehun was laughing at, well, anything, and then he caught Chanyeol’s eye and froze. Chanyeol’s first thought was that he’d done something wrong, but Sehun still joked with him, still leaned into him. He just…looked down or away a lot. His neck had some pivot on it that kept him from looking straight at Chanyeol, like they were magnets that couldn’t meet.
And it wasn’t like he just slammed down beside Chanyeol like he did with Joonmyun, plastering against any side in some kind of display of having the rights of the youngest and exercising them. It wasn’t like he was going to protest, because-
But he wanted to know why.
Why, when Chanyeol grabbed Sehun’s shoulder and hauled him in for a chat, that Sehun let out a shaky breath and went lax. It wasn’t like Sehun had ever been scared of him. He cupped Sehun’s neck, a friendly gesture, and watched Sehun’s eyebrows furrow.
He wanted to cuff Sehun like a puppy, get it out of him. He didn’t like it, didn’t like the quiet, the tentativeness, didn’t like not knowing. And then Sehun bit his lower lip, and something sort of clicked in Chanyeol’s brain. The quiet. Not meeting Chanyeol’s eyes. Sticking close but not-
It made sense. Sehun was acting like he liked Chanyeol, like maybe Chanyeol was being oblivious and it was obvious to everyone else and they were all laughing at him and Sehun’s blatant crush. He could ask and prod and jest, but there was one way he’d know for sure.
So he kissed Sehun, waited for a moment until he realized Sehun wasn’t trying to push him off. So he knew, and he heard the sound that was almost like a whimper as their lips slid together, clinging even as Chanyeol pulled away. Sehun’s eyes were closed, exhaling as Chanyeol looked at him.
“Really?” Chanyeol asked.
He didn’t think he was imagining the blush when Sehun clenched his lips together and looked up. He wasn’t sure if he was going to get a crabby response, or something that was going to make him want to throw up his hands. But Sehun just kind of grinned, sheepish. And his stupid heart mostly just melted. It helped that the kiss had been nice.
So he let Sehun pull him down for another.
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Prompt: Chanyeol/Kai - prostitute Kai smut
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He was…restless. That was a good word for it. He hadn’t dated in a while, had no real prospects besides his mother clucking at him and offering the daughters of family friends to him. Maybe one day, but that wasn’t what he was in the mood for. He didn’t want porn, didn’t want to go home and jack off to something totally faked. He wanted a human being to touch his body and be invested in getting him off. It wasn’t like he could just go pick someone up at a bar.
“What’re you looking for?”
“How much?” Chanyeol asked, and was surprised when the man opened the car door and slid inside.
“Fifty for a blow job. Same if you want to do me. More if-“
Fifty was steep. “What about forty?”
“Fifty. I know what I’m doing, I promise. I’m Kai.”
Make it personal. Make it hard to turn him away.
But Chanyeol wanted, so he decided money be damned.
“Fifty’s fine. Where?”
“Drive and I’ll show you.”
Kai didn’t bother belting in, just directing Chanyeol around a few blocks to an alley with no facing windows and a long stretch of dark. It was a shock when his headlights turned off.
“No one will see here. Fifty?”
Chanyeol fumbled for the money, handing it over and waiting until Kai was satisfied.
“Scoot back, unless you want it against the wall out there.”
That was too exposed. At least in the car there was the illusion of privacy. He slid his seat back, giving Kai - if that was even his name - room to work. Anticipation had him partly hard when Kai pulled his cock free, and Kai made a sound, glancing up.
“Nice.”
Chanyeol bet he said that to all the guys, but his ego was stroked anyway. It didn’t take much manipulation on Kai’s part to get him hard enough to roll the condom on. And then, Kai wasted no time wrapping his lips around him.
Chanyeol wondered how many cocks Kai sucked a night, if he was as good as he claimed. Made sense to get started, get Chanyeol off so he could get fifty off some other sucker eager to get off. But he settled in, relaxed, moaning at the drag of Kai’s mouth, the wet sucking sounds. Kai’s tongue was clever, looping circles and tight swerves that had him throbbing. But his hands were clever too, one stroking Chanyeol’s cock and the other gentle on his balls.
When Chanyeol couldn’t keep his hips from lifting, Kai didn’t choke or stop him, instead moaning around him, catching at him more firmly. Suddenly he wished he’d taken Kai up on his offer of doing it outside, when he could have grabbed Kai’s head and controlled it. As it was he gripped his door handle and his steering wheel, and he moaned as Kai swallowed around him. The high sound couldn’t have come from his own throat but it did, and he gasped at the bobbing of Kai’s head over his cock. The pull of his mouth. The warmth. The stroking.
Chanyeol’s head fell back against his headrest and moaned as he came into the condom. Kai kept stroking him throat it, until his thighs relaxed and his body with them. He was still dazed when Kai took off the condom, tied it and tucked Chanyeol’s cock back into his underwear and pants.
Efficient. Definitely knowing what he was doing.
Jongin gave him a minute, at least, to get himself together. He got himself settled at the wheel, and drove Kai back to where they’d met.
He handed Kai an extra bill when he got out, and Kai walked around to the driver’s side window. He had a business card with ~KAI~ emblazoned across it.
“Like I said, nice. Maybe I’ll give you a discount if you come back for more,” Kai said.
And he walked off, assumably to find his next client.
He hated to think he was that predictable, that Kai assumed he’d be back. But he couldn’t say he wasn’t, either.
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Prompt: oh oh uh may I ask for girl!jongin losing her virginity? smut
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It was Chanyeol’s hands, maybe. Or maybe the dirty grins he sent Jongin. The way he looked at her. The way he could box her in against a wall and she didn’t even want to punch him in the gut to get him to back off - unless he was tickling her, in which case, all bets were off.
They were neither of them new to pleasure, by themselves or with each other, and he did not treat her like he was dating her as a way to get off. She’d felt him hard against her belly far before she felt him with her hand, had moaned against his kisses as his fingers teased her breasts.
With her legs hitched around his waist, she laughed into his neck as he carried her into her bedroom. Condoms were laid out like fine tableware, as carefully orchestrated as her choice of underwear had been. But her bra and panties were in a heap on the living room floor, a product of his eager fingers as she’d rocked in his lap - and she’d been the one to beg for the bed. He’d gathered her up, her skirt still on, and took her with him. They’d napped together, played together in that bed. She’d moaned for him there, and moaned for him then as he trapped her, her hair splaying as he wriggled over her.
Chanyeol pressed a very solemn kiss to each of her breasts, eyes flirting with her. “Pretty.”
She scoffed and grinned when she made him hiss at her lifted hips. And she kissed him, the open edges of his shirt teasing her sides as their skin met, his feeling even warmer than hers. She was aching for it, a deep throbbing pull that grew no lighter the way his hips pressed her thighs wider.
“You already seduced me,” she laughed, pushing at his shoulders when he tried to kiss her all gentle.
“Maybe I need to be seduced,” he pouted, and then nearly went cross-eyed when she held a condom up in front of his face. “Ah. I’m seduced.”
The giggle they shared should’ve been embarrassing, but she was too busy helping him get the packet open.
She watched with eager eyes as he covered himself with the condom. Tonight, that was hers. Since his fingers fit, she figured she’d have no problems since his fingers were exactly delicate. Most of the way positive, hardly even wary at all. Want overrode the majority of it. Still, he kissed her, nuzzled with her and got so very close.
It didn’t matter how wet she was, he was still- She inhaled at the pressure, the stretch, and nearly found herself holding her breath before she remembered to breathe. And Chanyeol was watching her like she was going to shriek, or maybe also like he was going to come all over if he wasn’t careful.
“It’s bigger than your fingers,” Jongin said, and he sputtered out a laugh. It had been a compliment and not a complaint.
Slow, the give of her body and the press of his. But not too slow- Chanyeol was the one who moaned when she lifted her hips. Not too slow, her fingers curling in his hair as he kissed her like she was a luxury he was indulging in, the shifting of his hips only making her want more. Jongin’s breath caught at his moans, the way he kissed along her her neck. She felt like she was on fire, the heat of him all over her, the slide of him inside her. Her hand stole between them trying to abate some of pleading ache and only intensified it as their bodies rocked together.
“So-“ Chanyeol started. “I- Jongin.”
A good try, punctuated by moans, his eyes almost unfocused with want as he panted.
“Come on,” she urged him, and he groaned, his head dropping as his hips rocked faster, sending the pleasure deeper like some kind of spark waiting. He was the one who shuddered first, his hips pressing hard as he moaned into her collarbones. But she wasn’t left behind, pressing her face against his hair as she gasped and came to his moans and pulse of him still in her, all but convulsing under him as the pleasure gripped her.
Somehow she felt like it should’ve ben the reverse, him taking care of her, but men. Chanyeol was the one whimpering as she sloppily kissed his cheek, giving her a loopy smile when she beamed at him. Maybe the start had been slow, but the end had been fantastic. They had plenty of time to perfect it.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing
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Baekhyun didn’t shiver when Yixing’s finger ran down his side, but it was a close thing. Just a drip, maybe, as Yixing wiped his finger on the towel around Baekhyun’s waist. In the mirror, Baekhyun could see the upper part of Yixing’s chest, his shoulders, and he turned so he could see a little more. With his hair still fluffy and damp from their shower, Yixing was still a little flushed, and Baekhyun tried to reel him in.
“I think that was pretty great,” Baekhyun teased, watching the corners of Yixing’s lips curl.
“I enjoyed it, too,” Yixing said, his hands settling on Baekhyun’s waist as Baekhyun drew him in with arms around his neck.
“Which part?” Baekhyun asked, wiggling his hips, and laughing when Yixing’s eyes went a bit wide.
“That,” Yixing allowed. “And this.”
“Oh.”
It was a soft sound, agreement when Yixing leaned in to kiss him, the softness of Yixing’s lips urging his. He moaned softly as Yixing stroked up his back, nearly shivering to get closer, get another kiss.
A little bit more of that, and they’d have needed another shower.
“I liked that too,” Baekhyun said.
Baekhyun nuzzled in against him, and felt Yixing smile.
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Prompt: can i get some kind of uni!au :33 w/ fem!xiulay?? hehehe :33
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Weekends were sacred. Sleeping in, ignoring schoolwork that was being put off until the last minute - at least one of them did that anyway. Step one: celebrate Friday night as thoroughly as possible. Step two: sleep in. Step three: acquire the best food possible. It was decadent, coffee for Minseok, hot chocolate for Yixing, and a sticky pastry for them to share. Yixing’s hair was smoothed down from the wild mop it’d been when she’d woken with her face in it, and Minseok had been directly responsible for both conditions.
Yixing was like a particularly content cat when Minseok combed out her hair, and she was equally so in the shade where they’d set up to enjoy the quiet and relatively mild temperatures. Someone on another stretch of lawn was playing frisbee and paying them no mind.
Though with Yixing spread all over the grass, she wished they were alone - but that didn’t keep her for leaning down for a kiss.
“Sweet,” Minseok said, and got laughed at because Yixing was still holding a piece of roll that was just as sugar-filled as the kiss had been. “What should we do next?”
Yixing fought about that for a moment, eyelashes dipping.
“Maybe a nap,” Yixing said, hooking her ankle across Minseok’s.
And that sounded perfect.
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Prompt: hi~ do you mind writing a sequel to that Kai/yixing catboy married the emperor AU? (maybe smut and how their relationship has changed?) smut
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They played Jongin’s game of strategy some days for who had a say in what came after. Yixing had gotten wise to some of Jongin’s strategy, pulling out surprise moves that won him the upper hand. Once in a while, very infrequently because Jongin was competitive, he even let Yixing get the better of him because it pleased him to watch Yixing smile and skirt their playing table to press a kiss to Jongin’s mouth. It pleased him to be tugged up, to have his robe opened and his waist held as Yixing kissed him. He sprawled out on the luxurious cover, stroking its softness and feeling pampered as Yixing’s warm skin pressed against his.
There were gentle fingers against his ears, lips against his neck, and Yixing’s reward was his own.
He did not keep his own bed except for when Yixing required it, and it gave them moments like that, where a game led to Yixing’s hands on his thighs and dripping oil against him.
He grinned, the purr rolling through him as Yixing filled him.
“Your Majesty,” he murmured, and Yixing laughed. Once he’d felt like an adornment on Yixing’s robe but Yixing was not just an emperor. There were no pronouncements in their bed -unless Yixing intent on both their pleasure counted.
It made him shiver, pleased, when people looked at Yixing and envied Jongin his place. He was the one who rubbed his ears against Yixing’s neck and slept with his head on Yixing’s chest, and caused his moans. And he was then, too, his own moans answering as Yixing rocked into him, kissed him. The giving warmth of his mouth, his stroking fingers. He struggled to breathe, purring when he could kiss Yixing no more and moaning into his neck.
“Please,” he murmured, and felt Yixing shudder for him. Yixing was his. Yixing had married him. Yixing took his pleasure with him. Yixing-
Sometimes when Yixing looked at him, Jongin thought that Yixing loved him.
And sometimes Yixing nuzzled against his face and Jongin knew.
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Prompt: daddy!kink please? >< like maybe jongin accidentally calls luhan That during sex and they slowly work through it and start using kinks in their relationships? smut
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It was an accident, and Jongin would’ve sworn it until the ends of the earth. So maybe some of his fantasies included it, and he really got off when he fingered himself and moaned with it. It was barely a shadow on his mind when Lu Han lifted his hips and fucked him harder, barely more than that when Lu Han grabbed his cock and started jerking him off.
“Wanna come?” Lu Han teased, clearly knowing how close Jongin was.
“Ugh. Daddy, please.”
Lu Han didn’t stop, to his credit, and when the first flash of shock washed over Jongin’s skin, his body showed poor enough form to immediately come all over himself. At least, as he was tying himself in knots inside, Lu Han got off too. At least he wasn’t so disgusted by it that he just…stopped. But Jongin was still gulping for air when Lu Han discarded the condom. It was quiet, none of the usual self-congratulations and jabs.
“So,” Lu Han said, folding up his legs and sitting facing Jongin.
“So,” Jongin said.
“Is that…a thing for you?”
Jongin jerked a shoulder. “I guess?”
Lu Han sort of nodded at him, like he was thinking, and it wasn’t necessarily in a good way. “So, you want to fuck your-“
“No!” Jongin interrupted. “I mean… No. This is just a thing. It’s just a thing sometimes. I don’t know! I didn’t mean for it to be weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Lu Han offered, though it clearly sort of ways. “I just… Yeah. I’ll have to think about it.”
Lu Han was heavily asleep behind him for more than an hour before Jongin made it to sleep. He wanted to assure Lu Han it wasn’t something he had to think about at all but at the same time, he was glad it was out in the open. If Lu Han wasn’t cool with it, then it really didn’t have to be anything as long as Lu Han didn’t stop wanting him because of it.
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It didn’t seem like it. Lu Han sucked him off the next day and came all of his thighs and nothing was weird. They made out on the couch during a movie, and Lu Han jerked him off in the shower, and then fucked him afterward too until Jongin was shouting into the bedspread. They talked a few times, too, not really skirting it but not directly addressing it either.
He thought Lu Han had forgotten it entirely until almost a week later when Lu Han had pinned him down on the bed, cock steady and fucking him deep. He was gorgeous, all sweaty and well-kissed, grunting as he sped up for several thrusts.
“Want more?” Lu Han almost cooed, and Jongin groaned, gripping the headboard harder. That tone meant Lu Han meant to undo him.
“Ugh. Please,” Jongin begged and spread his thighs wider to prove it. He wanted everything Lu Han could give him.
“Please, who?” Lu Han demanded. Jongin gaped up at him, brain glazed as Lu Han gently stroked his cock. He couldn’t possibly be- But he had to- “Please who?”
“Please…Daddy?” Jongin ventured, and moaned as Lu Han’s cock slammed into him.
“Better,” Lu Han grunted, and Jongin’s head nearly swam. Lu Han was allowing him to… Lu Han was willing to try- “This is what you want?”
“Yes. Just like this. Please.”
And he moaned as Lu Han kissed him, fucking him with his tongue as much as with his cock and making Jongin arch under him.
“Daddy, please,” Jongin moaned, Lu Han’s fingers so soft along his aching cock. That he could say it, that he could moan it, that Lu Han was touching him, watching him, fucking him.
Lu Han kissed him again, slow and dirty, and Jongin moaned when Lu Han began jacking him off faster.
“Come for Daddy,” Lu Han whispered, and Jongin’s mind went blank, every part of his focus on Lu Han’s echoing words and the orgasm that was screaming through him. Lu Han fucked him through it, sucking at his neck as he moaned and babbled. And all he could do was hold on as Lu Han shuddered and came, leaving Jongin pinned and filled.
Jongin let his arms relax from where he’d been gripping the hard wooden slats, body still quaking.
“Ah,” Lu Han moaned, and rested his forehead on Jongin’s shoulder.
Yeah. That. He didn’t ask if it had been weird, because he knew Lu Han would let him know if it had been. He wrapped his arms around Lu Han’s shoulders and just kept holding on.
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Prompt: Hola~ do you mind if I asked for stubborn CEO luhan who's life is going out of hand (more work than play) and minseok intervenes by hiring PA jongin. luhan hates it at first but they fall in love eventually :)
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He didn’t need a babysitter. Not even one with trim little hips and intriguing legs. And definitely not when Minseok was sending him long-suffering sighs about it saying Jongin wasn’t his babysitter, he was his helper. He tried to boss Jongin out of the office, tried to ignore him, give him ridiculous tasks to get him away, and nothing worked.
He wasn’t going to admit that having Jongin there was a big help. Jongin didn’t nag so much as he put something in front of Lu Han and waited until it had been completed. It kept him from shuffling it into his inbox and then cursing himself when he had three hours of work waiting for him before he could actually leave. Some days, Lu Han actually got to eat dinner at a normal hour, and have time free. Maybe Jongin wasn’t aware of how it had been before but Minseok was, and Lu Han tried very hard not to meet Minseok’s eyes when he subject came up. Suddenly the pictures on the wall and the papers in his folders were very interesting.
Lu Han saw Jongin more than he saw anyone, traded more words with him almost than anyone except the conference calls he got stuck on. Jongin was at his little desk in the corner of Lu Han’s office trying not to laugh at the varied expressions Lu Han made while on those calls. His words were even but he probably looked like some demon out of hell.
“Glad you’re not on camera for that,” Jongin said after one call, the soul of tact as he shoved a stack of folders in Lu Han’s face for his signature.
“It’d serve them right.”
Jongin half nodded, acknowledging that and agreeing. Jongin was on his side, which was actually nice amongst the corporate backstabbing. Jongin knew his favorite foods, even if he wasn’t exactly proactive about getting them, and laughed at him when he went to sit in his chair and almost missed it.
“Left office for six weeks because of broken tailbone. Would you still laugh then?”
Jongin thought only for a moment before replying, “Yes.”
Even with the best arm he couldn’t have gotten the balled up paper to Jongin’s head but he certainly tried.
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Minseok had always been his team, on his side, in his pocket almost, but Jongin was something else. It was like he could think the same a Lu Han did, falling into step with him with quiet tones and the occasional encouraging smile.
When Jongin looked up with surprise when Lu Han handed him a glass of wine, Lu Han was pleased. “You earned this this week.”
Early mornings, late nights, even with Jongin keeping him going.
“What did I do without you? Don’t answer that,” Lu Han ordered before Jongin could open his mouth.
But it felt good to relax, to chat. He didn’t have to pretend with Jongin.
(“You should get out,” Minseok told him once, and Lu Han had frowned at him.
“What, you’re going to choose a date for me, too?”
“Hasn’t Jongin been going to all the functions with you?”
“Of course, but…”
“But…”)
Their heads rested near to each other on the couch, and Lu Han knew Jongin was smiling.
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Prompt: whispers can you write luhan/kyungsoo pwp please~ smut
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Kyungsoo knew how he got there, to…he actually wasn’t sure whose room it was but it was nice. It was empty, most importantly. It hadn’t been his intention but Lu Han had smiled at him over his cup after a night, or maybe a month of Kyungsoo appreciating Lu Han’s body. The house was loud and crowded, and Lu Han had ended up at the wall beside him.
A conversation about biology later, and there were lips against his neck.
The shudder went through his whole body.
It was like..an audition, clammy hands and navigating hallways before finding a deserted room. They faced each other, Lu Han panting and cupping his neck.
“Your mouth is so gorgeous,” Lu Han nearly swore.
And Kyungsoo poured back his mutual agreement into the kiss, moaning as Lu Han pinned him back against the door, his hips just as urgent as the kiss was.
“Kyungsoo,” Lu Han breathed, and it felt like a moan echoing through him. Lu Han was hard and Lu Han was kissing him, and Kyungsoo moaned and felt his fill of Lu Han’s body, the warm skin of his back, his stomach.
“Fuck,” Lu Han said, staring at Kyungsoo’s mouth. “Fuck. Can I? I have condoms.”
Kyungsoo nodded, words escaping him. He’d hooked up with some guys who’d wanted him for whatever promise they thought his mouth offered. He wasn’t going to tell Lu Han no, not when he was going to get off just by thinking of being pinned to the wall by Lu Han for a long time.
But Lu Han wasn’t opening his own pants, he was opening Kyungsoo’s.
Kyungsoo locked his knees, hand tight on the door handle as Lu Han got on his knees and gripped his cock. He watched Lu Han’s face, his fingers as he rolled the condom onto Kyungsoo’s cock. If someone has asked Kyungsoo if he thought that Lu Han got on his knees for anyone, he’d have said maybe if the situation called for it. Sharing was important. But Lu Han, Lu Han was the guy who was gone down on. He was.. Kyungsoo had though he was that guy. And apparently everything in Kyungsoo’s mind was wrong.
His whimper was almost swallowed up by the bass below them, but his gasp was not as Lu Han licked along his cock. Getting him wet, getting him- He didn’t think harder was going to happen but there was always the slight chance. He felt Lu Han hum as his lips wrapped around him, and Kyungsoo wished for a chair with desperation. He pressed back against the door harder, trying to regulate his breathing which was more than impossible when he had Lu Han’s mouth on him, sucking him, swallowing around him. Lu Han sucked in almost all of his cock and Kyungsoo moaned, his head falling back against the door. He kneaded at the arm Lu Han had braced on his stomach, moaning as his cock throbbed.
It was faster than the music, one song, two, the press of Lu Han’s lips, his stroking hand, the moans around him. Kyungsoo’s moans didn’t get quieter when he realized Lu Han was jerking himself off while sucking him. He wanted to pull Lu Han back, offer to climb over him so they could suck together but the only suggestion he had was moaning Lu Han’s name, wishing he could rock his hips to meet Lu Han’s mouth faster.
But that didn’t stop him from coming. His whole body tensed, breath cracking on an inhale as Lu Han sucked him through it. The pleasure spiked, rolling through him as he moaned with every pull of Lu Han’s lips. Lu Han grinned at him with a red, wet mouth when he slipped the condom off and tied it. And Kyungsoo was breathing against Lu Han, nearly breathing for him when Lu Han stood and kissed him. He got both his hands on Lu Han’s ass, gasping as Lu Han jerked himself off, quick and firm.
He felt Lu Han’s body moving with his jerking arm, felt his moans, and the wet against his belly as Lu Han came. Lu Han leaned into him, chest heaving.
“Good,” he gusted, and Kyungsoo grunted his agreement. Getting sucked off at a party hadn’t been in his plans but he’d take it. “Wanna take you home.”
Kyungsoo grinned into Lu Han’s shoulder. He wasn’t going to say no.
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Prompt: how do you feel about minseok/kyungsoo? :3 maybe owner!kyungsoo pleasing his kitty!minseok?? hehe smut
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There were a number of different purrs. Some were happy, content, some were because Minseok was tired or sick. It was something Kyungsoo paid attention to, from the first time he’d had Minseok underneath him. He’d thought purring was only a happy thing - it turned out it was a lot more than that. He felt Minseok’s purr against his lips as he kissed along Minseok’s throat, felt his gasp as Minseok’s legs wrapped around his waist. Minseok had led him to the bed, bared his throat and spread his thighs. Minseok had been purring then, watching with keen eyes as Kyungsoo removed his shirt, and with a bitten lip when he’d opened his pants.
Sometimes he thought Minseok had some kind of supernatural power to know when Kyungsoo wanted. It was probably more that Minseok could see when Kyungsoo stared at him, or maybe it was something that fed between them - want, shared.
But the purrs when Minseok was hard, when Kyungsoo slid between Minseok’s thighs on their bed and wrapped his lips around him, that was different. It wasn’t as though he could feel it, too busy doing his own kind of purring as Minseok tried to thrust up into his mouth.
“Kyungsoo,” Minseok gasped, clutching at Kyungsoo’s hands where they rested on Minseok’s hips.
He knew without looking that Minseok’s ears were twitching, his face flushed, and mouth red from their kisses. Gorgeous Minseok, sly Minseok. The way he moved, the way he moaned. Kyungsoo hummed around him, stroking as he sucked, and Minseok gasped.
“Please!”
Please was sucking harder, filling Minseok with a slick finger. Please was moaning as Minseok sank his fingers into Kyungsoo’s hair and letting Minseok push up into his mouth as he came. He swallowed as Minseok shuddered, licking Minseok clean with as much fastidiousness as Minseok showed.
And when Minseok nuzzled against Kyungsoo’s throat and purred, he knew he’d done well.
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Prompt: Hola~ can I ask for this: Sunday morning slow Sex and sharing cigarettes? pairing can be jongin/anyone! :) smut
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Jongin came out of sleep on a long inhale, clinging to a dream where he’d been escorted down a hallway toward some kind of park. It took him a moment to realize what he’d been woken to, but not much longer - wet kisses pressed against his neck.
“Sehun.”
“Expecting someone else?” Sehun asked, and Jongin laughed, turning his head so that their cheeks rubbed together. He’d have asked what urged Sehun to wake Jongin up, not always a wise prospect, but he could tell rather plainly poking against his hip.
“So horny,” he grumbled, as though it was a criticism and shun took that as the invitation it was to wriggle over him. It was Sehun’s fault he was naked anyway and that seemed like it was for purposes of easy access. He just had to focus on staying awake after Sehun kissed him. The rubbing touches were nice, good, and Sehun kissing down his stomach had him sighing. But he was surrounded in warmth, and wet, and even as arousal throbbed, he still had to keep himself focused on the tease of Sehun’s mouth and not the lure of sleep.
He grasped at Sehun’s hair as Sehun crawled up his body, moaning against Sehun’s mouth as Sehun pressed wet and hard against him.
“Could’ve still been sleeping,” he said as he lifted his hips to meet Sehun’s. It was like being rocked in a boat, cradled by the bed, covered by Sehun who was radiating heat and pressing into him slow and even. Sehun kissed along his neck, stroked against his belly, pressed closer, closer, until Jongin’s breath was catching and it was pleasure catching the edge of his mind, not sleep. He was moaning into Sehun’s shoulder, clutching at his back, and he just barely got the satisfaction of coming first as Sehun moaned all brokenly and pressed deep - only to sprawl over him like he was dead.
Jongin granted after a minute of that, not liking having to move his rib cage so much for Sehun’s benefit. Sehun squished in beside him instead, like the bed was barely big enough for both of them.
“Sleep,” Sehun demanded, like he hadn’t just woken Jongin up and got him all sweaty and sticky. But Sehun’s breathing lulled him, and the comfort of his touch.
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Prompt: o-oh, uh, coley! hello! could you write a baekhyun/Kai based on this? :) https://twitter.com/pupsporn/status/469191184804773888
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Some looked alike, intricate designs with hidden meanings. Sometimes that made things hard, and other times easier because those minutes spent comparing, wondering, ended up in friendships. Though the more alike the mark of a soulmate didn’t mean the more likely a friendship was formed. It was sort of counterintuitive to the finding of the soulmate, like finding someone wearing the same style shirt - only in a different color. What was inside was so vastly different in each. There were databases that were founded, sometime after the marks started coming in about the fifteenth year. Some doctors claimed they could scan, read them easier, but they were usually scams.
All there was to do was wait, hope a match was made on a database, scanning the arms, the necks, the ankles of passerby’s. Sometimes they were hidden, secret. Baekhyun didn’t know of anyone over the age of 25 who hadn’t found their soulmate, but he’d heard stories of course. Sometimes if the ages were disparate the wait was longer, sometimes there had been an accident obscuring the mark. Sometimes…
Sometimes there was no reason they knew of. All they could do was wait, hope, live.
I saw him he’s tall- He lives with- Do you like dogs or what about- Do you think you’ll suit, he-
Baekhyun swallowed and pushed the questions of a dozen people out of his mind. They all wanted to know what he thought when he’d never laid eyes on his soulmate or talked to him. He hadn’t even seen a picture, just an image of the mark on his skin. Baekhyun wanted… He wasn’t sure what. He wondered if maybe there would be more, if he would know his soulmate by sight as well, if there would be a feeling that went with it.
It wasn’t like there were hundreds of people in the little courtyard, and only a few were really looking around for others. So when Baekhyun first Jongin, Jongin was trying to avoid getting tangled in the lead line of a toddler, smiling some awkward smile as the mother scolded the errant child like he was being scolded, too.
And Jongin’s lips parted when he looked up, saw Baekhyun staring. The smile faded, his eyes going wide, and Baekhyun knew. It was the look of recognition, Jongin having seen Baekhyun’s face on his soulmate profile.
They were separated by a year, by part of a city, by thousands, millions of people in a place they might never have met. But Jongin smiled, and held out a hand - not to shake but to show Baekhyun.
“Hi,” Jongin said, and Baekhyun inhaled at the sound of his voice.
Together, the marks fit, almost making a shape that looked like a butterfly when pressed together and a hysterical giggle almost escaped. Baekhyun took Jongin’s hand, examined it. Long fingers, swirls inside swirls, dark against Jongin’s skin. He knew that design better than he knew his own face.
His eyes closed when Jongin’s fingers brushed against his cheek.
“Hi,” Jongin repeated, making Baekhyun smile.
And for them, it was a beginning.
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Prompt: suchen; intercrural please? smut
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Joonmyun was still wet from Jongdae’s mouth when he spread on the lube, hard but not aching to come. Jongdae was bent over on the bed like he intended to be taken a different way but they both knew what they were after. He gripped Jongdae’s hips, needing no hand to guide him as he let his cock drag along Jongdae’s thighs until he could slide between them. Jongdae gasped, jolted. Maybe because it was cold, maybe because of the touch- Jongdae’s thighs were a goldmine of sensation. The stroke of a tongue along tingling skin, Jongdae had come just from that once. The sensitive inner thigh, the rub of their legs together, the nudge of his cock against Jongdae’s balls. And when the lube dried, friction wearing it away, Jongdae screamed like Joonmyun was fucking his thighs raw even as his cock flexed wildly. It was like fucking a live wire, Jongdae’s throaty cries all he could hear when Joonmyun drizzled more lube and used his own legs to squeeze Jongdae’s together. The wet slide of his cock between Jongdae’s trembling legs was loud and sexual, and Joonmyun closed his eyes and rutted, warm and slick and surrounded.
“Please,” Jongdae keened, and Joonmyun’s heart was thundering as he leaned over and kept fucking. It was Jongdae’s force alone that kept them from collapsing onto the bed, and Joonmyun did two things simultaneously.
He dug the nails of one hand into Jongdae’s inner thigh, and jerked Jongdae’s cock with the other. And all the while, his hips didn’t still, keeping Jongdae high on stimulation as he choked, his cock jolting in Joonmyun’s hand twice, three times, just before he came onto the blanket.
All Joonmyun had to do then was revel in Jongdae’s overstimulated moans as he fucked and braced himself for his own orgasm. He came, still carefully tucked between Jongdae’s legs so that his come would drip down and coat Jongdae’s skin - just the way they both liked it.
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Prompt: EEKS I HOPE YOU DO NOT MIND. I read your pregnant teen Kai fic and was wondering if you could write a continuation?? maybe them marryin? Or mummy jongin and daddy suho with some smut? smut
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Despite Joonmyun’s protests, the picture from their wedding that she selected to hang up in the hall was one where he stood next to her, solemn in his dark suit. With his hair carefully brushed forward and his stoic face, he looked like someone from decades previously, someone who was afraid the camera was going to steal his soul. He’d protested that he hadn’t looked excited to be there, his chin up and eyes direct. Jongin thought more that he looked very handsome, and she was smiling toward him like he was the best thing she had ever seen. And he had been, mostly. The day her son was born, that had been something different altogether. All those nebulous feelings had a real live little person to wrap themselves around. And Joonmyun had been there with her, on the opposite side of the bed as her mother. They’d been married three months after.
“He is out,” Jongin said. He was a year old, walking, babbling, grinning, and at that moment sound asleep. He loved Joonmyun so desperately, and it almost ached in her when she saw them play together, cuddle together. “Hey, sexy.”
Joonmyun laughed at her, because he was seated on the edge of the bed trying to wrangle his pant leg off of one of his ankles.
“If you mean you,” he said, trying to be all cheeky and mostly failing. “Just getting ready for you.”
“But you started the strip show too early,” Jongin complained. Granted, she’d given him a little eyebrow waggle ten minutes earlier when he’d been cleaning the kitchen that suggested he get ready and quick. Though being ready, and being a parent, sometimes meant having things put off. Not that night, and she would take him pants or no pants as she left her robe at the door.
He seemed to agree, laughing with her as they wrestled each other onto the bed, trading kisses and tugging at his shirt. They tried to leave everything outside of the bedroom, jobs, her classes, what was for breakfast. It was time for just the two of them, time well-deserved and much wanted.
She sighed at the kisses he pressed against her skin, the stroke of his hands, the way he pinned her.
“Come on,” she nearly whimpered, and it was a near silent moan as he lifted her hips and slid into her. “Joonmyun.”
Slick moves punctuated by gasps, kisses, like they hadn’t touched each other for a week when it had been less than a day. Joonmyun made her ache, going to slow, going too fast and then leaving her bereft when he slowed again. He stroked her thighs, kissed along her neck, moaned for her when gripped his shoulders and begged him for more.
“Jongin.”
Every time he gasped her name she gripped him tighter, wrapped around each other so close that she felt his groan when she came around him. And all she had to do was hold on and wait for him to follow.
“Three minutes? Good job,” she teased, and he made to bite her shoulder and kissed it instead.
He let her wriggle away and welcomed her just as sweetly with a kiss, and a cuddle for their well-deserved rest.
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Prompt: could I ask for catboy!au where every year catboys has to compete to prove themselves to the owners. shy insecure catboy jongin feels useless because suho has three catboys who always wins even tho jongin is suho's first catboy and supposed to be best? ending where jongin finds suho loves him most?
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He wasn’t like the others. He was tall, but not taller than Kris, and fast, but not faster than Sehun, and bright, but Lu Han was even brighter. Sehun was naughtier, but he got around that. When Joonmyun considered everything, how good they’d been, how well they had done, how deserving they were, it wasn’t Jongin. The only time Joonmyun had smiled at him like he had at the others was when Jongin had been Joonmyun’s only cat, and he’d expected to been Joonmyun’s only until Kris arrived. And then Sehun. And then Lu Han. Pretty faces, big hands, so many things that they were and Jongin wasn’t.
It made him not want to try, sulky in a corner with his tail curled around him as Sehun chattered at Kris and Lu Han gloated.
It was a silly tradition, one that drove the cats apart. Or that was what he thought then, not when he was hopeful to save Joonmyun’s smile.
“Jongin.”
The chattering didn’t stop, but Jongin looked up, his ears lowered as Joonmyun called for him. It took a second time before he rose, skirting the others and following Joonmyun to his bedroom.
“Every year you sulk if you don’t succeed,” Joonmyun said, stroking the back of Jongin’s head. “This year, you haven’t said two words. Why?”
“Why have a cat like me if the others so much…better,” Jongin blurted, before he could stop himself, before he could bury the words that had been building.
Joonmyun didn’t gasp or speak right away, but he got to close, rubbing his cheek against Jongin’s in a way that usually made him purr.
“Do you remember when I found you? You were so angry you hissed at me,” Joonmyun murmured. “The first night you curled up with me in bed, I was so happy. You always wanted to be close. Sweet Jongin.”
Jongin’s chin trembled, letting Joonmyun pull him in.
“I just want-“ he said, until he was afraid he would sob, his breath hitching.
“You don’t have to be the best,” Joonmyun said, nuzzling Jongin’s neck. “You’re mine and I love you, and nothing will ever change that. You have my heart in a way the others never can, you know that? When I was seeing if I would keep them, it wasn’t because they were pretty or they could win. I kept them because you liked them, because they could make you and I both happy.”
He remembered. He met Kris and felt that connection that had them talking the whole of a night, met Sehun and laughed, met Lu Han and was awed and charmed. He remembered being pulled aside by Joonmyun and asked if he thought each cat belonged in their home. Each time Jongin had said yes, not because he’d thought Joonmyun wanted him to, but because he’d believed it.
He began to purr, wrapping his arms around Joonmyun’s ribs. He couldn’t feel Joonmyun smile, but he imagined it.
“I love you, too,” Jongin mumbled into Joonmyun’s shoulder.
And though it wasn’t his turn, he slept tucked against Joonmyun’s side, with Lu Han dozing on the other. And he did not wonder if he belonged.
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Prompt: Established Sukai, where Jongin starts to get jealous of Junmyeon's perfect ex, please???
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“That’s your ex, right?”
“Huh?” Joonmyun asked, looking up with his mouth half open and a spoon halfway in it.
The TV was showing a face Jongin knew from old social media posts, pictures he’d seen in old albums of Joonmyun and his group of friends. He didn’t really need Joonmyun to confirm for him what he already knew. It was Joonmyun’s ex, son of a wealthy banker, rising star in the industry, money leaking out of eyeballs. He probably sneezed gold dust.
Then again, Joonmyun’s family weren’t exactly paupers, and Jongin’s either, but there was a difference between comfortable and owning cars worth twice the salary of both his parents together.
And a helicopter.
And a yacht.
The guy had a perfect nose for that matter, and Jongin scowled at it. Plastic. Money could buy anything. Or he’d just been born with it, which seemed too cruel.
Jongin had never met him, and he was glad. Joonmyun didn’t talk about him much either, positively or negatively.
“I forget why you broke up,” Jongin said, and it was half the truth. He had, and he didn’t want to really know either.
Joonmyun jerked a shoulder. “He was traveling a lot and didn’t have any time for me or anything else. Why?”
Oh, just the fact that the TV was proclaiming that Joonmyun’s filthy rich, good-looking ex was planning to finally stop traveling and settle down in Seoul.
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Joonmyun was laughing at him. The guy was tall, taller than Jongin, and Joonmyun was laughing at something he’d said. They looked good together, and Joonmyun was Joonmyun. It was some kind of welcome-back, housewarming. Joonmyun asked him whether he had a problem with going and Jongin had said no and tried to act unaffected. It had been a bad lie to tell. Maybe if he’d said he was uncomfortable, and he was worried, maybe Joonmyun wouldn’t have laughed, maybe the ex wouldn’t have reached out and put his hand on Joonmyun’s arm. They were comfortable together. There was history there. The guy hadn’t even sized Jongin up when they’d been introduced, when Jongin was trying to appear as tall as possible and project how right he was for Joonmyun.
By the time they left, he was exhausted and a mess, and Joonmyun looked serene, still laughing over an incident with Sehun and a champagne bottle. He tried to keep up the pretense, not wanting to talk about it on the way back to their apartment, and he mostly made it with a few worried glances from Joonmyun.
Joonmyun fit against him when Jongin tugged him close, lips softening for Jongin’s kiss as they stepped up into the apartment. He smelled of champagne and the spice of his cologne, and his hands wound into Jongin’s hair. That kind of kiss usually led them to the bedroom, but it resolved so softly, Jongin holding Joonmyun close. He didn’t wait for Joonmyun to ask what was wrong because he could see the question written so plainly on his face.
“Do you still want him?”
“What?”
Jongin cleared his throat. “Your ex. Do you still want him? He’ll be sticking around this time, and he’s single, and-“
“Jongin,” Joonmyun said, his voice so firm. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since we saw the news, and…” Jongin hissed at the cuff to the back of his head, pouting as Joonmyun frowned at him.
“He might be single, but I’m not. And maybe things didn’t end with me hating him, but that doesn’t mean I want him back either. I could’ve went with him, you know? If I’d loved him enough.”
He hadn’t thought of that. Money wouldn’t have been an object, but even then it wasn’t something he could’ve just brushed away.
“I’m glad you’re not single now,” Jongin said finally, and Joonmyun’s lips started twisting into a grin.
“You were jealous,” he said, like Jongin had bought him a diamond or something.
“You say that like it’s good,” Jongin mumbled, because it had really sucked.
“Not good, just precious. And something I can let you know you don’t have to be any more.”
Jongin tilted his head, eyebrows raised. “I can’t buy you a helicopter.”
“Good,” Joonmyun said, and wrapped his arms around Jongin’s neck. “I don’t like riding in them. And I’d rather have you.”
Well, Joonmyun was in luck. For him, there was lots of Jongin to go around.
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Prompt: hi coley :-) you're my favfavfav sukai author and i was just wondering if you could!! if you would!! write a sequel to just pretend? maybe junmyeon making good on his promise to fuck jongin? hehehe thank you :-))) smut
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“Can I stay over tonight?” Jongin asked, his chin almost on Joonmyun’s shoulders as they stood packed together on the subway. It wasn’t the proximity that bothered, but Jongin had a way of seeming closer than he was.
“What makes you think I’d be okay with that?” Joonmyun asked, pitching his voice so that Jongin could hear him over the careening train.
“Because I did last night,” Jongin said, laughing silently but obviously.
He would have teased that he wanted time alone, time to recharge, but it wasn’t true. Or it was, at times, but not that night. Jongin didn’t drain him like some people did, content to sit near and be still and silent, only the tapping of their fingers on touch screens and keyboards filling the room until Jongin got disgusted with Joonmyun’s laziness and put on some music.
“You have a great sound system, why don’t you use it?”
Joonmyun squinted at it. “I’d have to choose, then?”
He might’ve deserved the water Jongin had flicked into his face after that. But that was one of the many reasons Jongin was there, to choose for him. He was unsubtle about his taste in music, in food, in the temperature the bedroom was kept. It stood to reason then, that he would be unsubtle when he intended dirty things - like brushing his lips against Joonmyun’s neck while they stood in a corded subway car.
They’d had such good intentions, talking out what they wanted first in the coffee shop where they’d “met” and then in the restaurant where they’d ended up talking half the night. They hadn’t exactly said they’d take it slow, not as such, but it had been mostly implied that it’d be nice to get to know each other without only succumbing to hormones. It had meant meeting in public, glances shared in movie theaters and across restaurant tables.
But it had been almost getting caught making out in Jongin’s hidey-hole apartment that he shared with three others that had made them rethink their strategy.
If they couldn’t be together in the same room, alone and uninterrupted, without getting hands, then it was something they would quite willingly deal with together. And just accepting it made the forbidden a little less gleaming, napping together on Joonmyun’s couch and making dinner together - or Jongin watching while groping Joonmyun’s ass, that too. Jongin had a job at a convenience store that didn’t pay as well and made him grumpy, but the smile that bloomed over his face when Joonmyun opened his apartment door to him made Joonmyun know who it was for.
It was him, and Jongin, but it was for them more specifically. He had plans in his hips pocket, ones that meant taking some of the financial burden off of Jongin and giving him a place to sleep since Jongin slept in Joonmyun’s bed more days a week than not. He could put those funds toward searching for a job he enjoyed more, with the addition of more time with Joonmyun. It should’ve made him itchy, the thought of giving up more of his space and free time.
Instead the thought of it had him curling his hand a little tighter on Jongin’s.
“Stay tonight,” he said, just before they got to their stop, and in the reflection of the window, he saw Jongin’s grin.
He liked Jongin in his lap, or curling in Jongin’s, or Jongin against his back, on top of him, against the kitchen counter, in the shower. He liked, he figured, just about everything.
And he liked Jongin laid out on the bed, long limbs, long torso, his cock hard as he smirked at Joonmyun’s admiration. And even then, behind that, there was something shy like what he saw was a front he just had to push through to see more of. Jongin’s vulnerability, hidden under layers of laughter, tucked into sweetest touches and the way he leaned his head into Joonmyun’s.
Jongin was bared to him then, humming in contentment as Joonmyun kissed along his belly. Maybe he expected a nice, languid blow job, and on any other night, Joonmyun would have obliged. They had a score to settle, and he watched Jongin’s eyes go wide as he squeezed lube along his fingers. But then his lips curved, his thighs inching wider.
“Going to show me how it’s done?” he teased.
Joonmyun had a smirk of his own, kissing Jongin’s belly again and teasing Jongin with his fingers. He’d fingered Jongin once before while blowing him and Jongin had liked it by the way he hadn’t lasted very long at all. And it wasn’t as though Joonmyun had much to do to get Jongin turned on since he’d been half hard even before he’d pressed Joonmyun into the door jamb and kissed him senseless as soon as they’d gotten home.
He didn’t know how often Jongin had been fucked as opposed to being the one doing the fucking, and he tried not to dwell on it without totally deluding himself. All he knew right then was Jongin was tight around the two fingers Joonmyun pushed into him, squeezing around him in a way that has his breath hitching wondering if he was going to survive with his cock in there. He knew he would. It just made him…want more.
The noises Jongin made were the sweetest, the half-swallowed little moans and sharp inhales, noises that got more free as his inhibitions dropped, when he realized he was with Joonmyun, safe, wanted. It was only them two there, together, and he wondered what Jongin saw when he looked at Joonmyun, a man watching him, fingers sliding in and out of him as Jongin lifted his hips to meet him.
“Got anything bigger than that?” Jongin asked, knuckles pale from gripping the sheet.
“How much bigger are we talking?” Joonmyun asked, and Jongin laughed.
“I can see one thing I can think of,” Jongin said, flicking a condom at Joonmyun’s chest.
Oh, that. He kept his eyes on Jongin’s after he had started the condom on, making it slick as Jongin’s hips lifted.
“You’ve been promising,” Jongin rumbled, and Joonmyun gripped his hips to steady him. Jongin almost purred at the first press of Joonmyun’s cock, but that wasn’t the sound Joonmyun wanted to make. He wanted to curse at the resistance, the tightness, fighting against the impulse of his body to jerk forward and not stop until he’d filled the condom. It was for his own control that he moved slow, not because he thought Jongin in any pain. If that, he would have gone so much slower, but all he could think was that he was finally fulfilling the joke standing between them, not just Jongin’s boyfriend who could suck so well, but one who could fuck him, too. And he proved it curling up Jongin’s hips and getting close enough to kiss Jongin, softest lips catching at his as Jongin wrapped himself around Joonmyun.
“You gonna-“ Jongin began, and Joonmyun kissed him, felt him moan as Joonmyun began to rock their hips together. Maybe Jongin was moaning his name or maybe moaning for more, but the two things were the same. It was different than his hand, than Jongin’s mouth or stroking fingers, and Joonmyun reveled in it, shuddering as Jongin’s body gripped at him. He fucked until he couldn’t breathe, setting his teeth against Jongin’s collarbone and grunting with every thrust of his hips. He didn’t bite, just steadied himself there as he tried for control, for rhythm, for-
Jongin was jerking himself off between them, going tight around Joonmyun even as Joonmyun could feel Jongin’s knuckles dragging against his belly. Oh, that wasn’t fair at all. He didn’t know how Jongin did it, when Joonmyun was all lax beneath him and coming all over himself. He had to force himself to stop, gasping, before he came too soon, and even then he was only a stroke away from losing it. Jongin’s breaths were harsh, and a hand curled on Joonmyun’s neck.
“Don’t hold back,” Jongin nearly snarled. “Come in me. Come on.”
“Can’t,” Joonmyun said, and then made a liar of himself when he pushed up and braced himself. He kissed Jongin’s chin and shifted his hips, and made them both moan.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, and could not stop himself. His hips fucked of their own accord, some movement greater than any conscious thought as Jongin stared at him, gasping, little moans escaping as he squeezed Joonmyun’s neck and jerked his cock.
“Come on,” Jongin urged again, and Joonmyun watched his lips like he was in slow motion.
“Oh, oh,” Joonmyun moaned, his hips taking a hard lurch, another, moving in such quick succession as Jongin licked his lips. Each movement like Jongin was pornography himself, and on the next stroke of his hips, Joonmyun came. He came, and Jongin’s thighs were around him, Jongin so tight everywhere. And he still couldn’t even breathe when Jongin went tighter and moaned his name, Jongin coming all over his belly with Joonmyun still inside him.
“Guh,” was all he had to say, sprawled over Jongin’s body, and he was pretty sure he was laughing too, not just being shaken as Jongin laughed.
“How long had it been?” Jongin asked when they were curled together and moderately cleaned.
Joonmyun just grunted at him, and the implication he hadn’t lasted long.
“I like your orgasm face,” Jongin said, with some inappropriate kind of glee. “You’re a beast. Maybe next time-“
“Go to sleep,” was Joonmyun’s plaintive request, and Jongin snorted into his hair but seemed to be complying.
“Joonmyun,” Jongin said a minute later, but didn’t seem to be saying it for attention or anything else. He just nuzzled against Joonmyun’s head like he didn’t quite believe he was there, and snugged his arm around Joonmyun’s ribs just a little tighter.
Joonmyun knew the feeling, smoothing his hand over Jongin’s. Maybe next time, Jongin said. Next time, he’d have a man warm against his side and maybe, he’d have that for more than a couple of nights in a row. The thought made him smile.
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Prompt: morning! is it okay if I asked for big brother minseok baby sitting baby brothers jongin and sehun :D
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They might as well have been twins for how much they thought alike sometimes. Though, it seemed like Sehun hatched a lot of the plans and Jongin put them into motion, so however it worked, they got into trouble. Like the time they’d decided to line up all the chairs in the house and make a racetrack with their cars which had ended up with Sehun in tears and Jongin with a bruised forehead when they decided to see if they could surf their “track” just as well.
Jongin’s only comment had been that he should’ve used a pillow.
Minseok had put his head down and laughed.
But seriously, he couldn’t read like he wanted, or play a game, because taking his eyes off of them was asking for trouble. They’d start using food in the fridge to make monsters, or stacking up all their books to make a huge tower for their toy soldiers to take apart or-
Even sitting them down with their feet barely hanging off the edge of the couch so they could play a game with him wasn’t okay because they’d fight over who got to play and be angry when they didn’t win.
But when they were good, like when they wanted him to read to them, grinning up at him with such hope…
He didn’t really mind.
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Prompt: morning! I read somewhere that pets are therapeutic? I was hoping you'd write a fic where jongin is a cat/puppy boy bought by SM for EXO and how he interacts with the members when their stressed or sad? :)
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Each of them dealt with stress differently. Joonmyun, he could see it all bottled up, until he said Jongin’s name and opened his arms and then Jongin hugged him until Joonmyun was laughing again. Things were different for Sehun, or even Jongdae, because Jongin got close, and they fondled his ears a bit like not sure if they wanted to be touched. But he always ended up with their hands on his neck or back, comforted by warmth. Zitao was not shy about using him as a body pillow, and Kyungsoo hooked an arm around his neck and drew him in like Kyungsoo was the one lending support and not him. He liked flopping across Baekhyun’s lap so that Baekhyun couldn’t forget he was there, and resting his head on Minseok’s knee. Yixing cradled him while watching TV, his face rubbing against Jongin’s hair, and Chanyeol used Jongin as a pillow, smoothing along his tail in absent thought. Other times, Jongin pressed his face into the center of Lu Han’s chest and inhaled as Lu Han stroked his neck. Sometimes he wondered if he took more comfort in them than they did in him, but he realized it didn’t really matter. They were all happy to be together.
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Prompt: could I ask for EXO hello baby? hehe (plot twist: jongin is the best with kids because he has his children (the puppies) at home)
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Everyone, and it really was everyone, was glad that they hadn’t gotten a small baby. Some were for different reasons, like Joonmyun being glad because he didn’t have to worry about a tiny child being dropped, and Lu Han because babies cried and ate and needed their diapers changed. Zitao sort of almost wanted a baby because they’d look cute and manly holding one, but everyone in general agreed a toddler was best. There were words, and emotions besides happy and sad, and they could be cute playing games. And-
With words there also came talking back. Joonmyun was used to being not listened to and Minseok was laughing at him in a corner. The little boy seemed to like cuddle Kyungsoo’s cheeks and he was really, frighteningly fascinated by Zitao’s piercings. At least one wail had come out of that, and not from the child barely taller than their knees.
They joked that Sehun ought to empathize most being closest in age, and it was a lot of hard, frustrating work that was actually really fun. The kid loved to listen to Chanyeol sing, and he laughed baldly at Baekhyun’s silly faces - except when he was tired and then it made him cry.
And when he was bad, or tired, or hungry, it wasn’t any of them that he went flying o or listened to.
It was Jongin.
When Jongin said no, the little bottom lip poked out but nine times out of ten he was listened to - unlike when Minseok said so and there was shrieking and chaos. When Jongin said to eat, food was popped into his mouth. When Jongin said bedtime- Well, no one really got the bedtime thing down, but Jongin learned there was a method to it, that included a book and a very tiny sip of water. Whether that meant cuddles against Yixing’s chest, or on Joonmyun’s shoulder, they all sat around and took turns reading, little fingers wrapped around one of Jongin’s. Joonmyun’s expression always said he was doing a good job, and Jongdae was no small amount of thankful to the point of requiring Jongin to be at his side no matter what.
Jongin hid sometimes just to let them freak them out, but he always came out because he didn’t really enjoy a child getting upset even if it was funny watching everyone panic about it.
The producers asked him what his secret was, why he was the baby whisperer out of eleven mostly competent, talented-in-other-ways individuals.
“I have dogs?” he said, with an awkward little laugh toward the camera.
Somewhere behind him Joonmyun was horrified.
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Pairings: Chanyeol/Sehun, Chanyeol/Kai, Baekhyun/Lay, Xiumin/Lay, Kai/Lay, Lu Han/Kai, Lu Han/D.O., Xiumin/D.O., Sehun/Kai, Baekhyun/Kai, Suho/Chen, Suho/Kai, Gen
Rating: up to NC-17
Genres: fluff, smut
Summary: 20 various prompt requests. Smut is marked.
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Prompt: Mini requests <3 Something non-au in which Chanyeol realizes that Sehun has a crush on him (e.g. Sehun generally being a brat but shy and meek around Chanyeol). And Chanyeol's reaction to it. I'll leave it to you to decide how because I can image TOO many different reactions ^^
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He puffed up like a frog sometimes when Chanyeol looked at him, that was really the only way that Chanyeol could put it. One second Sehun was laughing at, well, anything, and then he caught Chanyeol’s eye and froze. Chanyeol’s first thought was that he’d done something wrong, but Sehun still joked with him, still leaned into him. He just…looked down or away a lot. His neck had some pivot on it that kept him from looking straight at Chanyeol, like they were magnets that couldn’t meet.
And it wasn’t like he just slammed down beside Chanyeol like he did with Joonmyun, plastering against any side in some kind of display of having the rights of the youngest and exercising them. It wasn’t like he was going to protest, because-
But he wanted to know why.
Why, when Chanyeol grabbed Sehun’s shoulder and hauled him in for a chat, that Sehun let out a shaky breath and went lax. It wasn’t like Sehun had ever been scared of him. He cupped Sehun’s neck, a friendly gesture, and watched Sehun’s eyebrows furrow.
He wanted to cuff Sehun like a puppy, get it out of him. He didn’t like it, didn’t like the quiet, the tentativeness, didn’t like not knowing. And then Sehun bit his lower lip, and something sort of clicked in Chanyeol’s brain. The quiet. Not meeting Chanyeol’s eyes. Sticking close but not-
It made sense. Sehun was acting like he liked Chanyeol, like maybe Chanyeol was being oblivious and it was obvious to everyone else and they were all laughing at him and Sehun’s blatant crush. He could ask and prod and jest, but there was one way he’d know for sure.
So he kissed Sehun, waited for a moment until he realized Sehun wasn’t trying to push him off. So he knew, and he heard the sound that was almost like a whimper as their lips slid together, clinging even as Chanyeol pulled away. Sehun’s eyes were closed, exhaling as Chanyeol looked at him.
“Really?” Chanyeol asked.
He didn’t think he was imagining the blush when Sehun clenched his lips together and looked up. He wasn’t sure if he was going to get a crabby response, or something that was going to make him want to throw up his hands. But Sehun just kind of grinned, sheepish. And his stupid heart mostly just melted. It helped that the kiss had been nice.
So he let Sehun pull him down for another.
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Prompt: Chanyeol/Kai - prostitute Kai smut
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He was…restless. That was a good word for it. He hadn’t dated in a while, had no real prospects besides his mother clucking at him and offering the daughters of family friends to him. Maybe one day, but that wasn’t what he was in the mood for. He didn’t want porn, didn’t want to go home and jack off to something totally faked. He wanted a human being to touch his body and be invested in getting him off. It wasn’t like he could just go pick someone up at a bar.
“What’re you looking for?”
“How much?” Chanyeol asked, and was surprised when the man opened the car door and slid inside.
“Fifty for a blow job. Same if you want to do me. More if-“
Fifty was steep. “What about forty?”
“Fifty. I know what I’m doing, I promise. I’m Kai.”
Make it personal. Make it hard to turn him away.
But Chanyeol wanted, so he decided money be damned.
“Fifty’s fine. Where?”
“Drive and I’ll show you.”
Kai didn’t bother belting in, just directing Chanyeol around a few blocks to an alley with no facing windows and a long stretch of dark. It was a shock when his headlights turned off.
“No one will see here. Fifty?”
Chanyeol fumbled for the money, handing it over and waiting until Kai was satisfied.
“Scoot back, unless you want it against the wall out there.”
That was too exposed. At least in the car there was the illusion of privacy. He slid his seat back, giving Kai - if that was even his name - room to work. Anticipation had him partly hard when Kai pulled his cock free, and Kai made a sound, glancing up.
“Nice.”
Chanyeol bet he said that to all the guys, but his ego was stroked anyway. It didn’t take much manipulation on Kai’s part to get him hard enough to roll the condom on. And then, Kai wasted no time wrapping his lips around him.
Chanyeol wondered how many cocks Kai sucked a night, if he was as good as he claimed. Made sense to get started, get Chanyeol off so he could get fifty off some other sucker eager to get off. But he settled in, relaxed, moaning at the drag of Kai’s mouth, the wet sucking sounds. Kai’s tongue was clever, looping circles and tight swerves that had him throbbing. But his hands were clever too, one stroking Chanyeol’s cock and the other gentle on his balls.
When Chanyeol couldn’t keep his hips from lifting, Kai didn’t choke or stop him, instead moaning around him, catching at him more firmly. Suddenly he wished he’d taken Kai up on his offer of doing it outside, when he could have grabbed Kai’s head and controlled it. As it was he gripped his door handle and his steering wheel, and he moaned as Kai swallowed around him. The high sound couldn’t have come from his own throat but it did, and he gasped at the bobbing of Kai’s head over his cock. The pull of his mouth. The warmth. The stroking.
Chanyeol’s head fell back against his headrest and moaned as he came into the condom. Kai kept stroking him throat it, until his thighs relaxed and his body with them. He was still dazed when Kai took off the condom, tied it and tucked Chanyeol’s cock back into his underwear and pants.
Efficient. Definitely knowing what he was doing.
Jongin gave him a minute, at least, to get himself together. He got himself settled at the wheel, and drove Kai back to where they’d met.
He handed Kai an extra bill when he got out, and Kai walked around to the driver’s side window. He had a business card with ~KAI~ emblazoned across it.
“Like I said, nice. Maybe I’ll give you a discount if you come back for more,” Kai said.
And he walked off, assumably to find his next client.
He hated to think he was that predictable, that Kai assumed he’d be back. But he couldn’t say he wasn’t, either.
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Prompt: oh oh uh may I ask for girl!jongin losing her virginity? smut
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It was Chanyeol’s hands, maybe. Or maybe the dirty grins he sent Jongin. The way he looked at her. The way he could box her in against a wall and she didn’t even want to punch him in the gut to get him to back off - unless he was tickling her, in which case, all bets were off.
They were neither of them new to pleasure, by themselves or with each other, and he did not treat her like he was dating her as a way to get off. She’d felt him hard against her belly far before she felt him with her hand, had moaned against his kisses as his fingers teased her breasts.
With her legs hitched around his waist, she laughed into his neck as he carried her into her bedroom. Condoms were laid out like fine tableware, as carefully orchestrated as her choice of underwear had been. But her bra and panties were in a heap on the living room floor, a product of his eager fingers as she’d rocked in his lap - and she’d been the one to beg for the bed. He’d gathered her up, her skirt still on, and took her with him. They’d napped together, played together in that bed. She’d moaned for him there, and moaned for him then as he trapped her, her hair splaying as he wriggled over her.
Chanyeol pressed a very solemn kiss to each of her breasts, eyes flirting with her. “Pretty.”
She scoffed and grinned when she made him hiss at her lifted hips. And she kissed him, the open edges of his shirt teasing her sides as their skin met, his feeling even warmer than hers. She was aching for it, a deep throbbing pull that grew no lighter the way his hips pressed her thighs wider.
“You already seduced me,” she laughed, pushing at his shoulders when he tried to kiss her all gentle.
“Maybe I need to be seduced,” he pouted, and then nearly went cross-eyed when she held a condom up in front of his face. “Ah. I’m seduced.”
The giggle they shared should’ve been embarrassing, but she was too busy helping him get the packet open.
She watched with eager eyes as he covered himself with the condom. Tonight, that was hers. Since his fingers fit, she figured she’d have no problems since his fingers were exactly delicate. Most of the way positive, hardly even wary at all. Want overrode the majority of it. Still, he kissed her, nuzzled with her and got so very close.
It didn’t matter how wet she was, he was still- She inhaled at the pressure, the stretch, and nearly found herself holding her breath before she remembered to breathe. And Chanyeol was watching her like she was going to shriek, or maybe also like he was going to come all over if he wasn’t careful.
“It’s bigger than your fingers,” Jongin said, and he sputtered out a laugh. It had been a compliment and not a complaint.
Slow, the give of her body and the press of his. But not too slow- Chanyeol was the one who moaned when she lifted her hips. Not too slow, her fingers curling in his hair as he kissed her like she was a luxury he was indulging in, the shifting of his hips only making her want more. Jongin’s breath caught at his moans, the way he kissed along her her neck. She felt like she was on fire, the heat of him all over her, the slide of him inside her. Her hand stole between them trying to abate some of pleading ache and only intensified it as their bodies rocked together.
“So-“ Chanyeol started. “I- Jongin.”
A good try, punctuated by moans, his eyes almost unfocused with want as he panted.
“Come on,” she urged him, and he groaned, his head dropping as his hips rocked faster, sending the pleasure deeper like some kind of spark waiting. He was the one who shuddered first, his hips pressing hard as he moaned into her collarbones. But she wasn’t left behind, pressing her face against his hair as she gasped and came to his moans and pulse of him still in her, all but convulsing under him as the pleasure gripped her.
Somehow she felt like it should’ve ben the reverse, him taking care of her, but men. Chanyeol was the one whimpering as she sloppily kissed his cheek, giving her a loopy smile when she beamed at him. Maybe the start had been slow, but the end had been fantastic. They had plenty of time to perfect it.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing
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Baekhyun didn’t shiver when Yixing’s finger ran down his side, but it was a close thing. Just a drip, maybe, as Yixing wiped his finger on the towel around Baekhyun’s waist. In the mirror, Baekhyun could see the upper part of Yixing’s chest, his shoulders, and he turned so he could see a little more. With his hair still fluffy and damp from their shower, Yixing was still a little flushed, and Baekhyun tried to reel him in.
“I think that was pretty great,” Baekhyun teased, watching the corners of Yixing’s lips curl.
“I enjoyed it, too,” Yixing said, his hands settling on Baekhyun’s waist as Baekhyun drew him in with arms around his neck.
“Which part?” Baekhyun asked, wiggling his hips, and laughing when Yixing’s eyes went a bit wide.
“That,” Yixing allowed. “And this.”
“Oh.”
It was a soft sound, agreement when Yixing leaned in to kiss him, the softness of Yixing’s lips urging his. He moaned softly as Yixing stroked up his back, nearly shivering to get closer, get another kiss.
A little bit more of that, and they’d have needed another shower.
“I liked that too,” Baekhyun said.
Baekhyun nuzzled in against him, and felt Yixing smile.
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Prompt: can i get some kind of uni!au :33 w/ fem!xiulay?? hehehe :33
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Weekends were sacred. Sleeping in, ignoring schoolwork that was being put off until the last minute - at least one of them did that anyway. Step one: celebrate Friday night as thoroughly as possible. Step two: sleep in. Step three: acquire the best food possible. It was decadent, coffee for Minseok, hot chocolate for Yixing, and a sticky pastry for them to share. Yixing’s hair was smoothed down from the wild mop it’d been when she’d woken with her face in it, and Minseok had been directly responsible for both conditions.
Yixing was like a particularly content cat when Minseok combed out her hair, and she was equally so in the shade where they’d set up to enjoy the quiet and relatively mild temperatures. Someone on another stretch of lawn was playing frisbee and paying them no mind.
Though with Yixing spread all over the grass, she wished they were alone - but that didn’t keep her for leaning down for a kiss.
“Sweet,” Minseok said, and got laughed at because Yixing was still holding a piece of roll that was just as sugar-filled as the kiss had been. “What should we do next?”
Yixing fought about that for a moment, eyelashes dipping.
“Maybe a nap,” Yixing said, hooking her ankle across Minseok’s.
And that sounded perfect.
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Prompt: hi~ do you mind writing a sequel to that Kai/yixing catboy married the emperor AU? (maybe smut and how their relationship has changed?) smut
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They played Jongin’s game of strategy some days for who had a say in what came after. Yixing had gotten wise to some of Jongin’s strategy, pulling out surprise moves that won him the upper hand. Once in a while, very infrequently because Jongin was competitive, he even let Yixing get the better of him because it pleased him to watch Yixing smile and skirt their playing table to press a kiss to Jongin’s mouth. It pleased him to be tugged up, to have his robe opened and his waist held as Yixing kissed him. He sprawled out on the luxurious cover, stroking its softness and feeling pampered as Yixing’s warm skin pressed against his.
There were gentle fingers against his ears, lips against his neck, and Yixing’s reward was his own.
He did not keep his own bed except for when Yixing required it, and it gave them moments like that, where a game led to Yixing’s hands on his thighs and dripping oil against him.
He grinned, the purr rolling through him as Yixing filled him.
“Your Majesty,” he murmured, and Yixing laughed. Once he’d felt like an adornment on Yixing’s robe but Yixing was not just an emperor. There were no pronouncements in their bed -unless Yixing intent on both their pleasure counted.
It made him shiver, pleased, when people looked at Yixing and envied Jongin his place. He was the one who rubbed his ears against Yixing’s neck and slept with his head on Yixing’s chest, and caused his moans. And he was then, too, his own moans answering as Yixing rocked into him, kissed him. The giving warmth of his mouth, his stroking fingers. He struggled to breathe, purring when he could kiss Yixing no more and moaning into his neck.
“Please,” he murmured, and felt Yixing shudder for him. Yixing was his. Yixing had married him. Yixing took his pleasure with him. Yixing-
Sometimes when Yixing looked at him, Jongin thought that Yixing loved him.
And sometimes Yixing nuzzled against his face and Jongin knew.
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Prompt: daddy!kink please? >< like maybe jongin accidentally calls luhan That during sex and they slowly work through it and start using kinks in their relationships? smut
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It was an accident, and Jongin would’ve sworn it until the ends of the earth. So maybe some of his fantasies included it, and he really got off when he fingered himself and moaned with it. It was barely a shadow on his mind when Lu Han lifted his hips and fucked him harder, barely more than that when Lu Han grabbed his cock and started jerking him off.
“Wanna come?” Lu Han teased, clearly knowing how close Jongin was.
“Ugh. Daddy, please.”
Lu Han didn’t stop, to his credit, and when the first flash of shock washed over Jongin’s skin, his body showed poor enough form to immediately come all over himself. At least, as he was tying himself in knots inside, Lu Han got off too. At least he wasn’t so disgusted by it that he just…stopped. But Jongin was still gulping for air when Lu Han discarded the condom. It was quiet, none of the usual self-congratulations and jabs.
“So,” Lu Han said, folding up his legs and sitting facing Jongin.
“So,” Jongin said.
“Is that…a thing for you?”
Jongin jerked a shoulder. “I guess?”
Lu Han sort of nodded at him, like he was thinking, and it wasn’t necessarily in a good way. “So, you want to fuck your-“
“No!” Jongin interrupted. “I mean… No. This is just a thing. It’s just a thing sometimes. I don’t know! I didn’t mean for it to be weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Lu Han offered, though it clearly sort of ways. “I just… Yeah. I’ll have to think about it.”
Lu Han was heavily asleep behind him for more than an hour before Jongin made it to sleep. He wanted to assure Lu Han it wasn’t something he had to think about at all but at the same time, he was glad it was out in the open. If Lu Han wasn’t cool with it, then it really didn’t have to be anything as long as Lu Han didn’t stop wanting him because of it.
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It didn’t seem like it. Lu Han sucked him off the next day and came all of his thighs and nothing was weird. They made out on the couch during a movie, and Lu Han jerked him off in the shower, and then fucked him afterward too until Jongin was shouting into the bedspread. They talked a few times, too, not really skirting it but not directly addressing it either.
He thought Lu Han had forgotten it entirely until almost a week later when Lu Han had pinned him down on the bed, cock steady and fucking him deep. He was gorgeous, all sweaty and well-kissed, grunting as he sped up for several thrusts.
“Want more?” Lu Han almost cooed, and Jongin groaned, gripping the headboard harder. That tone meant Lu Han meant to undo him.
“Ugh. Please,” Jongin begged and spread his thighs wider to prove it. He wanted everything Lu Han could give him.
“Please, who?” Lu Han demanded. Jongin gaped up at him, brain glazed as Lu Han gently stroked his cock. He couldn’t possibly be- But he had to- “Please who?”
“Please…Daddy?” Jongin ventured, and moaned as Lu Han’s cock slammed into him.
“Better,” Lu Han grunted, and Jongin’s head nearly swam. Lu Han was allowing him to… Lu Han was willing to try- “This is what you want?”
“Yes. Just like this. Please.”
And he moaned as Lu Han kissed him, fucking him with his tongue as much as with his cock and making Jongin arch under him.
“Daddy, please,” Jongin moaned, Lu Han’s fingers so soft along his aching cock. That he could say it, that he could moan it, that Lu Han was touching him, watching him, fucking him.
Lu Han kissed him again, slow and dirty, and Jongin moaned when Lu Han began jacking him off faster.
“Come for Daddy,” Lu Han whispered, and Jongin’s mind went blank, every part of his focus on Lu Han’s echoing words and the orgasm that was screaming through him. Lu Han fucked him through it, sucking at his neck as he moaned and babbled. And all he could do was hold on as Lu Han shuddered and came, leaving Jongin pinned and filled.
Jongin let his arms relax from where he’d been gripping the hard wooden slats, body still quaking.
“Ah,” Lu Han moaned, and rested his forehead on Jongin’s shoulder.
Yeah. That. He didn’t ask if it had been weird, because he knew Lu Han would let him know if it had been. He wrapped his arms around Lu Han’s shoulders and just kept holding on.
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Prompt: Hola~ do you mind if I asked for stubborn CEO luhan who's life is going out of hand (more work than play) and minseok intervenes by hiring PA jongin. luhan hates it at first but they fall in love eventually :)
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He didn’t need a babysitter. Not even one with trim little hips and intriguing legs. And definitely not when Minseok was sending him long-suffering sighs about it saying Jongin wasn’t his babysitter, he was his helper. He tried to boss Jongin out of the office, tried to ignore him, give him ridiculous tasks to get him away, and nothing worked.
He wasn’t going to admit that having Jongin there was a big help. Jongin didn’t nag so much as he put something in front of Lu Han and waited until it had been completed. It kept him from shuffling it into his inbox and then cursing himself when he had three hours of work waiting for him before he could actually leave. Some days, Lu Han actually got to eat dinner at a normal hour, and have time free. Maybe Jongin wasn’t aware of how it had been before but Minseok was, and Lu Han tried very hard not to meet Minseok’s eyes when he subject came up. Suddenly the pictures on the wall and the papers in his folders were very interesting.
Lu Han saw Jongin more than he saw anyone, traded more words with him almost than anyone except the conference calls he got stuck on. Jongin was at his little desk in the corner of Lu Han’s office trying not to laugh at the varied expressions Lu Han made while on those calls. His words were even but he probably looked like some demon out of hell.
“Glad you’re not on camera for that,” Jongin said after one call, the soul of tact as he shoved a stack of folders in Lu Han’s face for his signature.
“It’d serve them right.”
Jongin half nodded, acknowledging that and agreeing. Jongin was on his side, which was actually nice amongst the corporate backstabbing. Jongin knew his favorite foods, even if he wasn’t exactly proactive about getting them, and laughed at him when he went to sit in his chair and almost missed it.
“Left office for six weeks because of broken tailbone. Would you still laugh then?”
Jongin thought only for a moment before replying, “Yes.”
Even with the best arm he couldn’t have gotten the balled up paper to Jongin’s head but he certainly tried.
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Minseok had always been his team, on his side, in his pocket almost, but Jongin was something else. It was like he could think the same a Lu Han did, falling into step with him with quiet tones and the occasional encouraging smile.
When Jongin looked up with surprise when Lu Han handed him a glass of wine, Lu Han was pleased. “You earned this this week.”
Early mornings, late nights, even with Jongin keeping him going.
“What did I do without you? Don’t answer that,” Lu Han ordered before Jongin could open his mouth.
But it felt good to relax, to chat. He didn’t have to pretend with Jongin.
(“You should get out,” Minseok told him once, and Lu Han had frowned at him.
“What, you’re going to choose a date for me, too?”
“Hasn’t Jongin been going to all the functions with you?”
“Of course, but…”
“But…”)
Their heads rested near to each other on the couch, and Lu Han knew Jongin was smiling.
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Prompt: whispers can you write luhan/kyungsoo pwp please~ smut
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Kyungsoo knew how he got there, to…he actually wasn’t sure whose room it was but it was nice. It was empty, most importantly. It hadn’t been his intention but Lu Han had smiled at him over his cup after a night, or maybe a month of Kyungsoo appreciating Lu Han’s body. The house was loud and crowded, and Lu Han had ended up at the wall beside him.
A conversation about biology later, and there were lips against his neck.
The shudder went through his whole body.
It was like..an audition, clammy hands and navigating hallways before finding a deserted room. They faced each other, Lu Han panting and cupping his neck.
“Your mouth is so gorgeous,” Lu Han nearly swore.
And Kyungsoo poured back his mutual agreement into the kiss, moaning as Lu Han pinned him back against the door, his hips just as urgent as the kiss was.
“Kyungsoo,” Lu Han breathed, and it felt like a moan echoing through him. Lu Han was hard and Lu Han was kissing him, and Kyungsoo moaned and felt his fill of Lu Han’s body, the warm skin of his back, his stomach.
“Fuck,” Lu Han said, staring at Kyungsoo’s mouth. “Fuck. Can I? I have condoms.”
Kyungsoo nodded, words escaping him. He’d hooked up with some guys who’d wanted him for whatever promise they thought his mouth offered. He wasn’t going to tell Lu Han no, not when he was going to get off just by thinking of being pinned to the wall by Lu Han for a long time.
But Lu Han wasn’t opening his own pants, he was opening Kyungsoo’s.
Kyungsoo locked his knees, hand tight on the door handle as Lu Han got on his knees and gripped his cock. He watched Lu Han’s face, his fingers as he rolled the condom onto Kyungsoo’s cock. If someone has asked Kyungsoo if he thought that Lu Han got on his knees for anyone, he’d have said maybe if the situation called for it. Sharing was important. But Lu Han, Lu Han was the guy who was gone down on. He was.. Kyungsoo had though he was that guy. And apparently everything in Kyungsoo’s mind was wrong.
His whimper was almost swallowed up by the bass below them, but his gasp was not as Lu Han licked along his cock. Getting him wet, getting him- He didn’t think harder was going to happen but there was always the slight chance. He felt Lu Han hum as his lips wrapped around him, and Kyungsoo wished for a chair with desperation. He pressed back against the door harder, trying to regulate his breathing which was more than impossible when he had Lu Han’s mouth on him, sucking him, swallowing around him. Lu Han sucked in almost all of his cock and Kyungsoo moaned, his head falling back against the door. He kneaded at the arm Lu Han had braced on his stomach, moaning as his cock throbbed.
It was faster than the music, one song, two, the press of Lu Han’s lips, his stroking hand, the moans around him. Kyungsoo’s moans didn’t get quieter when he realized Lu Han was jerking himself off while sucking him. He wanted to pull Lu Han back, offer to climb over him so they could suck together but the only suggestion he had was moaning Lu Han’s name, wishing he could rock his hips to meet Lu Han’s mouth faster.
But that didn’t stop him from coming. His whole body tensed, breath cracking on an inhale as Lu Han sucked him through it. The pleasure spiked, rolling through him as he moaned with every pull of Lu Han’s lips. Lu Han grinned at him with a red, wet mouth when he slipped the condom off and tied it. And Kyungsoo was breathing against Lu Han, nearly breathing for him when Lu Han stood and kissed him. He got both his hands on Lu Han’s ass, gasping as Lu Han jerked himself off, quick and firm.
He felt Lu Han’s body moving with his jerking arm, felt his moans, and the wet against his belly as Lu Han came. Lu Han leaned into him, chest heaving.
“Good,” he gusted, and Kyungsoo grunted his agreement. Getting sucked off at a party hadn’t been in his plans but he’d take it. “Wanna take you home.”
Kyungsoo grinned into Lu Han’s shoulder. He wasn’t going to say no.
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Prompt: how do you feel about minseok/kyungsoo? :3 maybe owner!kyungsoo pleasing his kitty!minseok?? hehe smut
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There were a number of different purrs. Some were happy, content, some were because Minseok was tired or sick. It was something Kyungsoo paid attention to, from the first time he’d had Minseok underneath him. He’d thought purring was only a happy thing - it turned out it was a lot more than that. He felt Minseok’s purr against his lips as he kissed along Minseok’s throat, felt his gasp as Minseok’s legs wrapped around his waist. Minseok had led him to the bed, bared his throat and spread his thighs. Minseok had been purring then, watching with keen eyes as Kyungsoo removed his shirt, and with a bitten lip when he’d opened his pants.
Sometimes he thought Minseok had some kind of supernatural power to know when Kyungsoo wanted. It was probably more that Minseok could see when Kyungsoo stared at him, or maybe it was something that fed between them - want, shared.
But the purrs when Minseok was hard, when Kyungsoo slid between Minseok’s thighs on their bed and wrapped his lips around him, that was different. It wasn’t as though he could feel it, too busy doing his own kind of purring as Minseok tried to thrust up into his mouth.
“Kyungsoo,” Minseok gasped, clutching at Kyungsoo’s hands where they rested on Minseok’s hips.
He knew without looking that Minseok’s ears were twitching, his face flushed, and mouth red from their kisses. Gorgeous Minseok, sly Minseok. The way he moved, the way he moaned. Kyungsoo hummed around him, stroking as he sucked, and Minseok gasped.
“Please!”
Please was sucking harder, filling Minseok with a slick finger. Please was moaning as Minseok sank his fingers into Kyungsoo’s hair and letting Minseok push up into his mouth as he came. He swallowed as Minseok shuddered, licking Minseok clean with as much fastidiousness as Minseok showed.
And when Minseok nuzzled against Kyungsoo’s throat and purred, he knew he’d done well.
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Prompt: Hola~ can I ask for this: Sunday morning slow Sex and sharing cigarettes? pairing can be jongin/anyone! :) smut
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Jongin came out of sleep on a long inhale, clinging to a dream where he’d been escorted down a hallway toward some kind of park. It took him a moment to realize what he’d been woken to, but not much longer - wet kisses pressed against his neck.
“Sehun.”
“Expecting someone else?” Sehun asked, and Jongin laughed, turning his head so that their cheeks rubbed together. He’d have asked what urged Sehun to wake Jongin up, not always a wise prospect, but he could tell rather plainly poking against his hip.
“So horny,” he grumbled, as though it was a criticism and shun took that as the invitation it was to wriggle over him. It was Sehun’s fault he was naked anyway and that seemed like it was for purposes of easy access. He just had to focus on staying awake after Sehun kissed him. The rubbing touches were nice, good, and Sehun kissing down his stomach had him sighing. But he was surrounded in warmth, and wet, and even as arousal throbbed, he still had to keep himself focused on the tease of Sehun’s mouth and not the lure of sleep.
He grasped at Sehun’s hair as Sehun crawled up his body, moaning against Sehun’s mouth as Sehun pressed wet and hard against him.
“Could’ve still been sleeping,” he said as he lifted his hips to meet Sehun’s. It was like being rocked in a boat, cradled by the bed, covered by Sehun who was radiating heat and pressing into him slow and even. Sehun kissed along his neck, stroked against his belly, pressed closer, closer, until Jongin’s breath was catching and it was pleasure catching the edge of his mind, not sleep. He was moaning into Sehun’s shoulder, clutching at his back, and he just barely got the satisfaction of coming first as Sehun moaned all brokenly and pressed deep - only to sprawl over him like he was dead.
Jongin granted after a minute of that, not liking having to move his rib cage so much for Sehun’s benefit. Sehun squished in beside him instead, like the bed was barely big enough for both of them.
“Sleep,” Sehun demanded, like he hadn’t just woken Jongin up and got him all sweaty and sticky. But Sehun’s breathing lulled him, and the comfort of his touch.
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Prompt: o-oh, uh, coley! hello! could you write a baekhyun/Kai based on this? :) https://twitter.com/pupsporn/status/469191184804773888
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Some looked alike, intricate designs with hidden meanings. Sometimes that made things hard, and other times easier because those minutes spent comparing, wondering, ended up in friendships. Though the more alike the mark of a soulmate didn’t mean the more likely a friendship was formed. It was sort of counterintuitive to the finding of the soulmate, like finding someone wearing the same style shirt - only in a different color. What was inside was so vastly different in each. There were databases that were founded, sometime after the marks started coming in about the fifteenth year. Some doctors claimed they could scan, read them easier, but they were usually scams.
All there was to do was wait, hope a match was made on a database, scanning the arms, the necks, the ankles of passerby’s. Sometimes they were hidden, secret. Baekhyun didn’t know of anyone over the age of 25 who hadn’t found their soulmate, but he’d heard stories of course. Sometimes if the ages were disparate the wait was longer, sometimes there had been an accident obscuring the mark. Sometimes…
Sometimes there was no reason they knew of. All they could do was wait, hope, live.
I saw him he’s tall- He lives with- Do you like dogs or what about- Do you think you’ll suit, he-
Baekhyun swallowed and pushed the questions of a dozen people out of his mind. They all wanted to know what he thought when he’d never laid eyes on his soulmate or talked to him. He hadn’t even seen a picture, just an image of the mark on his skin. Baekhyun wanted… He wasn’t sure what. He wondered if maybe there would be more, if he would know his soulmate by sight as well, if there would be a feeling that went with it.
It wasn’t like there were hundreds of people in the little courtyard, and only a few were really looking around for others. So when Baekhyun first Jongin, Jongin was trying to avoid getting tangled in the lead line of a toddler, smiling some awkward smile as the mother scolded the errant child like he was being scolded, too.
And Jongin’s lips parted when he looked up, saw Baekhyun staring. The smile faded, his eyes going wide, and Baekhyun knew. It was the look of recognition, Jongin having seen Baekhyun’s face on his soulmate profile.
They were separated by a year, by part of a city, by thousands, millions of people in a place they might never have met. But Jongin smiled, and held out a hand - not to shake but to show Baekhyun.
“Hi,” Jongin said, and Baekhyun inhaled at the sound of his voice.
Together, the marks fit, almost making a shape that looked like a butterfly when pressed together and a hysterical giggle almost escaped. Baekhyun took Jongin’s hand, examined it. Long fingers, swirls inside swirls, dark against Jongin’s skin. He knew that design better than he knew his own face.
His eyes closed when Jongin’s fingers brushed against his cheek.
“Hi,” Jongin repeated, making Baekhyun smile.
And for them, it was a beginning.
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Prompt: suchen; intercrural please? smut
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Joonmyun was still wet from Jongdae’s mouth when he spread on the lube, hard but not aching to come. Jongdae was bent over on the bed like he intended to be taken a different way but they both knew what they were after. He gripped Jongdae’s hips, needing no hand to guide him as he let his cock drag along Jongdae’s thighs until he could slide between them. Jongdae gasped, jolted. Maybe because it was cold, maybe because of the touch- Jongdae’s thighs were a goldmine of sensation. The stroke of a tongue along tingling skin, Jongdae had come just from that once. The sensitive inner thigh, the rub of their legs together, the nudge of his cock against Jongdae’s balls. And when the lube dried, friction wearing it away, Jongdae screamed like Joonmyun was fucking his thighs raw even as his cock flexed wildly. It was like fucking a live wire, Jongdae’s throaty cries all he could hear when Joonmyun drizzled more lube and used his own legs to squeeze Jongdae’s together. The wet slide of his cock between Jongdae’s trembling legs was loud and sexual, and Joonmyun closed his eyes and rutted, warm and slick and surrounded.
“Please,” Jongdae keened, and Joonmyun’s heart was thundering as he leaned over and kept fucking. It was Jongdae’s force alone that kept them from collapsing onto the bed, and Joonmyun did two things simultaneously.
He dug the nails of one hand into Jongdae’s inner thigh, and jerked Jongdae’s cock with the other. And all the while, his hips didn’t still, keeping Jongdae high on stimulation as he choked, his cock jolting in Joonmyun’s hand twice, three times, just before he came onto the blanket.
All Joonmyun had to do then was revel in Jongdae’s overstimulated moans as he fucked and braced himself for his own orgasm. He came, still carefully tucked between Jongdae’s legs so that his come would drip down and coat Jongdae’s skin - just the way they both liked it.
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Prompt: EEKS I HOPE YOU DO NOT MIND. I read your pregnant teen Kai fic and was wondering if you could write a continuation?? maybe them marryin? Or mummy jongin and daddy suho with some smut? smut
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Despite Joonmyun’s protests, the picture from their wedding that she selected to hang up in the hall was one where he stood next to her, solemn in his dark suit. With his hair carefully brushed forward and his stoic face, he looked like someone from decades previously, someone who was afraid the camera was going to steal his soul. He’d protested that he hadn’t looked excited to be there, his chin up and eyes direct. Jongin thought more that he looked very handsome, and she was smiling toward him like he was the best thing she had ever seen. And he had been, mostly. The day her son was born, that had been something different altogether. All those nebulous feelings had a real live little person to wrap themselves around. And Joonmyun had been there with her, on the opposite side of the bed as her mother. They’d been married three months after.
“He is out,” Jongin said. He was a year old, walking, babbling, grinning, and at that moment sound asleep. He loved Joonmyun so desperately, and it almost ached in her when she saw them play together, cuddle together. “Hey, sexy.”
Joonmyun laughed at her, because he was seated on the edge of the bed trying to wrangle his pant leg off of one of his ankles.
“If you mean you,” he said, trying to be all cheeky and mostly failing. “Just getting ready for you.”
“But you started the strip show too early,” Jongin complained. Granted, she’d given him a little eyebrow waggle ten minutes earlier when he’d been cleaning the kitchen that suggested he get ready and quick. Though being ready, and being a parent, sometimes meant having things put off. Not that night, and she would take him pants or no pants as she left her robe at the door.
He seemed to agree, laughing with her as they wrestled each other onto the bed, trading kisses and tugging at his shirt. They tried to leave everything outside of the bedroom, jobs, her classes, what was for breakfast. It was time for just the two of them, time well-deserved and much wanted.
She sighed at the kisses he pressed against her skin, the stroke of his hands, the way he pinned her.
“Come on,” she nearly whimpered, and it was a near silent moan as he lifted her hips and slid into her. “Joonmyun.”
Slick moves punctuated by gasps, kisses, like they hadn’t touched each other for a week when it had been less than a day. Joonmyun made her ache, going to slow, going too fast and then leaving her bereft when he slowed again. He stroked her thighs, kissed along her neck, moaned for her when gripped his shoulders and begged him for more.
“Jongin.”
Every time he gasped her name she gripped him tighter, wrapped around each other so close that she felt his groan when she came around him. And all she had to do was hold on and wait for him to follow.
“Three minutes? Good job,” she teased, and he made to bite her shoulder and kissed it instead.
He let her wriggle away and welcomed her just as sweetly with a kiss, and a cuddle for their well-deserved rest.
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Prompt: could I ask for catboy!au where every year catboys has to compete to prove themselves to the owners. shy insecure catboy jongin feels useless because suho has three catboys who always wins even tho jongin is suho's first catboy and supposed to be best? ending where jongin finds suho loves him most?
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He wasn’t like the others. He was tall, but not taller than Kris, and fast, but not faster than Sehun, and bright, but Lu Han was even brighter. Sehun was naughtier, but he got around that. When Joonmyun considered everything, how good they’d been, how well they had done, how deserving they were, it wasn’t Jongin. The only time Joonmyun had smiled at him like he had at the others was when Jongin had been Joonmyun’s only cat, and he’d expected to been Joonmyun’s only until Kris arrived. And then Sehun. And then Lu Han. Pretty faces, big hands, so many things that they were and Jongin wasn’t.
It made him not want to try, sulky in a corner with his tail curled around him as Sehun chattered at Kris and Lu Han gloated.
It was a silly tradition, one that drove the cats apart. Or that was what he thought then, not when he was hopeful to save Joonmyun’s smile.
“Jongin.”
The chattering didn’t stop, but Jongin looked up, his ears lowered as Joonmyun called for him. It took a second time before he rose, skirting the others and following Joonmyun to his bedroom.
“Every year you sulk if you don’t succeed,” Joonmyun said, stroking the back of Jongin’s head. “This year, you haven’t said two words. Why?”
“Why have a cat like me if the others so much…better,” Jongin blurted, before he could stop himself, before he could bury the words that had been building.
Joonmyun didn’t gasp or speak right away, but he got to close, rubbing his cheek against Jongin’s in a way that usually made him purr.
“Do you remember when I found you? You were so angry you hissed at me,” Joonmyun murmured. “The first night you curled up with me in bed, I was so happy. You always wanted to be close. Sweet Jongin.”
Jongin’s chin trembled, letting Joonmyun pull him in.
“I just want-“ he said, until he was afraid he would sob, his breath hitching.
“You don’t have to be the best,” Joonmyun said, nuzzling Jongin’s neck. “You’re mine and I love you, and nothing will ever change that. You have my heart in a way the others never can, you know that? When I was seeing if I would keep them, it wasn’t because they were pretty or they could win. I kept them because you liked them, because they could make you and I both happy.”
He remembered. He met Kris and felt that connection that had them talking the whole of a night, met Sehun and laughed, met Lu Han and was awed and charmed. He remembered being pulled aside by Joonmyun and asked if he thought each cat belonged in their home. Each time Jongin had said yes, not because he’d thought Joonmyun wanted him to, but because he’d believed it.
He began to purr, wrapping his arms around Joonmyun’s ribs. He couldn’t feel Joonmyun smile, but he imagined it.
“I love you, too,” Jongin mumbled into Joonmyun’s shoulder.
And though it wasn’t his turn, he slept tucked against Joonmyun’s side, with Lu Han dozing on the other. And he did not wonder if he belonged.
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Prompt: Established Sukai, where Jongin starts to get jealous of Junmyeon's perfect ex, please???
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“That’s your ex, right?”
“Huh?” Joonmyun asked, looking up with his mouth half open and a spoon halfway in it.
The TV was showing a face Jongin knew from old social media posts, pictures he’d seen in old albums of Joonmyun and his group of friends. He didn’t really need Joonmyun to confirm for him what he already knew. It was Joonmyun’s ex, son of a wealthy banker, rising star in the industry, money leaking out of eyeballs. He probably sneezed gold dust.
Then again, Joonmyun’s family weren’t exactly paupers, and Jongin’s either, but there was a difference between comfortable and owning cars worth twice the salary of both his parents together.
And a helicopter.
And a yacht.
The guy had a perfect nose for that matter, and Jongin scowled at it. Plastic. Money could buy anything. Or he’d just been born with it, which seemed too cruel.
Jongin had never met him, and he was glad. Joonmyun didn’t talk about him much either, positively or negatively.
“I forget why you broke up,” Jongin said, and it was half the truth. He had, and he didn’t want to really know either.
Joonmyun jerked a shoulder. “He was traveling a lot and didn’t have any time for me or anything else. Why?”
Oh, just the fact that the TV was proclaiming that Joonmyun’s filthy rich, good-looking ex was planning to finally stop traveling and settle down in Seoul.
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Joonmyun was laughing at him. The guy was tall, taller than Jongin, and Joonmyun was laughing at something he’d said. They looked good together, and Joonmyun was Joonmyun. It was some kind of welcome-back, housewarming. Joonmyun asked him whether he had a problem with going and Jongin had said no and tried to act unaffected. It had been a bad lie to tell. Maybe if he’d said he was uncomfortable, and he was worried, maybe Joonmyun wouldn’t have laughed, maybe the ex wouldn’t have reached out and put his hand on Joonmyun’s arm. They were comfortable together. There was history there. The guy hadn’t even sized Jongin up when they’d been introduced, when Jongin was trying to appear as tall as possible and project how right he was for Joonmyun.
By the time they left, he was exhausted and a mess, and Joonmyun looked serene, still laughing over an incident with Sehun and a champagne bottle. He tried to keep up the pretense, not wanting to talk about it on the way back to their apartment, and he mostly made it with a few worried glances from Joonmyun.
Joonmyun fit against him when Jongin tugged him close, lips softening for Jongin’s kiss as they stepped up into the apartment. He smelled of champagne and the spice of his cologne, and his hands wound into Jongin’s hair. That kind of kiss usually led them to the bedroom, but it resolved so softly, Jongin holding Joonmyun close. He didn’t wait for Joonmyun to ask what was wrong because he could see the question written so plainly on his face.
“Do you still want him?”
“What?”
Jongin cleared his throat. “Your ex. Do you still want him? He’ll be sticking around this time, and he’s single, and-“
“Jongin,” Joonmyun said, his voice so firm. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since we saw the news, and…” Jongin hissed at the cuff to the back of his head, pouting as Joonmyun frowned at him.
“He might be single, but I’m not. And maybe things didn’t end with me hating him, but that doesn’t mean I want him back either. I could’ve went with him, you know? If I’d loved him enough.”
He hadn’t thought of that. Money wouldn’t have been an object, but even then it wasn’t something he could’ve just brushed away.
“I’m glad you’re not single now,” Jongin said finally, and Joonmyun’s lips started twisting into a grin.
“You were jealous,” he said, like Jongin had bought him a diamond or something.
“You say that like it’s good,” Jongin mumbled, because it had really sucked.
“Not good, just precious. And something I can let you know you don’t have to be any more.”
Jongin tilted his head, eyebrows raised. “I can’t buy you a helicopter.”
“Good,” Joonmyun said, and wrapped his arms around Jongin’s neck. “I don’t like riding in them. And I’d rather have you.”
Well, Joonmyun was in luck. For him, there was lots of Jongin to go around.
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Prompt: hi coley :-) you're my favfavfav sukai author and i was just wondering if you could!! if you would!! write a sequel to just pretend? maybe junmyeon making good on his promise to fuck jongin? hehehe thank you :-))) smut
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“Can I stay over tonight?” Jongin asked, his chin almost on Joonmyun’s shoulders as they stood packed together on the subway. It wasn’t the proximity that bothered, but Jongin had a way of seeming closer than he was.
“What makes you think I’d be okay with that?” Joonmyun asked, pitching his voice so that Jongin could hear him over the careening train.
“Because I did last night,” Jongin said, laughing silently but obviously.
He would have teased that he wanted time alone, time to recharge, but it wasn’t true. Or it was, at times, but not that night. Jongin didn’t drain him like some people did, content to sit near and be still and silent, only the tapping of their fingers on touch screens and keyboards filling the room until Jongin got disgusted with Joonmyun’s laziness and put on some music.
“You have a great sound system, why don’t you use it?”
Joonmyun squinted at it. “I’d have to choose, then?”
He might’ve deserved the water Jongin had flicked into his face after that. But that was one of the many reasons Jongin was there, to choose for him. He was unsubtle about his taste in music, in food, in the temperature the bedroom was kept. It stood to reason then, that he would be unsubtle when he intended dirty things - like brushing his lips against Joonmyun’s neck while they stood in a corded subway car.
They’d had such good intentions, talking out what they wanted first in the coffee shop where they’d “met” and then in the restaurant where they’d ended up talking half the night. They hadn’t exactly said they’d take it slow, not as such, but it had been mostly implied that it’d be nice to get to know each other without only succumbing to hormones. It had meant meeting in public, glances shared in movie theaters and across restaurant tables.
But it had been almost getting caught making out in Jongin’s hidey-hole apartment that he shared with three others that had made them rethink their strategy.
If they couldn’t be together in the same room, alone and uninterrupted, without getting hands, then it was something they would quite willingly deal with together. And just accepting it made the forbidden a little less gleaming, napping together on Joonmyun’s couch and making dinner together - or Jongin watching while groping Joonmyun’s ass, that too. Jongin had a job at a convenience store that didn’t pay as well and made him grumpy, but the smile that bloomed over his face when Joonmyun opened his apartment door to him made Joonmyun know who it was for.
It was him, and Jongin, but it was for them more specifically. He had plans in his hips pocket, ones that meant taking some of the financial burden off of Jongin and giving him a place to sleep since Jongin slept in Joonmyun’s bed more days a week than not. He could put those funds toward searching for a job he enjoyed more, with the addition of more time with Joonmyun. It should’ve made him itchy, the thought of giving up more of his space and free time.
Instead the thought of it had him curling his hand a little tighter on Jongin’s.
“Stay tonight,” he said, just before they got to their stop, and in the reflection of the window, he saw Jongin’s grin.
He liked Jongin in his lap, or curling in Jongin’s, or Jongin against his back, on top of him, against the kitchen counter, in the shower. He liked, he figured, just about everything.
And he liked Jongin laid out on the bed, long limbs, long torso, his cock hard as he smirked at Joonmyun’s admiration. And even then, behind that, there was something shy like what he saw was a front he just had to push through to see more of. Jongin’s vulnerability, hidden under layers of laughter, tucked into sweetest touches and the way he leaned his head into Joonmyun’s.
Jongin was bared to him then, humming in contentment as Joonmyun kissed along his belly. Maybe he expected a nice, languid blow job, and on any other night, Joonmyun would have obliged. They had a score to settle, and he watched Jongin’s eyes go wide as he squeezed lube along his fingers. But then his lips curved, his thighs inching wider.
“Going to show me how it’s done?” he teased.
Joonmyun had a smirk of his own, kissing Jongin’s belly again and teasing Jongin with his fingers. He’d fingered Jongin once before while blowing him and Jongin had liked it by the way he hadn’t lasted very long at all. And it wasn’t as though Joonmyun had much to do to get Jongin turned on since he’d been half hard even before he’d pressed Joonmyun into the door jamb and kissed him senseless as soon as they’d gotten home.
He didn’t know how often Jongin had been fucked as opposed to being the one doing the fucking, and he tried not to dwell on it without totally deluding himself. All he knew right then was Jongin was tight around the two fingers Joonmyun pushed into him, squeezing around him in a way that has his breath hitching wondering if he was going to survive with his cock in there. He knew he would. It just made him…want more.
The noises Jongin made were the sweetest, the half-swallowed little moans and sharp inhales, noises that got more free as his inhibitions dropped, when he realized he was with Joonmyun, safe, wanted. It was only them two there, together, and he wondered what Jongin saw when he looked at Joonmyun, a man watching him, fingers sliding in and out of him as Jongin lifted his hips to meet him.
“Got anything bigger than that?” Jongin asked, knuckles pale from gripping the sheet.
“How much bigger are we talking?” Joonmyun asked, and Jongin laughed.
“I can see one thing I can think of,” Jongin said, flicking a condom at Joonmyun’s chest.
Oh, that. He kept his eyes on Jongin’s after he had started the condom on, making it slick as Jongin’s hips lifted.
“You’ve been promising,” Jongin rumbled, and Joonmyun gripped his hips to steady him. Jongin almost purred at the first press of Joonmyun’s cock, but that wasn’t the sound Joonmyun wanted to make. He wanted to curse at the resistance, the tightness, fighting against the impulse of his body to jerk forward and not stop until he’d filled the condom. It was for his own control that he moved slow, not because he thought Jongin in any pain. If that, he would have gone so much slower, but all he could think was that he was finally fulfilling the joke standing between them, not just Jongin’s boyfriend who could suck so well, but one who could fuck him, too. And he proved it curling up Jongin’s hips and getting close enough to kiss Jongin, softest lips catching at his as Jongin wrapped himself around Joonmyun.
“You gonna-“ Jongin began, and Joonmyun kissed him, felt him moan as Joonmyun began to rock their hips together. Maybe Jongin was moaning his name or maybe moaning for more, but the two things were the same. It was different than his hand, than Jongin’s mouth or stroking fingers, and Joonmyun reveled in it, shuddering as Jongin’s body gripped at him. He fucked until he couldn’t breathe, setting his teeth against Jongin’s collarbone and grunting with every thrust of his hips. He didn’t bite, just steadied himself there as he tried for control, for rhythm, for-
Jongin was jerking himself off between them, going tight around Joonmyun even as Joonmyun could feel Jongin’s knuckles dragging against his belly. Oh, that wasn’t fair at all. He didn’t know how Jongin did it, when Joonmyun was all lax beneath him and coming all over himself. He had to force himself to stop, gasping, before he came too soon, and even then he was only a stroke away from losing it. Jongin’s breaths were harsh, and a hand curled on Joonmyun’s neck.
“Don’t hold back,” Jongin nearly snarled. “Come in me. Come on.”
“Can’t,” Joonmyun said, and then made a liar of himself when he pushed up and braced himself. He kissed Jongin’s chin and shifted his hips, and made them both moan.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, and could not stop himself. His hips fucked of their own accord, some movement greater than any conscious thought as Jongin stared at him, gasping, little moans escaping as he squeezed Joonmyun’s neck and jerked his cock.
“Come on,” Jongin urged again, and Joonmyun watched his lips like he was in slow motion.
“Oh, oh,” Joonmyun moaned, his hips taking a hard lurch, another, moving in such quick succession as Jongin licked his lips. Each movement like Jongin was pornography himself, and on the next stroke of his hips, Joonmyun came. He came, and Jongin’s thighs were around him, Jongin so tight everywhere. And he still couldn’t even breathe when Jongin went tighter and moaned his name, Jongin coming all over his belly with Joonmyun still inside him.
“Guh,” was all he had to say, sprawled over Jongin’s body, and he was pretty sure he was laughing too, not just being shaken as Jongin laughed.
“How long had it been?” Jongin asked when they were curled together and moderately cleaned.
Joonmyun just grunted at him, and the implication he hadn’t lasted long.
“I like your orgasm face,” Jongin said, with some inappropriate kind of glee. “You’re a beast. Maybe next time-“
“Go to sleep,” was Joonmyun’s plaintive request, and Jongin snorted into his hair but seemed to be complying.
“Joonmyun,” Jongin said a minute later, but didn’t seem to be saying it for attention or anything else. He just nuzzled against Joonmyun’s head like he didn’t quite believe he was there, and snugged his arm around Joonmyun’s ribs just a little tighter.
Joonmyun knew the feeling, smoothing his hand over Jongin’s. Maybe next time, Jongin said. Next time, he’d have a man warm against his side and maybe, he’d have that for more than a couple of nights in a row. The thought made him smile.
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Prompt: morning! is it okay if I asked for big brother minseok baby sitting baby brothers jongin and sehun :D
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They might as well have been twins for how much they thought alike sometimes. Though, it seemed like Sehun hatched a lot of the plans and Jongin put them into motion, so however it worked, they got into trouble. Like the time they’d decided to line up all the chairs in the house and make a racetrack with their cars which had ended up with Sehun in tears and Jongin with a bruised forehead when they decided to see if they could surf their “track” just as well.
Jongin’s only comment had been that he should’ve used a pillow.
Minseok had put his head down and laughed.
But seriously, he couldn’t read like he wanted, or play a game, because taking his eyes off of them was asking for trouble. They’d start using food in the fridge to make monsters, or stacking up all their books to make a huge tower for their toy soldiers to take apart or-
Even sitting them down with their feet barely hanging off the edge of the couch so they could play a game with him wasn’t okay because they’d fight over who got to play and be angry when they didn’t win.
But when they were good, like when they wanted him to read to them, grinning up at him with such hope…
He didn’t really mind.
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Prompt: morning! I read somewhere that pets are therapeutic? I was hoping you'd write a fic where jongin is a cat/puppy boy bought by SM for EXO and how he interacts with the members when their stressed or sad? :)
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Each of them dealt with stress differently. Joonmyun, he could see it all bottled up, until he said Jongin’s name and opened his arms and then Jongin hugged him until Joonmyun was laughing again. Things were different for Sehun, or even Jongdae, because Jongin got close, and they fondled his ears a bit like not sure if they wanted to be touched. But he always ended up with their hands on his neck or back, comforted by warmth. Zitao was not shy about using him as a body pillow, and Kyungsoo hooked an arm around his neck and drew him in like Kyungsoo was the one lending support and not him. He liked flopping across Baekhyun’s lap so that Baekhyun couldn’t forget he was there, and resting his head on Minseok’s knee. Yixing cradled him while watching TV, his face rubbing against Jongin’s hair, and Chanyeol used Jongin as a pillow, smoothing along his tail in absent thought. Other times, Jongin pressed his face into the center of Lu Han’s chest and inhaled as Lu Han stroked his neck. Sometimes he wondered if he took more comfort in them than they did in him, but he realized it didn’t really matter. They were all happy to be together.
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Prompt: could I ask for EXO hello baby? hehe (plot twist: jongin is the best with kids because he has his children (the puppies) at home)
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Everyone, and it really was everyone, was glad that they hadn’t gotten a small baby. Some were for different reasons, like Joonmyun being glad because he didn’t have to worry about a tiny child being dropped, and Lu Han because babies cried and ate and needed their diapers changed. Zitao sort of almost wanted a baby because they’d look cute and manly holding one, but everyone in general agreed a toddler was best. There were words, and emotions besides happy and sad, and they could be cute playing games. And-
With words there also came talking back. Joonmyun was used to being not listened to and Minseok was laughing at him in a corner. The little boy seemed to like cuddle Kyungsoo’s cheeks and he was really, frighteningly fascinated by Zitao’s piercings. At least one wail had come out of that, and not from the child barely taller than their knees.
They joked that Sehun ought to empathize most being closest in age, and it was a lot of hard, frustrating work that was actually really fun. The kid loved to listen to Chanyeol sing, and he laughed baldly at Baekhyun’s silly faces - except when he was tired and then it made him cry.
And when he was bad, or tired, or hungry, it wasn’t any of them that he went flying o or listened to.
It was Jongin.
When Jongin said no, the little bottom lip poked out but nine times out of ten he was listened to - unlike when Minseok said so and there was shrieking and chaos. When Jongin said to eat, food was popped into his mouth. When Jongin said bedtime- Well, no one really got the bedtime thing down, but Jongin learned there was a method to it, that included a book and a very tiny sip of water. Whether that meant cuddles against Yixing’s chest, or on Joonmyun’s shoulder, they all sat around and took turns reading, little fingers wrapped around one of Jongin’s. Joonmyun’s expression always said he was doing a good job, and Jongdae was no small amount of thankful to the point of requiring Jongin to be at his side no matter what.
Jongin hid sometimes just to let them freak them out, but he always came out because he didn’t really enjoy a child getting upset even if it was funny watching everyone panic about it.
The producers asked him what his secret was, why he was the baby whisperer out of eleven mostly competent, talented-in-other-ways individuals.
“I have dogs?” he said, with an awkward little laugh toward the camera.
Somewhere behind him Joonmyun was horrified.
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