[Fic] My Cup of Tea - 1/1 (EXO)
Title: My Cup of Tea
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairings: Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Jungda+Junhee, Suho/Tao, Xiumin/Sehun, Lay/Xiumin, Ryeowook/D.O., Sehun/Suho, Baekhyun/D.O., Taemin/Kai, gen
Warnings: mpreg, sexswap, sexual situations
Summary: 21 various prompts from ask.fm
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Prompt: hi~ can I ask for an ancient china fic with emperor suho, who has to take a concubines and general (EXO member of your choice) forced his younger sibling Kai to be a concubine. The king doesn't really want anything to do with Kai but over time they fall in love (smut please if possible! ;u; ) smut
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There was a naked man in his bed and he wanted nothing to do with him. Joonmyun clenched his teeth as he turned from the room, ordering his servants to clear the room so that he could sleep. He had not asked for a concubine, nor had Jongin asked to be one. But the younger children of families were often used as a way to bargain in the political realm. Joonmyun had had little choice but to accept the “gift” of Jongin, or risk losing a critical ally, his best general who sought to forge ties between Joonmyun’s house and his own.
But though Joonmyun took Jongin into his home, he did not have to take Jongin to his bed. Jongin had found his way there a couple of times, each time Joonmyun forcing him out. Jongin had a fine body - it wasn’t want that Joonmyun lacked. Sometimes he thought of what would happen if he gave in. Other times, the burning resentment that Jongin was there because Joonmyun had been unable to stop it burned him too deeply.
Jongin was nothing if not persistent, putting himself in Joonmyun’s path, baring his shoulders to catch Joonmyun’s eyes and his interest. He couldn’t pretend there was none of that, because Jongin despite his origins and his shyness was appealing. When Jongin had ducked his head under Joonmyun’s stare, he had thought it affection, but it was not. And that was, if he were honest, perhaps even some of the appeal. But that was not all Jongin was. He was also determination and bared thighs, and everything that was a danger to Joonmyun.
It became more difficult to turn away. More difficult still, because he knew it was his right, and beyond all of that Jongin was offering.
“You were put to this by your family-“ Joonmyun began, trying to push away as Jongin stepped up against him.
“Proof,” Jongin said, and put Joonmyun’s hand on his hard cock.
“Proof you’re a man,” Joonmyun said. But still, Jongin was there, and perhaps taking care of him then would keep him from returning, his objective complete. So he parted his own robe, Jongin inhaling in anticipation. But instead of bending Jongin over, he pressed against Jongin’s back and slid his cock between Jongin’s thighs and began to thrust. They tightened around him almost immediately and pleasure shot through him as he gripped Jongin’s cock and stroked it. Jongin moaned, fucking into Joonmyun’s hand and clutching him with his thighs . And Joonmyun came between Jongin’s legs only moments before Jongin came all over the floor.
Jongin looked to him with something like gratitude when Joonmyun pulled away, and Joonmyun pointed to the door.
“Leave me for tonight.”
It had felt good. But there were so many things that felt good that Joonmyun knew he should not have.
He did not promise himself it would be the last time, and it was not. Jongin’s mouth was lush and eager around him, he discovered several nights later. He hurt on Jongin’s face when Joonmyun sent him away again after, Joonmyun ignored that. He got a little pleasure from knowing he denied Jongin what he wanted in staying near Joonmyun, and wondered what he was becoming in order to protect himself.
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Skin to skin on the settee, Jongin’s moans were loud as he grasped at Joonmyun’s hips. He’d finally broken joonmyun’s will, kneeling first with such obvious preparation, begging Joonmyun with his eyes and his body. It had been Joonmyun who had turned him pressed him back in the settee so he could see every bit of Jongin’s face, suss out any bit of treachery. What he saw was pleasure, exhilaration, pleas in the parting of Jongin’s lips and grip of his hands.
He wondered if Jongin would send a message to his brother celebrating that he had broken Joonmyun’s will, that they had finally gotten what they had wanted. It made him fuck harder, Jongin gasping beneath him.
“Please, please,” Jongin begged, growing tighter and tighter around him. Like he was begging to come. But he waited for no permission, his throat bared as he bucked and moaned beneath Joonmyun. And Joonmyun cursed his body that he followed so quickly after.
Jongin dared to touch him then, stroking over Joonmyun’s shoulders, his neck. He could imagine pressing his face there, against Jongin’s throat and letting himself bask in the warmth, a different kind of pleasure than what he basked in. Instead he pulled back, garnering another gasp from Jongin, and saw the mess they had made of Jongin’s body. Jongin’s mouth was wet, and he rested there as though waiting for Joonmyun’s order.
“Leave me,” Joonmyun said, and shrugged into his robe.
“Please-“
“Leave me,” Joonmyun repeated, and stared at the wall as he heard rustling and finally, the door opening and closing. He should not have been so concerned with treachery, when it was Jongin’s obvious desire that had scalded him. That was the end. He could not allow himself any further weaknesses. That was the end.
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So he went to Jongin, to find Jongin half dressed, his eyes lightly lined in obvious preparation to present himself to Joonmyun. It was a modest room, but opulent as the concubines of the emperor would demand.
“Do you like this room?” Joonmyun asked, pushing at a post of the bed to test its strength.
“I do,” Jongin said, standing to face him, his hips swathed in red and gold.
“Then listen to my words. Stay in these walls. Go to your gardens. But do not come to me without my permission, or I will chain you here. Here, or the dungeons, that is your choice.”
“No,” Jongin said, stepping forward.
“This is not up for debate.”
“I receive letters from my brother,” Jongin said, as though that was a surprise to Joonmyun. “Every time I tell him I have failed in earning your desire, he threatens to find another concubine to join me who will find your favor instead. Please do not keep me from you.”
“Why would you care? If I had a dozen others, at least you would be spared from my bed.”
“That’s… That’s not what I want,” Jongin said, not looking at Joonmyun. “It’s true, I had no choice in coming to you, but had I had been able to choose, it would’ve been here.”
Perhaps Jongin truly desired him, or perhaps those were only pretty words as Jongin knelt in front of him.
“You can tell your brother you did your best,” Joonmyun said, shrugging.
“I will not be a pawn for you to use to hurt my family,” Jongin said. And before Joonmyun could open his mouth, “And I will not be used by my family to hurt you.”
“But they will try to use you to sway my decisions, to curry my favor. To use whatever affection you can wring from me, what desire you can muster.”
“My loyalty is to you, not my brother.”
He stroked Jongin’s cheek, watched his eyes close as he moved into the touch.
“I wish I could believe you, that years of blood could be overcome by a month in my palace. Do not come to me again,” Joonmyun said, and turned for the door. It was weakness that had him looking back, curiosity. Jongin had not leaped up to follow him, to beg. Instead he stayed knelt, eyes closed. The beginnings of tears had begun their escape onto his cheeks.
Joonmyun closed the door behind him.
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Joonmyun waited a week, two. He waited for his staff to tell him of Jongin’s tantrums, of his depression, of anything that would indicate he was trying to use underhanded means to make Joonmyun pay attention to him. But none came. Jongin rose as normal, spent more time in the gardens, but he still ate and slept. He waited for Jongin’s letters home to include his failure, but they were like any other, uninformative, saying only that Joonmyun treated him well. And he did. There were no beatings. He was not forbidden to leave his room, only to stay from Joonmyun’s.
He peered into the gardens several times, once to find Jongin walking and other times reading. He wondered what Jongin waited for, what he hoped for. And he realized down that path laid danger, but it also held possibility. In giving himself time to think, Jongin’s words made sense. In Jongin, he could gain himself an ally, a shield.
Jongin stood immediately at the sound of footsteps, bent over in a bow when he realized that Joonmyun had entered the garden. When he grasped Jongin’s neck, pulled him close, Jongin followed, eyes wide. It was a face Joonmyun admired, a mouth he wanted.
And Joonmyun expected to find that mouth eager and giving against his, and instead found it cool and still. Jongin nearly gasped as he pulled away.
“Why do you not kiss me in return? I thought you said you desired me.”
Jongin shook his head, clutching at his own elbows. “I’m sorry. I’d never- I didn’t know you wanted- I’m- Oh.“
The last was almost a moan as Joonmyun kissed him again, lips parting as he grasped at Joonmyun’s robes. He kissed as though Joonmyun’s mouth would save him, unsure but so utterly eager, tiny sounds against the touch of Joonmyun’s tongue and the stroking of his hand on Jongin’s neck. It was no act, that kiss. He wondered what else had not been.
“If I asked you to kneel now?” Joonmyun asked, studying Jongin’s face.
Jongin looked around them, so out in the open. But that was the only hesitation, a moment later beginning to kneel, ready to do anything Joonmyun asked. Instead Joonmyun tugged him up again, grasping his arm pulling him along. He had a plan in his head, and he would follow it. He opened the door to Jongin’s rooms and pushed Jongin through the door.
“Stay here,” Joonmyun said, and when Jongin’s mouth opened as though to protest, he repeated himself. He had things to attend to, and there was no time to waste.
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When Jongin entered Joonmyun’s rooms almost two hours later, Joonmyun was ready for him. Jongin had been bathed, prepared, on Jongin’s orders. He’d known that he was preparing himself for Joonmyun that night, and not just in case Joonmyun would call for him. He knelt immediately at Joonmyun’s feet, his hair gleaming and skin concealed by green silk.
He knelt too, and he could see the shock in Jongin’s eyes as Joonmyun faced him.
“You told me once you’d have chosen this life even if your brother had not forced you to it. Why?”
It took Jongin only a moment to respond, lifting his head and saying, “You. I was no one in the crowd, but I saw the way you smiled at others. And your face was pleasing.”
Joonmyun laughed, startling the both of them. “Just my face?”
Jongin’s head dipped prettily in obvious embarrassment, and pressed his palm to that bared neck.
“I desired you, you surely knew that,” Joonmyun said. “I would call for you every night if I knew I had your loyalty. Though if I had reason to doubt, I would never touch you again.”
He could not buy loyalty, and it was not much as a bribe. But Jongin gripped Joonmyun’s arm.
“I will not fail you.”
“But you want.”
Jongin’s eyes were bright as they stood together, and Joonmyun felt the truth in that as Jongin pressed against him. He got Jongin’s sighs as they kissed, and Jongin’s moans as he pressed Jongin into the pillows. Jongin responded like he’d been waiting only for Joonmyun, wanting only Joonmyun. He did not look away aside to close his eyes in pleasure, and Joonmyun was not watching for treachery, only wanting to see more of those euphoric smiles. Jongin kissed him, stroked him, clung to him until Joonmyun was moaning into his neck just from listening to Jongin’s cries. He’d chosen well, even when he’d not chosen at all.
The blanket was too cool when Joonmyun rested against it, feeling Jongin breathing heavily beside him. He would not be cold long, though, he knew that. At least, he thought so until Jongin began to sit up
Joonmyun caught Jongin’s wrist before he could move far.
“Tonight, you may stay.”
Jongin’s jaw gaped for a moment, until he realized that Joonmyun meant it.
It was opening himself to danger, he knew it. But Jongin pressed against his side so willingly, so warm. But he pressed his cheek to Jongin’s forehead and for a little while let himself believe.
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Prompt: ;~; whenever you're free, may i request a sequel to that sukai?
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Joonmyun did his best to hide any feelings he had for Jongin from anyone who could see. The fact that he called Jongin to his bed so regularly, let him stay in his room once or twice a week, that was obvious. But where they could be seen, there were no touches, no fond looks, no invitations. The letters Jongin sent home, he wrote them and showed them Joonmyun - not by order, but out of some kind of strategy. What to put to make things sound hopeful, without giving away too much of what was true. If rumors escaped of their nights together, Joonmyun would know which of the staff he’d have watched.
But even then he could not confine himself too much.
Jongin sat up immediately when he heard Joonmyun in the garden, but Joonmyun kept him from rising or bowing with an outstretched hand. He was in some kind of dappled shadow, his hair sleek in the light as he rested in a more casual silk than what he wore to Joonmyun’s chambers. That didn’t keep Joonmyun from wanting. Some days they’d sat together, Jongin reading to him as he relaxed, others he’d pulled Jongin from the garden to please him in the privacy of Jongin’s chambers - or his own.
Jongin stayed silent as Joonmyun joined him on the blanket, waiting for what Joonmyun wanted. That day, unlike many others, he pulled Jongin in or a kiss, pulled him until he straddled Joonmyun’s hips. He didn’t need Jongin’s mouth to get him hard, and he knew Jongin could feel it as Joonmyun leaned back against the low wall.
He pulled the shining box from his pocket, thickened oil, and Jongin knew the sight of it.
“Here?” Jongin clarified.
He could’ve pressed Jongin onto his back and took him to the sound of bird song, but he wanted to be able to see - Jongin with a backdrop of trees and bushes, the palace roof above that. Jongin didn’t hesitate, the tie of the gray silk undone to bare Jongin’s body to him. It stayed on, that silk, a barrier as he freed Joonmyun’s cock and slicked it.
Jongin’s eyes were all for Joonmyun as his thighs tensed and he took Joonmyun in.
Joonmyun moaned softly from the tight grip of Jongin’s body, the feel of his thighs beneath Joonmyun’s hands.
All Joonmyun had to do was watch that lovely body rock and lift, only to watch Jongin fill himself again with a moan. He watched Jongin’s cock fill, fucking Joonmyun’s cock for Joonmyun’s pleasure and his own. Joonmyun reached, stroking it with two fingertips as Jongin’s rhythm broke, and Jongin moaned as he ground down with Joonmyun’s cock in him.
“It’s like you were waiting for me to come to you,” Joonmyun marveled.
“Please,” Jongin gasped, his cock hardening further under Joonmyun’s stroking grip.
“Please? You want to come while I’m giving you my cock?”
Jongin moaned, the undulation of his hips driving his cock into Joonmyun’s hand, even as he dragged Joonmyun closer to the end he was seeking. Sweat was beading on that flawless skin, the silk sliding down Jongin’s shoulders until it caught at his elbows. So slick, so tight, so gorgeous. It took only half a dozen quick strokes before Jongin cried out, coming on Joonmyun’s stomach and fucking himself erratically on Joonmyun’s cock. But it was enough, his hips lifting as he came in Jongin, moaning himself as Jongin squeezed around him.
Jongin hissed as he pulled away, and when he had Joonmyun wiped clean and covered, Jongin almost sagged as Joonmyun allowed him to curl at his side.
“My brother wants to visit,” Jongin murmured.
Joonmyun nodded. He knew. And he thought perhaps they both knew that that was why Joonmyun was there.
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Prompt: OMG I MISS YOUR SUKAI! coley, if you have time, could you write a sequel to your royalty au sukai?? :D smut
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Joonmyun wasn’t sure which of them was more prepared, but he thought it was Jongin. The last time they’d been alone, Jongin had been running through the plan like he was a general about to command his troops, pacing until Joonmyun pulled him down to sprawl with him among the pillows.
“You can’t show me too much attention,” Jongin said.
“I know,” Joonmyun chuckled.
“Maybe I should flinch when you look at me?”
Joonmyun reached out and turned Jongin’s face, and there was no flinching as Jongin obeyed and looked to him.
“I don’t particularly want people thinking that I am beating you,” Joonmyun said. “It’s one thing that they do not know that I’ve accepted you close, and another for them to think I’m treating you poorly. What if your brother took it wrong and wanted to fight to get you away?”
“You wouldn’t let him?”
“How could I since he was the one who gave you to me. Unless you were the one being vocal, I could not give in so easily.”
But still, Joonmyun stroked a hand down Jongin’s neck at the true worry that cast shadow on his face, as though Joonmyun were going to throw him aside.
“We’ve worked too hard to understand each other,” Joonmyun teased.
Though it was all too easy to imagine Jongin begging to go, even after Jongin had worked so hard to be able to be close. He’d gotten himself into Joonmyun’s good graces, earned himself a spot in Joonmyun’s bed. If Jongin had been deceitful, Joonmyun could not even imagine what his actions would have been. He’d been so cautious of it.
But when Jongin pressed his face into Joonmyun’s throat and shuddered in his relief at being close, his relief at letting go some of the worry of the meeting with his brother, Joonmyun squeezed him tightly. Their mistrust of each other had to be at an end. Though Jongin had the luxury of truly trusting, where for Joonmyun he would always need be wary.
Jongin was dressed in his very finest, trailing a step behind Joonmyun in deference to him. And Jongin bowed, too, to his brother, after his brother had bowed for Joonmyun.
“My brother, it is good to see you,” Jongin said, keeping his head low until Joonmyun’s hand brushed his shoulder. His first allegiance was to Joonmyun.
“I had not seen you since your arrival and I did not glean much from your letters. You are well?”
“My king is very gracious to me,” Jongin murmured.
It made Joonmyun’s lips want to twitch.
“He has been very obedient. It’s obvious he’s been raised well,” Joonmyun said. “He’s been a welcome addition to my…household.”
Joonmyun chose his words carefully, letting it carry the euphemism for his bed because all three of them knew that that was why Jongin was beside him.
“I’m glad,” Jongin’s brother said. “I hope it will foster good will between our families.”
Yes, didn’t he. To undermine Joonmyun, or to find power at his side.
It was a sign of trust, that he left Jongin with his brother. Jongin’s fingers squeezed at his as he passed.
And Jongin had comforted his king.
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It was bliss not to have Jongin’s brother near. He hated weighing his every action, gesture, where Jongin was concerned. Some alliances carried less weight, having to so delicately walk between showing enough care and not showing weakness. The ties between their houses were strong enough as it was, and they could not be stronger without causing danger. He had not pressed Jongin on what they had spoke of alone, he and his brother. It was what Jongin had not said after that had told Joonmyun so much, not rushing in to Joonmyun - Joonmyun had left the order to send Jongin when he was free - but kneeling at his feet and resting his head in Joonmyun’s lap with a relieved sigh. It was like all of the weight that had been on him had rolled away, and Jongin hummed as Joonmyun stroked a single finger along his hair, enjoying the softness of it.
“Would you not prefer to live again in your family’s home?” Joonmyun murmured.
Jongin did not move, though a sound of disbelief left him. “If my brother would let me step foot in it. He would find another bed for me to visit, one who didn’t mind having the king’s cast-offs. A house of little worth, that would be. They would probably make me call them “Your Majesty” just to pretend.”
It made Joonmyun laugh, tugging free the tie on Jongin’s hair.
“You won’t be in that house today.” But for Jongin’s effort, Joonmyun gave him what he had thought he would not. “If your brother proves his loyalty, he will not stay in the east many more years. What I hear from my men is true, but I do not want him to rest upon it. He has curried my favor in sending a man I desire, but what he will be earn will be based on what he accomplishes, not how sweetly you wrap your lips around me.”
“I hope that’s the way he would want it, in the end,” Jongin said. “Do you want my lips?”
Always, it seemed, and he brushed his thumb over Jongin’s bottom lip.
“Not tonight. I want you under me.”
That told Jongin everything he needed to know. Jongin stood, his eyes on Joonmyun’s as he undid the belt of his robe, almost black in the light. It fell, baring all of his skin, his thighs, his belly. Joonmyun let his eyes feast as Jongin stripped the heavy layers from Joonmyun’s body, freeing him to push Jongin toward the bed. Jongin crawled backwards onto it, gleaming against the blanket, his thighs spread and welcoming.
“Your Majesty,” Jongin murmured, and Joonmyun grinned. With his fingers slick, he sampled Jongin’s ass, nipping at one of Jongin’s raised knees as Jongin clutched around his fingers. He had been made for it, of that he was sure. Not just for sex, but for him, that lazy sweet curl of his lips that made it so apparent that he enjoyed what Joonmyun did for him. Jongin’s eyes widened at the press of Joonmyun’s hand and Joonmyun smiled, pleased at how Jongin responded to him. There was no fakery in that - he knew the body of a man, and Jongin was close to moaning, close to begging.
Joonmyun did not want to wait to give everything to him.
Jongin reached for him, hands smoothing over Joonmyun’s shoulders, sighing as Joonmyun’s fingers were replaced by something more substantial.
“Waiting for that, were you?” Joonmyun asked.
“Since the last time you took it from me,” Jongin confirmed, and moaned as Joonmyun set his teeth in Jongin’s shoulder and began to ride. A little pain made the pleasure all the sweeter, and he nipped into the base of Jongin’s neck, the point of his jaw, the hollow of his throat. He left pink marks in his wake, sucking lavishly in the hollow of Jongin’s neck and knowing Jongin would wear his mark as he went through his day. He’d been so careful before that day not to leave any, not to leave proof and certainly not to Jongin’s brother’s eyes. But he had no reason to stop himself, no reason to keep himself from feeling Jongin writhe under him because of it. He took, and he drowned in Jongin’s moans, the glory on his face, his hair spread on the blanket, his legs locked around Joonmyun, and hard against his belly.
“Your Majesty,” Jongin begged, and Joonmyun nearly lost all of his control. Yes, his concubine was begging, and it was his king that did the taking, but ht was more than that.
“You know my name,” Joonmyun growled. “Don’t you?”
Jongin gasped. “Yes.”
“Then say it. Say it as you give me your pleasure. Say it, Jongin.”
“Joonmyun. Oh! Joonmyun!”
He watched Jongin come with such glorious satisfaction, but it didn’t take away his need - it fueled it, burying himself deep as he stared at Jongin’s flushed and sweaty face. Again, and he lost himself, dropping his head and moaning as he came.
It felt like he’d been freed somehow, leased, comfortable. Jongin rose and wiped him clean, wiping himself clean too before standing at the edge of the bed and waiting for Joonmyun’s decision.
“Stay tonight,” Joonmyun said, and he actually heard the sigh of relief, closing his eyes as the lights were dimmed and Jongin climbed in beside him. It was a tentative head that rested on Joonmyun’s shoulder, but Joonmyun pulled him closer, rubbing his cheek against Jongin’s hair. For a moment, at least, he was satisfied.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun takes Junmyeon out on a date. Idk I'm just in a kyumyeon mood. Maybe they go cycling down the Han river together or smt?
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“Where’s your bike?”
Joonmyun pulled his phone away form his ear and was tempted to stare at it for a moment. He thought Kyuhyun had been calling him and then without a hello, a question.
“It’s here in the apartment?” Joonmyun said, unsure of what Kyuhyun was getting at.
“Are you asking me?”
Joonmyun burst out laughing. “No! I mean, it’s here in the apartment. Why?”
“Because I’m downstairs and I brought my bike. Let’s get some air.”
Oh. Oh.
“I’ll be down in five minutes,” Joonmyun promised.
And he hung up before Kyuhyun could poke at him about hurrying. It took at least that long to find his shorts and put a shirt on that wasn’t stained, and then tie his shoes. But he was in the elevator and tapping his feet impatiently. But Kyuhyun was just where Joonmyun had expected him, standing with his bike at the entrance to the river path.
“Hey,” Joonmyun said, and hoped his face made up for his sort of breathless greeting. And it wasn’t just that he’d been hurrying, but that Kyuhyun had grinned just before he’d said it. The bikes and the openness meant he couldn’t just throw his arms around Kyuhyun.
“Five minutes?”
“I was out the door in five minutes,” Joonmyun argued.
“Let’s go then, before the sun goes down.”
It was noon. Joonmyun shook his head, but he did get on his bike, pausing and starting to peddle as Kyuhyun got himself going, too.
“You want ice cream?”
Joonmyun glanced over. “We barely started riding!”
But that didn’t keep him from being pleased at the idea.
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Prompt: Jungda and Junhee go bra shopping together. The two sisters discuss what their boyfriends/girlfriends like to see them in most.
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The struggle was different brands being different sizes, different cup shapes. It would seem that the band size would be the same, but no, Junhee had a rainbow of different sizes at home and finding one that fit, was cute, supported, and didn’t feel like a torture device was something akin to being struck by lightning.
And Jungda had all the luck size-wise, which she didn’t think was fair because Jungda was a year younger than she was. It was her right as firstborn to have gotten the breasts in the family, but no, an A cup was all she got.
“Chanyeol likes lace,” Jungda mused, fondling two totally different bras. One was satin with lace edging and one was just lace entirely. “If I could get him to stop ripping it on accident.”
Junhee sputtered, laughing and having too much of a mental image of just that thing happening.
“A little lace is nice, it’s just not that comfortable. I like the push up bras, and all I get is complaints that it means I can’t be groped as easily,” Junhee grumbled.
But hey, lace made an effective whip when Jungda started snickering at her.
“All the more fun to take the armor off, right?”
Junhee just sniffed. She guessed so.
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Prompt: hey, i was wondering if you could write an exo/kai where all the members appreciate jongin's ass and thighs? your writing is fantastic by the way :)
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It was hard to know sometimes who smacked his ass as he went by. Yixing was an occasional culprit, though sometimes he looked so innocent it was hard to accuse him. Chanyeol cackling wasn’t a sign of guilt either, though he was easier to catch with a long arm withdrawing.
Joonmyun mostly stared at Jongin’s thighs, which was at first a little weird until Jongin heard him muttering something about if those were his thighs, he’d be taller. Tao didn’t have that excuse.
It was worse when they just kind of sat around talking about him blatantly, like when he was trying to demonstrate a move, and there was Jongdae leaning against Baekhyun and commenting on the way those particular pants made his butt look perky. And when Jongin glared, Jongdae just laughed as Sehun gave both of them a thumbs up like he approved. Minseok was avoiding his eyes, and Baekhyun was studying the floor with more attention than it deserved.
“Why do people keep touching me and talking about me,” Jongin wondered, thinking surely Kyungsoo would be answer.
Oh, and he did, too, nodding solemnly as though that was an answer and patting Jongin’s ass as he passed.
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Prompt: Hi, a Halloween prompt: a bet about spending the night at a graveyard, Sutao style.
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“What if something comes after us?” Tao whispered, as though someone was going to hear. There was something eerie about being in that particular cemetery at night, weird shadows twisting under the dim light from the face of his cell phone. Joonmyun couldn’t use anything brighter because they wanted to finish the bet, not get detected. Joonmyun, they figured, would give in to the cold, and Tao to the fear. But Joonmyun had been determined. And when he set his mind to something, it stuck. Which was how they ended up camped under a creepy angel statue that at first Tao thought was a bird, and there was the distant sound of traffic, of wind and- Not a whole lot else.
“It feels wrong,” Tao almost whined, still under his breath as the reality of the situation was settling on Joonmyun at least - it was cold, and they were there for hours. “What if something attacks us?”
“If we die, then we’re at the right place,” Joonmyun said, and Tao groaned, leaning out around their hiding spot as though to make sure no ghosts or werewolves were creeping around behind them.
And Tao shouted so loud it almost scared Joonmyun when Joonmyun poked his side.
“Hyung!”
“They’re going to find us if you keep doing that,” Joonmyun said. “I’m cold.”
That was a request that Tao understood at least, tucking their spread-out sleeping bag over them and using Joonmyun like a living comfort toy. Every squeak of a branch or rustle of grass had Tao jerking.
And Tao whimpered at the realization of, “We’re sitting on dead people.”
Joonmyun didn’t bother to tell him that they probably always were anyway. He didn’t know how they were going to sleep like that, but he wrapped his arms around Tao a little tighter.
But Joonmyun woke just after dawn with Tao totally under the covers with Tao’s head on his chest. The side Tao was on was warm, and the other side was cold. He felt like someone had frozen him and was trying to break him in half after it when he tried to move. Tao grumbled, and Joonmyun figured he’d give him 15 more minutes and they would go. Bet accomplished.
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Prompt: coley, could you write me some sukai maybe a college au? : ( it's been a bad day n some otp luvin wld be nice!! thank you!!!
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The professor was good, actually a really engaging speaker who encouraged class participation without striking fear into each of their hearts. It was his first real experience of wanting to go back to his dorm, do his readings for the pleasure of being able to engage with the other students and the professor. And that was really the main reason, though there was another tucked into a desk on the far side of class. The teaching assistant, getting up to set up presentation slides or give out assignments. He wore some kind of houndstooth scarf that day, dark rimmed glasses under his glossy fringe.
“Don’t like being cold, huh?” Jongin asked, and Joonmyun’s smile flashed as he put the test study sheet on Jongin’s desk.
“Never have, never will,” Joonmyun said and moved on.
Joonmyun had office hours in the afternoon and not the morning, so some of the class was more inclined to go see him for questions, for advice, to talk over their paper topics or get advice for primary sources.
“Most of us are going to owe you coffee when this class is over,” Jongin mused, looking with trepidation over the two pages of notes that Joonmyun had marked up for him.
Joonmyun’s mouth opened and then closed. “I like coffee,” Joonmyun said finally.
And he was actually blushing, and it was fascinating, at least until Joonmyun shoved him out so he could talk to the next person waiting. He liked coffee. He liked coffee, but not necessarily with the class. There was no reason for him to have gotten embarrassed, except-
Jongin got his grades the day before break, having aced the class with Joonmyun’s guidance. And he felt ridiculous as he hovered outside of the building at the end of Joonmyun’s office hours, the cups hot even through the protectors on his hands and causing steam to waft in the cold air. But Joonmyun appeared just minutes later, with his hood up, scarf wrapped, gloves on. And he startled, stopped, when he saw Jongin step out from beside the path.
“I didn’t know what you liked. Mocha, or vanilla latte?”
“Latte,” Joonmyun said, and cupped it with both hands when Jongin offered it. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Jongin said. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Not if you don’t,” Joonmyun said, and Jongin could tell he was smiling behind his scarf.
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Prompt: Still taking prompts? .__.; How about an alternate exo wolves au (alternate bc it seems you have a few going)-just sth short, where hunters/a rival pack comes around and manages to single out the alpha, only they did their homework wrong bc they got the wrong wolf. (KS as the REAL, unassuming alpha)
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The room almost echoed with Chanyeol’s growls, one hand in front of him, the other shoving Kai and Baekhyun behind him. They’d tried to surge around him, climbing through a window instead of surging as they wanted, to attack instead of being protected. But Chanyeol was backed beyond the window, beyond escape.
“This isn’t your place,” Chanyeol almost shouted, squeezing back even further as the wolves that threatened advanced even further.
“You got the betas away, but you haven’t protected your place. You have to stop your pack from scouting, or we’ll make sure you don’t have a pack to go home to.”
Chanyeol’s growl intensified, almost turning into a while as the two wolves advanced and the sound of a snapping finger stopped everyone.
“Do you think that slaughtering my pack will get you what you want?”
The wolves whirled, ready for a fight, and Kyungsoo leaned into the door frame.
“You dare come here to threaten my pack for scouting, when you have come into my territory without my permission?”
“You are the alpha!”
“Did you think I wasn’t? Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol skirted them, standing to Kyungsoo’s side, and it was on longer that Chanyeol was trapped, but the other wolves were in danger of it. If they had been expecting power, he had it. If they expected cunning, he had it. But he had his pack, first and foremost.
“If you come here again…”
Threat and promise both. The betas fled first, out through the window, as the rest of Kyungsoo’s pack circled around. Chanyeol exhaled.
“Will they be back?”
If the wolves returned, they’d be prepared.
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Prompt: hi coley i loved guardian and am suffering massive withdrawal symptoms : ( could you write me some dom!suho and/or the use of kai's leather belt maybe set when suho has come to be secure in his freedom/the traces of fear are gone? THKU FOREVER : * smut
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When Suho pulled his lips from Kai’s, Kai was gasping, and Suho grinned as Kai groaned, his arms working as he pulled his wrists against the confines of his own belt. He’d watched, he’d let Suho put it on him, but it was different knowing that, after Suho kissed him, rocking his body over Kai’s, and felt him get hard as Suho sucked at his bottom lip, scraped his teeth against Kai’s collarbone.
“What do you want to do?” Kai asked, his breath hitching as Suho’s cooler fingers wrapped around him.
“I want you to stay just like that and let me help you,” Suho said.
Help him to get off. Help him to get Suho off. Kai, stretched out on the pale carpet, his wrists bound and mouth swollen. When Suho got him slick, when Suho straddled him, Kai thrust his head back and moaned - the moan petering off into a harsh exhale as Suho sank onto him. He could feel Kai straining beneath him, could see his throat work, his arms straining as he sweated and tried to lift his whole body to get deeper, to get Suho to go faster.
“Please!”
Since he’d asked so nicely. But that still didn’t make him speed up much, reveling in the feel of Kai in him, in the sheen of his skin and his moans. If he could’ve kept Kai on edge like that for longer, he would’ve, but it was his thighs that dictated how long he took before the strain overshadowed the pleasure. He’d done so with his mouth not a week before, until Kai could barely speak, writhing and throbbing. Kai cursed his patience then - but he loved it, too, knew he did because he said so, because as soon as he had been able to, he’d turned Suho face down and fucked him until they were both spent and wrapped together.
Suho moaned, remembering, stroking himself and watching Kai’s face, the hunger in his eyes, his parted mouth, the rubbing of his head against the floor . Fast, faster, and Kai’s whole body tensed, braced to come, braced for disappointment, and almost shouting as Suho didn’t stop, tearing him over the edge as he pushed up against Suho and garbled his name. And that was how Suho came, watching Kai lost to his own body, slicking Kai’s belly with his own come.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” Kai gasped.
Suho smiled, dropping his head against Kai’s shoulder. He was just using everything Kai had taught him, everything they had learned together.
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Prompt: coley~ can i have incubus!suho seducing vampire!kai? smut
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There was no sneaking up on him in the middle of the night, if the night was when Jongin was awake. They’d tangled, once, after Jongin had turned, the scent of his blood foreign. He didn’t drink from humans, not like that, but Jongin had been too much to pass up. And with a human, there were limitations of the body, even with his own ability to sustain them.
“I’m busy,” Jongin complained, as Joonmyun ran his fingers down Jongin’s neck. His fingers that were still not yet fully formed. But then, he did let himself become solid, let his breath exhale against the top of Jongin’s head.
“Busy living forever?” Joonmyun asked, and Jongin tipped back his head and scowled up at him. “Have you already eaten?”
“I have. Some nice O positive tonight.”
“Good. I’m hungry. And the o’s will definitely be positive.”
Jongin scoffed at him and it took little more than a shift of his mind to appear in front of Jongin instead, his hands stroking down the soft front of Jongin’s shirt.
“You don’t get enough from me,” Jongin said.
“Not as much,” Joonmyun said. But enough. It was enough that Jongin’s body responded to his touch, that he was hard before Joonmyun cupped him through his pants. “What do you want?”
“Are I supposed to be asking you that?” Jongin asked.
“I get out of it everything I need no matter what,” Joonmyun said, grinning as Jongin lifted his hips to grind against Joonmyun’s hand. “So what do you want?”
There wasn’t anything they hadn’t tried already. The way Jongin looked him up and down seemed to order him down, sliding between Jongin’s widening thighs. What Jongin didn’t say was heard loud and clear in the way he sighed as Joonmyun pulled down his zipper and let him free. Just pressing his skin against Jongin’s allowed him to feel what Jongin felt, to feel the thrill at the slide of Joonmyun’s tongue. He took his time, because they had nothing but time, hours and hours of the dark with Jongin’s hands twisting through his hair, his moans rumbling, wetting Joonmyun’s tongue with his come, and shuddering when Joonmyun’s head began to bob against. Every tendril of pleasure wound through Joonmyun, down to to the very last spark as though what he was doing to Jongin was being done to him. It was a luxury, that his lips never went numb or sore, that he could swallow Jongin deep and make each time just a little different, his eyes lidded as he sucked and stared up into Jongin’s eyes, seeing it that time, the pleasure. Not just an hour in someone’s bed, but a night until the last of Jongin’s low moans had him swallowing, and then rising to his feet. He’d lost count, how long he’d been on his knees, how many times Jongin had come.
“You’re my favorite vampire,” Joonmyun said, wiping a bit of drool from the edge of Jongin’s mouth. He pressed a kiss there and Jongin sighed.
“I’m the only one stupid enough to let you pop in and do this to me whenever you want.”
Joonmyun grinned, his gait loose and satisfied as he walked toward the door.
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Prompt: continuation of that sukai with kai feeding from suho? \:D/
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Joonmyun wasn’t the only one with a hunger. Perhaps for him, Jongin was more like a snack, but when Joonmyun dared to show his face - and Jongin complained more than was strictly necessary, though he’d never once turned Joonmyun away - and Jongin had not fed, they had the chance to share more than just pleasure. Joonmyun wasn’t a creature of of the earth, not as such, but he could make himself such. When he pulled Jongin over him, he was as close to human as he usually ever became, there in form but still invulnerable, unable to be killed, to tire.
But also unable to bleed, and that was what Jongin needed to survive. And yet, it was in his power to, though how many y ears he held it back, kept it from Jongin as Jongin knew they were never meant to truly feed together. But that wasn’t truth, Jongin drunk on Joonmyun’s moans as he lifted his hips into Jongin’s. His face was flushed when he bared his teeth and gripped Jongin’s shoulders.
“Bite,” Joonmyun said roughly.
He had before, the habit of it, and it had been weird and unnatural.
“I can’t-“
Joonmyun pulled Jongin’s face down to his neck, his skin warmer than Jongin had ever felt. He shuddered, Joonmyun’s nails digging into his skin as he arched his neck and offered. Bite, Joonmyun said. So he did, he bit and waited for that slide of his teeth into flesh, the nothingness of it. And he gasped, almost choking himself at the first copper tang of blood. Joonmyun was moaning, not just holding but almost clawing at him, coming between them.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Joonmyun urged, and Jongin fed and fucked and moaned into Joonmyun’s neck as he came and felt Joonmyun shuddering beneath him. Joonmyun didn’t beg him further, not like he usually did, just going still as Jongin took back his teeth and smiling a bit as Jongin goggled at him.
“I’ve never been able to feed from you before.”
“It leaves me feeling too vulnerable,” Joonmyun told him. “I don’t have as much stamina when I’m almost fully human like that, so I can’t take as much. But I didn’t anticipate how much it would turn you on to feed.”
Jongin sputtered as Joonmyun trailed his fingers down his chest. “How much it turned me on!”
Joonmyun was in no way embarrassed by his enjoyment of it. “Did it satisfy? The blood?”
It had. It still had some tang of magic that wasn’t unpleasant, but he wasn’t hungry either. Joonmyun had bared to him a vulnerability, and Joonmyun kept him close, kissing him, as his body cooled.
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Prompt: minseok with a heavily pregnant (and pouty) sehun who won't stop asking for mashed potatoes
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Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been different kinds of potatoes. Fries, maybe. Hash browns. Diced, wedged, quartered. Fried, sautéed, baked. But no, always mashed. There were four restaurants in their immediate proximity that made some version of a mashed potato. Sehun crossed one of those off the list, heaving himself and his belly off the couch with indignation because the mash had /lumps/ in it of all things. One had herbs, which contributed to Sehun’s battle with acid reflux. Another used sub-par butter, apparently, though Minseok couldn’t taste any real difference between the remaining two options.
Sehun knew better thought. Heightened whatever from hormones or something.
Begging at a restaurant door for a tub of mashed potatoes got old after a while, though, and Minseok was on The Quest to make them at home. He read recipes. He bought equipment. He bought ingredients.
“Make sure to put the potatoes in when the water is cold,” Sehun called, researching from his phone and being very helpful about it. He mashed potatoes one by one, making sure they were silky smooth, using different butters in each, different kinds of potatoes, different types of milk or cream, until Sehun tilted his head and declared, “I could eat this one again.”
Sehun was hugged and the kitchen cleaned of its potato explosion, and thus ended Minseok’s adventure somewhere between Goldilocks and Rapunzel. He only hoped the baby had a less picky palate.
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Prompt: c-could i ask for cafe owner minseok pretending to be exasperated by boyfriend yixing only ever ordering tea when he visits? :>
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There were so many gorgeous options of coffee that he could offer to his customers. Different origins and different roasts, each with different notes of flavors within them. There was steamed milk, hot water, or a dollop of cream, sweet syrups, ice, and sprinkles of chopped chocolate. He knew more ways of concocting a cup of coffee that he could count, more combinations and flavors, silky smooth or bitter, warm or cold.
And there was Yixing, Yixing who brightened up the whole cafe the way he ducked in and looked for Minseok, smiling at him as he lingered back, let any customers waiting make their orders and bellying up to the counter so he could reach across and do a very-restrained hand touch.
“What can I get for you today, sir?” Minseok teased.
His gleaming machine, his pride and joy, his chunk of profit that he treated like a baby, was waiting for Yixing to decide what suited his fancy.
Yixing seemed taken off guard for a moment, stopping, thinking what he might want.
“Chamomile,” he decided, after his eyes roamed across the board.
Minseok blinked. It was two in the afternoon. “Are you planning on sleeping soon?”
And Yixing laughed, delighted. “No? It sounds good though.”
Minseok wanted to point out his specials, the salted caramel, the mocha. But he made Yixing the best cup of chamomile tea he could, watching him all pretty in the winter sunlight as he took a table and curled up with the tea to read - every so often looking over and meeting Minseok’s eyes and smiling, waving.
He got English Breakfast the next time, and then some kind of vanilla black tea, a green tea steeped to perfection. Minseok bought a special rooibos blend, and a fruity white tea, and Yixing had them all, drinking his way through every kind of tea that Minseok had. He made teas on i.e., even if it was frozen outside, blended them until they were sweet with milk and syrup, a true latte but with tea and not his precious coffee.
At least he got to use the machine, there was that, but steaming milk was different than making liquid gold.
“Do you just not like caffeine?” Minseok wondered. “I have decaf?”
Even if it made him shudder to think of it.
Yixing frowned, though. “I drink black tea? And green tea?”
“Do you not like coffee?”
“I like tea more. Isn’t it nice to make tea every so often and not just coffee all the time? And tea is just…” Yixing pondered for a few moments. “It reminds me of you.”
“Watery?” Minseok asked, wry.
“Warm. Really warm, in a lot of ways. Spicy or sweet or… I like it.”
“Coffee has variety, too,” Minseok said, because he was still a bit offended on his coffee’s behalf. “I’d put love into that for you, too.”
Tea reminded him of Yixing, too, not just because he ordered it all the time. The half hour he was able to take some days to sit with Yixing and read over his shoulder, Yixing’s hand warm from the cup over his. Yixing stayed after some days, testing Minseok’s harebrained coffee concoctions, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a grimace. Yeah, that one wasn’t so great. So Yixing did drink coffee those times, complimented Minseok in his trials.
But when Yixing came to the cafe, he came to see Minseok, and for tea.
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Prompt: ryeowook/do? based on ryeowook's tweet congratulating him on his award... he gives him a *proper* congratulations (as in do gets laid) lol smut
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It wasn’t really a reward. It was more of a celebration. Delighted hugs melded to equally as delighted kisses, Kyungsoo struggling out of his coat as Ryeowook gripped his sweater and pulled him in.
“Wish you were still in your suit.”
The thought almost stopped him, imagining Ryeowook opening his suit pants and- He hissed.
“Another time,” he promised. And he made a mental note to make sure that Ryeowook was in a suit as well. He’d never gotten blown by a man in a suit and that was very much something he wanted to try.
He didn’t know where his sweater ended up, or Ryeowook’s pants. Ryeowook’s shirt was still half on, and he discarded it, kissing Kyungsoo as he settled in Kyungsoo’s lap. Apparently- Apparently he’d had a plan, everything slick and maddening all too quick, moaning into kisses and struggling to be still as Ryeowook took him deep, further.
He’d been pleased, surprised, proud of himself when he’d stood on stage but he didn’t remember any of that as Ryeowook rode him. Ryeowook liked to break him down, and he didn’t know how easy that had been until realizing that Ryeowook knew just how to do it - until he was sweating, shuddering, clutching at Ryeowook’s hips and kept just too far away from what he was wanting. His name, mouthed against his neck had him groaning, bracing himself as his legs began to shake - and Ryeowook gasped.
And Kyungsoo came, his belly wet before he could nearly draw another breath, inhaling the whole of the room as Ryeowook slowed.
“Good to see you,” Ryeowook said, humming, and Kyungsoo closed his eyes, leaning his head against Ryeowook’s.
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Prompt: write an exo pairing that you feel inspired to write right now! + a prompt/situation you always wanted to write~
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Joonmyun woke to pain, but what made him gasp was the cold, the water sloshing along his lower back that had him cringing, half sitting up and realizing he was in an alley, in a puddle. He hissed, cupping his hand around the shallow slash just below his elbow. It was still bleeding, blood all over his hand, his arm, his pants. There was a strip of cloth on the pavement, bloodied too, like it had been tried to be tied around his arm. It was too sodden, too dirty, and Joonmyun stood slowly, bracing himself against the brick until he knew he wouldn’t fall.
He didn’t have his wallet, he realized grimly. A mugging. All he had were his keys, and he clutched those like they would protect him as he ambled to the street.
It was his street, he realized, peering through the glare of dawn light. The alley between his building and the apartment complex beside it. He groaned in both relief and anger, that he would be attacked so close to home, and grateful that he did not have far to go to get dry, get warm and patch himself up.
Joonmyun stopped short when he rounded the corner to his hallway, startled to see a man huddling beside his door, a man who looked just as wet as Joonmyun felt. He was shaking, his mouth smeared red, and the cloth that was meant to protect him, shredded around his shoulders. A chill unrelated to Joonmyun’s wet clothes went through him.
Vampire.
“I wouldn’t have left you, but the sun,” the man said, licking his lips and grimacing. He held out a wallet. Joonmyun’s wallet.
“Why do you have that?” Joonmyun asked, snatching it out of the man’s hands. It had all his money, his cards, his ID. “Who are you?”
“Sehun. Oh Sehun. The sun came up too fast and I was too weak already.” And Sehun licked his lips again, leaning his head against the door frame and saying the words like he was afraid to say them. “They made me bite you.”
“No. You’re lying.”
The blood on Sehun’s mouth. The cut. The ache in Joonmyun’s head. Everyone had heard the stories. No. No, he’d just fallen. It was fakery, extortion.
“Please,” Sehun pleaded, resting a hand on his bloody jeans as Joonmyun fumbled to unlock the door.
“I couldn’t even invite you in. I have windows,” Joonmyun said. He wasn’t heartless.
But Sehun didn’t try to hold him, and Joonmyun showered on full blast, dried himself, bandaged his wound. He found dry pants and shirt, a towel and handed them out through his half-opened door.
“There’s a maintenance closet four doors down,” Joonmyun said, feeling Sehun take them from him.
With his hand over his smarting arm, Joonmyun did the only thing he could do, calling the only open office of Vampire Affairs, handing the phone out too and sitting on the other side of the wall as Sehun talked to the liaison. It turned his stomach when he got the phone back.
“He is one of ours, his registration number checked out. An officer will be by to collect him and take a sample of your blood for testing.”
Joonmyun already feared it would be positive.
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“Why is he shaking?” Joonmyun asked.
The sun, it seemed, getting to safety. Hunger, pain.
For Sehun, they brought a sun hood, the cloth that looked like it should not have done what it could and protect a vampire’s skin from the burning the sun caused. Though he hadn’t needed it right then because they also brought temporary window coverings, and Joonmyun’s apartment plunged from day to night in only moments as he allowed them to use his kitchen table as a base as they got Sehun into a chair, had to hold him back against it as he shook because he was shaking the table where the delicate machinery sat to test Sehun’s saliva.
“How fast does it-“
“It depends on how much blood is ingested, how long the bite was, how strong the immune system. Ah, there.”
Blood, in a little vial, was tipped in and mixed with a solution of blue. In moments it turned a garish magenta and then something close to purple.
“Vampire antibodies,” the man said, and Joonmyun leaned back hard into his own chair. Vampire antibodies, in his blood. And in the machine, a series of beeps indicated it was finished, a thin receipt of paper being printed out. “Human DNA. He’s been bonded.”
“But you can’t be sure it was with me yet, right?” Joonmyun said, his voice suspiciously quiet and calm.
“This only detects that he’s bitten a human. If he eats from you and can’t keep it down, then you’ll know he had bitten a different human first.” The information was said as though by rote and it made Joonmyun’s head spin. “A vampire can’t eat from more than one human. We’ll leave the paperwork for you to fill out so that we’ll know he is bound to a human. As soon as that’s finished, we’ll notify your workplace and your neighbors. Do you know if this building accepts vampires? You may need to move. I’d check with your landlord immediately.”
Joonmyun shook his head. “But he- I wake up in an alley all bloody. He’s in my hallway. What if he attacked me? You’d just leave him here? Do I get a choice in this?”
“There have been four forced vampire bondings within a mile of here in the last month, all with this same method. Vampires are a lot of disgusting things, but forcing a bond typically isn’t what they do. If you don’t want the bond, we’ll take him in of course. You’ll be sick for a few weeks, but you’ll still need to file the blood bond registration, and the consent forms for mandatory starvation.”
“Mandatory-“ Sehun made a sound at the same time that Joonmyun sat up, queasy. “You’d take him so he would starve to death?”
“If he’s at risk of attacking your or other humans out of hunger, that’s the best option. It might be kinder.”
It was inhuman was what it was. Sehun’s eyes were closed when Joonmyun looked to him.
“No. Leave him,” Joonmyun said. If the choice was death or Sehun’s life, so flippantly dismissed, then for right then at least, he chose Sehun.
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Prompt: xiuhun kid au!!!!!!!!!!!!! with their cute little chubby cheeks and sehun and minseok as best friends
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It was a frog. Minseok was on his knees, mud squelching and he winced, looking around as though his mom was going to see him. He’d thought the grass was- It didn’t matter because Sehun nearly bowled Minseok over and Minseok yelped, using his hand as a corral to keep the frog from fleeing.
“Look!” he crowed, and Sehun’s eyes were huge.
“Ew!” Sehun said. And then, “Wow, cool!”
He had a stick in his hand, and Minseok stole it before he could poke the frog with it.
“Don’t. Look, he’s nice.”
Minseok took Sehun’s hand and they petted the frog together, gasping as it croaked and laughing as it tried to hop over Minseok’s hand again.
“Can we take it home?” Sehun asked, awed.
“What would you feed it?” Minseok said. “Would your mom even let you?”
There wasn’t much chance of it being a secret, and they both slumped a little in disappointment. They could’ve named it, and shared it between their rooms every week.
Sehun stroked the slick back again. “We come here a lot, so maybe we’ll see him again.”
The frog hopped away when Minseok let him, and they watched as he disappeared under a bush.
“You are going to be in so much trouble,” Sehun observed when Minseok stood and he saw Minseok’s sodden knees. Minseok stared down at the mud and his flopping, half-tied shoe lace.
“I tripped?” he suggested, and chased Sehun half the way back to the house when Sehun clucked at him.
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Prompt: minseok learning that sehun is ticklish.... EVERYWHERE
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It took a little bit to discover, because making Sehun twist when he tickled under his arms was funny and bore repeating, but then he also hitched a giggle and shoved Minseok’s hands away from his belly, his ribs, his thighs. When Sehun told him to stop he stopped, but before then, it was a race to see how many light skims of his fingertips along Sehun’s arms, his palms, could make him squirm, how close he could he could get Sehun to crying in laughed until they were rolling across the bed or the floor, both panting and laughing helplessly.
But it was useful when they needed to go somewhere and Sehun didn’t want to move, sprawled out on the couch like some kind of a king. It got him moving, yelping and leaping after Minseok until Minseok was the one laughing and pinned down. It also woke him up. Not in a nice way, but it got him going when kicking his leg wouldn’t work.
“What did I do to deserve this,” Sehun moaned as he tried to turtle his head back underneath of the pillow. But he did get up, which was all Minseok had needed in the first place.
Minseok always made it up to him with kisses.
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Prompt: Any chance of an unresolved sexual tension baeksoo? (Or any kyungsoo pairing actually) btw can i just say you are about 50 sorts of heavenly with how nicely you write drabbles for people and how kind and wonderful you are? You are EASILY one of the NICEST people in the kpop fandom, hope you're well!
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Sitting next to him was torture, but Baekhyun thought it might’ve been for both of them and that made it a little more okay. Across the table was almost worse somehow, the drag of eyes and words. But beside Kyungsoo, if he got right close, Baekhyun could almost smell him. When he laughed, when he reached to drag his fingertips across the back of Kyungsoo’s fingers, he could see Kyungsoo’s lips pulling back in more of a grimace than a smile. He watched that mouth until it made his chest tight, a shiver, a tingle spreading down his spine as Kyungsoo turned and whispered against his ear, his breath flushing against Baekhyun’s neck. He was one moment from squirming, fingers digging into his thighs.
“Did you want more tea?” was all Kyungsoo asked, and he could’ve asked that sitting upright and not in Baekhyun’s space.
But Baekhyun nodded and leaned in like he was answering, staring at Kyungsoo’s cheek. “Yes.”
And no one was the wiser as Kyungsoo poured him more, their elbows sliding together. The tea was cooling even in the pot by then and Baekhyun drank deeply, making a low sound of pleasure even before he knew Kyungsoo’s eyes were on him.
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Prompt: Could I ask for a sweet TaeKai where Jongin and Taemin have really intense, slow sex? smut
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It was warmth, a surrounding of it, the way Taemin breathed, the way his lips rubbed against Jongin’s skin. He was sweating into the sheet but he pulled Taemin closer, massaging at Taemin’s neck and getting a rumbling from him as his hips shifted and flexed. Taemin could be a demon, the bed shuddering under them as Jongin’s eyes crossed and Taemin could barely breathe - but he couldn’t breathe for a different reason then, the kisses, the way that Taemin looked at him and stopped just short of laughing before he kissed Jongin.
He kept Jongin hard, the stroking hand, the insistence of his hips, the glide of his teeth on Jongin’s neck. It was a battle of wills, who would break and beg, but I was a luxury, a revelry that their urgency almost never allowed. Taemin breathing his name made him shudder, a chill fleeting on his skin, how much pleasure that could linger until they had to grasp it and share it.
“You going to come for me?” Taemin asked. Jongin kissed him, kissed the smugness away from him, kissed him until he had to moan, to breathe, and then he kissed Taemin’s neck and felt him shuddering, so close with the pleasure splashing through him, to sharp at all, but rolling until they were wound together, breathing.
“About time,” jongin teased, and laughed with what breath he had when Taemin nipped at him.
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Rating: up to NC-17
Pairings: Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Jungda+Junhee, Suho/Tao, Xiumin/Sehun, Lay/Xiumin, Ryeowook/D.O., Sehun/Suho, Baekhyun/D.O., Taemin/Kai, gen
Warnings: mpreg, sexswap, sexual situations
Summary: 21 various prompts from ask.fm
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Prompt: hi~ can I ask for an ancient china fic with emperor suho, who has to take a concubines and general (EXO member of your choice) forced his younger sibling Kai to be a concubine. The king doesn't really want anything to do with Kai but over time they fall in love (smut please if possible! ;u; ) smut
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There was a naked man in his bed and he wanted nothing to do with him. Joonmyun clenched his teeth as he turned from the room, ordering his servants to clear the room so that he could sleep. He had not asked for a concubine, nor had Jongin asked to be one. But the younger children of families were often used as a way to bargain in the political realm. Joonmyun had had little choice but to accept the “gift” of Jongin, or risk losing a critical ally, his best general who sought to forge ties between Joonmyun’s house and his own.
But though Joonmyun took Jongin into his home, he did not have to take Jongin to his bed. Jongin had found his way there a couple of times, each time Joonmyun forcing him out. Jongin had a fine body - it wasn’t want that Joonmyun lacked. Sometimes he thought of what would happen if he gave in. Other times, the burning resentment that Jongin was there because Joonmyun had been unable to stop it burned him too deeply.
Jongin was nothing if not persistent, putting himself in Joonmyun’s path, baring his shoulders to catch Joonmyun’s eyes and his interest. He couldn’t pretend there was none of that, because Jongin despite his origins and his shyness was appealing. When Jongin had ducked his head under Joonmyun’s stare, he had thought it affection, but it was not. And that was, if he were honest, perhaps even some of the appeal. But that was not all Jongin was. He was also determination and bared thighs, and everything that was a danger to Joonmyun.
It became more difficult to turn away. More difficult still, because he knew it was his right, and beyond all of that Jongin was offering.
“You were put to this by your family-“ Joonmyun began, trying to push away as Jongin stepped up against him.
“Proof,” Jongin said, and put Joonmyun’s hand on his hard cock.
“Proof you’re a man,” Joonmyun said. But still, Jongin was there, and perhaps taking care of him then would keep him from returning, his objective complete. So he parted his own robe, Jongin inhaling in anticipation. But instead of bending Jongin over, he pressed against Jongin’s back and slid his cock between Jongin’s thighs and began to thrust. They tightened around him almost immediately and pleasure shot through him as he gripped Jongin’s cock and stroked it. Jongin moaned, fucking into Joonmyun’s hand and clutching him with his thighs . And Joonmyun came between Jongin’s legs only moments before Jongin came all over the floor.
Jongin looked to him with something like gratitude when Joonmyun pulled away, and Joonmyun pointed to the door.
“Leave me for tonight.”
It had felt good. But there were so many things that felt good that Joonmyun knew he should not have.
He did not promise himself it would be the last time, and it was not. Jongin’s mouth was lush and eager around him, he discovered several nights later. He hurt on Jongin’s face when Joonmyun sent him away again after, Joonmyun ignored that. He got a little pleasure from knowing he denied Jongin what he wanted in staying near Joonmyun, and wondered what he was becoming in order to protect himself.
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Skin to skin on the settee, Jongin’s moans were loud as he grasped at Joonmyun’s hips. He’d finally broken joonmyun’s will, kneeling first with such obvious preparation, begging Joonmyun with his eyes and his body. It had been Joonmyun who had turned him pressed him back in the settee so he could see every bit of Jongin’s face, suss out any bit of treachery. What he saw was pleasure, exhilaration, pleas in the parting of Jongin’s lips and grip of his hands.
He wondered if Jongin would send a message to his brother celebrating that he had broken Joonmyun’s will, that they had finally gotten what they had wanted. It made him fuck harder, Jongin gasping beneath him.
“Please, please,” Jongin begged, growing tighter and tighter around him. Like he was begging to come. But he waited for no permission, his throat bared as he bucked and moaned beneath Joonmyun. And Joonmyun cursed his body that he followed so quickly after.
Jongin dared to touch him then, stroking over Joonmyun’s shoulders, his neck. He could imagine pressing his face there, against Jongin’s throat and letting himself bask in the warmth, a different kind of pleasure than what he basked in. Instead he pulled back, garnering another gasp from Jongin, and saw the mess they had made of Jongin’s body. Jongin’s mouth was wet, and he rested there as though waiting for Joonmyun’s order.
“Leave me,” Joonmyun said, and shrugged into his robe.
“Please-“
“Leave me,” Joonmyun repeated, and stared at the wall as he heard rustling and finally, the door opening and closing. He should not have been so concerned with treachery, when it was Jongin’s obvious desire that had scalded him. That was the end. He could not allow himself any further weaknesses. That was the end.
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So he went to Jongin, to find Jongin half dressed, his eyes lightly lined in obvious preparation to present himself to Joonmyun. It was a modest room, but opulent as the concubines of the emperor would demand.
“Do you like this room?” Joonmyun asked, pushing at a post of the bed to test its strength.
“I do,” Jongin said, standing to face him, his hips swathed in red and gold.
“Then listen to my words. Stay in these walls. Go to your gardens. But do not come to me without my permission, or I will chain you here. Here, or the dungeons, that is your choice.”
“No,” Jongin said, stepping forward.
“This is not up for debate.”
“I receive letters from my brother,” Jongin said, as though that was a surprise to Joonmyun. “Every time I tell him I have failed in earning your desire, he threatens to find another concubine to join me who will find your favor instead. Please do not keep me from you.”
“Why would you care? If I had a dozen others, at least you would be spared from my bed.”
“That’s… That’s not what I want,” Jongin said, not looking at Joonmyun. “It’s true, I had no choice in coming to you, but had I had been able to choose, it would’ve been here.”
Perhaps Jongin truly desired him, or perhaps those were only pretty words as Jongin knelt in front of him.
“You can tell your brother you did your best,” Joonmyun said, shrugging.
“I will not be a pawn for you to use to hurt my family,” Jongin said. And before Joonmyun could open his mouth, “And I will not be used by my family to hurt you.”
“But they will try to use you to sway my decisions, to curry my favor. To use whatever affection you can wring from me, what desire you can muster.”
“My loyalty is to you, not my brother.”
He stroked Jongin’s cheek, watched his eyes close as he moved into the touch.
“I wish I could believe you, that years of blood could be overcome by a month in my palace. Do not come to me again,” Joonmyun said, and turned for the door. It was weakness that had him looking back, curiosity. Jongin had not leaped up to follow him, to beg. Instead he stayed knelt, eyes closed. The beginnings of tears had begun their escape onto his cheeks.
Joonmyun closed the door behind him.
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Joonmyun waited a week, two. He waited for his staff to tell him of Jongin’s tantrums, of his depression, of anything that would indicate he was trying to use underhanded means to make Joonmyun pay attention to him. But none came. Jongin rose as normal, spent more time in the gardens, but he still ate and slept. He waited for Jongin’s letters home to include his failure, but they were like any other, uninformative, saying only that Joonmyun treated him well. And he did. There were no beatings. He was not forbidden to leave his room, only to stay from Joonmyun’s.
He peered into the gardens several times, once to find Jongin walking and other times reading. He wondered what Jongin waited for, what he hoped for. And he realized down that path laid danger, but it also held possibility. In giving himself time to think, Jongin’s words made sense. In Jongin, he could gain himself an ally, a shield.
Jongin stood immediately at the sound of footsteps, bent over in a bow when he realized that Joonmyun had entered the garden. When he grasped Jongin’s neck, pulled him close, Jongin followed, eyes wide. It was a face Joonmyun admired, a mouth he wanted.
And Joonmyun expected to find that mouth eager and giving against his, and instead found it cool and still. Jongin nearly gasped as he pulled away.
“Why do you not kiss me in return? I thought you said you desired me.”
Jongin shook his head, clutching at his own elbows. “I’m sorry. I’d never- I didn’t know you wanted- I’m- Oh.“
The last was almost a moan as Joonmyun kissed him again, lips parting as he grasped at Joonmyun’s robes. He kissed as though Joonmyun’s mouth would save him, unsure but so utterly eager, tiny sounds against the touch of Joonmyun’s tongue and the stroking of his hand on Jongin’s neck. It was no act, that kiss. He wondered what else had not been.
“If I asked you to kneel now?” Joonmyun asked, studying Jongin’s face.
Jongin looked around them, so out in the open. But that was the only hesitation, a moment later beginning to kneel, ready to do anything Joonmyun asked. Instead Joonmyun tugged him up again, grasping his arm pulling him along. He had a plan in his head, and he would follow it. He opened the door to Jongin’s rooms and pushed Jongin through the door.
“Stay here,” Joonmyun said, and when Jongin’s mouth opened as though to protest, he repeated himself. He had things to attend to, and there was no time to waste.
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When Jongin entered Joonmyun’s rooms almost two hours later, Joonmyun was ready for him. Jongin had been bathed, prepared, on Jongin’s orders. He’d known that he was preparing himself for Joonmyun that night, and not just in case Joonmyun would call for him. He knelt immediately at Joonmyun’s feet, his hair gleaming and skin concealed by green silk.
He knelt too, and he could see the shock in Jongin’s eyes as Joonmyun faced him.
“You told me once you’d have chosen this life even if your brother had not forced you to it. Why?”
It took Jongin only a moment to respond, lifting his head and saying, “You. I was no one in the crowd, but I saw the way you smiled at others. And your face was pleasing.”
Joonmyun laughed, startling the both of them. “Just my face?”
Jongin’s head dipped prettily in obvious embarrassment, and pressed his palm to that bared neck.
“I desired you, you surely knew that,” Joonmyun said. “I would call for you every night if I knew I had your loyalty. Though if I had reason to doubt, I would never touch you again.”
He could not buy loyalty, and it was not much as a bribe. But Jongin gripped Joonmyun’s arm.
“I will not fail you.”
“But you want.”
Jongin’s eyes were bright as they stood together, and Joonmyun felt the truth in that as Jongin pressed against him. He got Jongin’s sighs as they kissed, and Jongin’s moans as he pressed Jongin into the pillows. Jongin responded like he’d been waiting only for Joonmyun, wanting only Joonmyun. He did not look away aside to close his eyes in pleasure, and Joonmyun was not watching for treachery, only wanting to see more of those euphoric smiles. Jongin kissed him, stroked him, clung to him until Joonmyun was moaning into his neck just from listening to Jongin’s cries. He’d chosen well, even when he’d not chosen at all.
The blanket was too cool when Joonmyun rested against it, feeling Jongin breathing heavily beside him. He would not be cold long, though, he knew that. At least, he thought so until Jongin began to sit up
Joonmyun caught Jongin’s wrist before he could move far.
“Tonight, you may stay.”
Jongin’s jaw gaped for a moment, until he realized that Joonmyun meant it.
It was opening himself to danger, he knew it. But Jongin pressed against his side so willingly, so warm. But he pressed his cheek to Jongin’s forehead and for a little while let himself believe.
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Prompt: ;~; whenever you're free, may i request a sequel to that sukai?
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Joonmyun did his best to hide any feelings he had for Jongin from anyone who could see. The fact that he called Jongin to his bed so regularly, let him stay in his room once or twice a week, that was obvious. But where they could be seen, there were no touches, no fond looks, no invitations. The letters Jongin sent home, he wrote them and showed them Joonmyun - not by order, but out of some kind of strategy. What to put to make things sound hopeful, without giving away too much of what was true. If rumors escaped of their nights together, Joonmyun would know which of the staff he’d have watched.
But even then he could not confine himself too much.
Jongin sat up immediately when he heard Joonmyun in the garden, but Joonmyun kept him from rising or bowing with an outstretched hand. He was in some kind of dappled shadow, his hair sleek in the light as he rested in a more casual silk than what he wore to Joonmyun’s chambers. That didn’t keep Joonmyun from wanting. Some days they’d sat together, Jongin reading to him as he relaxed, others he’d pulled Jongin from the garden to please him in the privacy of Jongin’s chambers - or his own.
Jongin stayed silent as Joonmyun joined him on the blanket, waiting for what Joonmyun wanted. That day, unlike many others, he pulled Jongin in or a kiss, pulled him until he straddled Joonmyun’s hips. He didn’t need Jongin’s mouth to get him hard, and he knew Jongin could feel it as Joonmyun leaned back against the low wall.
He pulled the shining box from his pocket, thickened oil, and Jongin knew the sight of it.
“Here?” Jongin clarified.
He could’ve pressed Jongin onto his back and took him to the sound of bird song, but he wanted to be able to see - Jongin with a backdrop of trees and bushes, the palace roof above that. Jongin didn’t hesitate, the tie of the gray silk undone to bare Jongin’s body to him. It stayed on, that silk, a barrier as he freed Joonmyun’s cock and slicked it.
Jongin’s eyes were all for Joonmyun as his thighs tensed and he took Joonmyun in.
Joonmyun moaned softly from the tight grip of Jongin’s body, the feel of his thighs beneath Joonmyun’s hands.
All Joonmyun had to do was watch that lovely body rock and lift, only to watch Jongin fill himself again with a moan. He watched Jongin’s cock fill, fucking Joonmyun’s cock for Joonmyun’s pleasure and his own. Joonmyun reached, stroking it with two fingertips as Jongin’s rhythm broke, and Jongin moaned as he ground down with Joonmyun’s cock in him.
“It’s like you were waiting for me to come to you,” Joonmyun marveled.
“Please,” Jongin gasped, his cock hardening further under Joonmyun’s stroking grip.
“Please? You want to come while I’m giving you my cock?”
Jongin moaned, the undulation of his hips driving his cock into Joonmyun’s hand, even as he dragged Joonmyun closer to the end he was seeking. Sweat was beading on that flawless skin, the silk sliding down Jongin’s shoulders until it caught at his elbows. So slick, so tight, so gorgeous. It took only half a dozen quick strokes before Jongin cried out, coming on Joonmyun’s stomach and fucking himself erratically on Joonmyun’s cock. But it was enough, his hips lifting as he came in Jongin, moaning himself as Jongin squeezed around him.
Jongin hissed as he pulled away, and when he had Joonmyun wiped clean and covered, Jongin almost sagged as Joonmyun allowed him to curl at his side.
“My brother wants to visit,” Jongin murmured.
Joonmyun nodded. He knew. And he thought perhaps they both knew that that was why Joonmyun was there.
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Prompt: OMG I MISS YOUR SUKAI! coley, if you have time, could you write a sequel to your royalty au sukai?? :D smut
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Joonmyun wasn’t sure which of them was more prepared, but he thought it was Jongin. The last time they’d been alone, Jongin had been running through the plan like he was a general about to command his troops, pacing until Joonmyun pulled him down to sprawl with him among the pillows.
“You can’t show me too much attention,” Jongin said.
“I know,” Joonmyun chuckled.
“Maybe I should flinch when you look at me?”
Joonmyun reached out and turned Jongin’s face, and there was no flinching as Jongin obeyed and looked to him.
“I don’t particularly want people thinking that I am beating you,” Joonmyun said. “It’s one thing that they do not know that I’ve accepted you close, and another for them to think I’m treating you poorly. What if your brother took it wrong and wanted to fight to get you away?”
“You wouldn’t let him?”
“How could I since he was the one who gave you to me. Unless you were the one being vocal, I could not give in so easily.”
But still, Joonmyun stroked a hand down Jongin’s neck at the true worry that cast shadow on his face, as though Joonmyun were going to throw him aside.
“We’ve worked too hard to understand each other,” Joonmyun teased.
Though it was all too easy to imagine Jongin begging to go, even after Jongin had worked so hard to be able to be close. He’d gotten himself into Joonmyun’s good graces, earned himself a spot in Joonmyun’s bed. If Jongin had been deceitful, Joonmyun could not even imagine what his actions would have been. He’d been so cautious of it.
But when Jongin pressed his face into Joonmyun’s throat and shuddered in his relief at being close, his relief at letting go some of the worry of the meeting with his brother, Joonmyun squeezed him tightly. Their mistrust of each other had to be at an end. Though Jongin had the luxury of truly trusting, where for Joonmyun he would always need be wary.
Jongin was dressed in his very finest, trailing a step behind Joonmyun in deference to him. And Jongin bowed, too, to his brother, after his brother had bowed for Joonmyun.
“My brother, it is good to see you,” Jongin said, keeping his head low until Joonmyun’s hand brushed his shoulder. His first allegiance was to Joonmyun.
“I had not seen you since your arrival and I did not glean much from your letters. You are well?”
“My king is very gracious to me,” Jongin murmured.
It made Joonmyun’s lips want to twitch.
“He has been very obedient. It’s obvious he’s been raised well,” Joonmyun said. “He’s been a welcome addition to my…household.”
Joonmyun chose his words carefully, letting it carry the euphemism for his bed because all three of them knew that that was why Jongin was beside him.
“I’m glad,” Jongin’s brother said. “I hope it will foster good will between our families.”
Yes, didn’t he. To undermine Joonmyun, or to find power at his side.
It was a sign of trust, that he left Jongin with his brother. Jongin’s fingers squeezed at his as he passed.
And Jongin had comforted his king.
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It was bliss not to have Jongin’s brother near. He hated weighing his every action, gesture, where Jongin was concerned. Some alliances carried less weight, having to so delicately walk between showing enough care and not showing weakness. The ties between their houses were strong enough as it was, and they could not be stronger without causing danger. He had not pressed Jongin on what they had spoke of alone, he and his brother. It was what Jongin had not said after that had told Joonmyun so much, not rushing in to Joonmyun - Joonmyun had left the order to send Jongin when he was free - but kneeling at his feet and resting his head in Joonmyun’s lap with a relieved sigh. It was like all of the weight that had been on him had rolled away, and Jongin hummed as Joonmyun stroked a single finger along his hair, enjoying the softness of it.
“Would you not prefer to live again in your family’s home?” Joonmyun murmured.
Jongin did not move, though a sound of disbelief left him. “If my brother would let me step foot in it. He would find another bed for me to visit, one who didn’t mind having the king’s cast-offs. A house of little worth, that would be. They would probably make me call them “Your Majesty” just to pretend.”
It made Joonmyun laugh, tugging free the tie on Jongin’s hair.
“You won’t be in that house today.” But for Jongin’s effort, Joonmyun gave him what he had thought he would not. “If your brother proves his loyalty, he will not stay in the east many more years. What I hear from my men is true, but I do not want him to rest upon it. He has curried my favor in sending a man I desire, but what he will be earn will be based on what he accomplishes, not how sweetly you wrap your lips around me.”
“I hope that’s the way he would want it, in the end,” Jongin said. “Do you want my lips?”
Always, it seemed, and he brushed his thumb over Jongin’s bottom lip.
“Not tonight. I want you under me.”
That told Jongin everything he needed to know. Jongin stood, his eyes on Joonmyun’s as he undid the belt of his robe, almost black in the light. It fell, baring all of his skin, his thighs, his belly. Joonmyun let his eyes feast as Jongin stripped the heavy layers from Joonmyun’s body, freeing him to push Jongin toward the bed. Jongin crawled backwards onto it, gleaming against the blanket, his thighs spread and welcoming.
“Your Majesty,” Jongin murmured, and Joonmyun grinned. With his fingers slick, he sampled Jongin’s ass, nipping at one of Jongin’s raised knees as Jongin clutched around his fingers. He had been made for it, of that he was sure. Not just for sex, but for him, that lazy sweet curl of his lips that made it so apparent that he enjoyed what Joonmyun did for him. Jongin’s eyes widened at the press of Joonmyun’s hand and Joonmyun smiled, pleased at how Jongin responded to him. There was no fakery in that - he knew the body of a man, and Jongin was close to moaning, close to begging.
Joonmyun did not want to wait to give everything to him.
Jongin reached for him, hands smoothing over Joonmyun’s shoulders, sighing as Joonmyun’s fingers were replaced by something more substantial.
“Waiting for that, were you?” Joonmyun asked.
“Since the last time you took it from me,” Jongin confirmed, and moaned as Joonmyun set his teeth in Jongin’s shoulder and began to ride. A little pain made the pleasure all the sweeter, and he nipped into the base of Jongin’s neck, the point of his jaw, the hollow of his throat. He left pink marks in his wake, sucking lavishly in the hollow of Jongin’s neck and knowing Jongin would wear his mark as he went through his day. He’d been so careful before that day not to leave any, not to leave proof and certainly not to Jongin’s brother’s eyes. But he had no reason to stop himself, no reason to keep himself from feeling Jongin writhe under him because of it. He took, and he drowned in Jongin’s moans, the glory on his face, his hair spread on the blanket, his legs locked around Joonmyun, and hard against his belly.
“Your Majesty,” Jongin begged, and Joonmyun nearly lost all of his control. Yes, his concubine was begging, and it was his king that did the taking, but ht was more than that.
“You know my name,” Joonmyun growled. “Don’t you?”
Jongin gasped. “Yes.”
“Then say it. Say it as you give me your pleasure. Say it, Jongin.”
“Joonmyun. Oh! Joonmyun!”
He watched Jongin come with such glorious satisfaction, but it didn’t take away his need - it fueled it, burying himself deep as he stared at Jongin’s flushed and sweaty face. Again, and he lost himself, dropping his head and moaning as he came.
It felt like he’d been freed somehow, leased, comfortable. Jongin rose and wiped him clean, wiping himself clean too before standing at the edge of the bed and waiting for Joonmyun’s decision.
“Stay tonight,” Joonmyun said, and he actually heard the sigh of relief, closing his eyes as the lights were dimmed and Jongin climbed in beside him. It was a tentative head that rested on Joonmyun’s shoulder, but Joonmyun pulled him closer, rubbing his cheek against Jongin’s hair. For a moment, at least, he was satisfied.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun takes Junmyeon out on a date. Idk I'm just in a kyumyeon mood. Maybe they go cycling down the Han river together or smt?
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“Where’s your bike?”
Joonmyun pulled his phone away form his ear and was tempted to stare at it for a moment. He thought Kyuhyun had been calling him and then without a hello, a question.
“It’s here in the apartment?” Joonmyun said, unsure of what Kyuhyun was getting at.
“Are you asking me?”
Joonmyun burst out laughing. “No! I mean, it’s here in the apartment. Why?”
“Because I’m downstairs and I brought my bike. Let’s get some air.”
Oh. Oh.
“I’ll be down in five minutes,” Joonmyun promised.
And he hung up before Kyuhyun could poke at him about hurrying. It took at least that long to find his shorts and put a shirt on that wasn’t stained, and then tie his shoes. But he was in the elevator and tapping his feet impatiently. But Kyuhyun was just where Joonmyun had expected him, standing with his bike at the entrance to the river path.
“Hey,” Joonmyun said, and hoped his face made up for his sort of breathless greeting. And it wasn’t just that he’d been hurrying, but that Kyuhyun had grinned just before he’d said it. The bikes and the openness meant he couldn’t just throw his arms around Kyuhyun.
“Five minutes?”
“I was out the door in five minutes,” Joonmyun argued.
“Let’s go then, before the sun goes down.”
It was noon. Joonmyun shook his head, but he did get on his bike, pausing and starting to peddle as Kyuhyun got himself going, too.
“You want ice cream?”
Joonmyun glanced over. “We barely started riding!”
But that didn’t keep him from being pleased at the idea.
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Prompt: Jungda and Junhee go bra shopping together. The two sisters discuss what their boyfriends/girlfriends like to see them in most.
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The struggle was different brands being different sizes, different cup shapes. It would seem that the band size would be the same, but no, Junhee had a rainbow of different sizes at home and finding one that fit, was cute, supported, and didn’t feel like a torture device was something akin to being struck by lightning.
And Jungda had all the luck size-wise, which she didn’t think was fair because Jungda was a year younger than she was. It was her right as firstborn to have gotten the breasts in the family, but no, an A cup was all she got.
“Chanyeol likes lace,” Jungda mused, fondling two totally different bras. One was satin with lace edging and one was just lace entirely. “If I could get him to stop ripping it on accident.”
Junhee sputtered, laughing and having too much of a mental image of just that thing happening.
“A little lace is nice, it’s just not that comfortable. I like the push up bras, and all I get is complaints that it means I can’t be groped as easily,” Junhee grumbled.
But hey, lace made an effective whip when Jungda started snickering at her.
“All the more fun to take the armor off, right?”
Junhee just sniffed. She guessed so.
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Prompt: hey, i was wondering if you could write an exo/kai where all the members appreciate jongin's ass and thighs? your writing is fantastic by the way :)
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It was hard to know sometimes who smacked his ass as he went by. Yixing was an occasional culprit, though sometimes he looked so innocent it was hard to accuse him. Chanyeol cackling wasn’t a sign of guilt either, though he was easier to catch with a long arm withdrawing.
Joonmyun mostly stared at Jongin’s thighs, which was at first a little weird until Jongin heard him muttering something about if those were his thighs, he’d be taller. Tao didn’t have that excuse.
It was worse when they just kind of sat around talking about him blatantly, like when he was trying to demonstrate a move, and there was Jongdae leaning against Baekhyun and commenting on the way those particular pants made his butt look perky. And when Jongin glared, Jongdae just laughed as Sehun gave both of them a thumbs up like he approved. Minseok was avoiding his eyes, and Baekhyun was studying the floor with more attention than it deserved.
“Why do people keep touching me and talking about me,” Jongin wondered, thinking surely Kyungsoo would be answer.
Oh, and he did, too, nodding solemnly as though that was an answer and patting Jongin’s ass as he passed.
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Prompt: Hi, a Halloween prompt: a bet about spending the night at a graveyard, Sutao style.
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“What if something comes after us?” Tao whispered, as though someone was going to hear. There was something eerie about being in that particular cemetery at night, weird shadows twisting under the dim light from the face of his cell phone. Joonmyun couldn’t use anything brighter because they wanted to finish the bet, not get detected. Joonmyun, they figured, would give in to the cold, and Tao to the fear. But Joonmyun had been determined. And when he set his mind to something, it stuck. Which was how they ended up camped under a creepy angel statue that at first Tao thought was a bird, and there was the distant sound of traffic, of wind and- Not a whole lot else.
“It feels wrong,” Tao almost whined, still under his breath as the reality of the situation was settling on Joonmyun at least - it was cold, and they were there for hours. “What if something attacks us?”
“If we die, then we’re at the right place,” Joonmyun said, and Tao groaned, leaning out around their hiding spot as though to make sure no ghosts or werewolves were creeping around behind them.
And Tao shouted so loud it almost scared Joonmyun when Joonmyun poked his side.
“Hyung!”
“They’re going to find us if you keep doing that,” Joonmyun said. “I’m cold.”
That was a request that Tao understood at least, tucking their spread-out sleeping bag over them and using Joonmyun like a living comfort toy. Every squeak of a branch or rustle of grass had Tao jerking.
And Tao whimpered at the realization of, “We’re sitting on dead people.”
Joonmyun didn’t bother to tell him that they probably always were anyway. He didn’t know how they were going to sleep like that, but he wrapped his arms around Tao a little tighter.
But Joonmyun woke just after dawn with Tao totally under the covers with Tao’s head on his chest. The side Tao was on was warm, and the other side was cold. He felt like someone had frozen him and was trying to break him in half after it when he tried to move. Tao grumbled, and Joonmyun figured he’d give him 15 more minutes and they would go. Bet accomplished.
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Prompt: coley, could you write me some sukai maybe a college au? : ( it's been a bad day n some otp luvin wld be nice!! thank you!!!
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The professor was good, actually a really engaging speaker who encouraged class participation without striking fear into each of their hearts. It was his first real experience of wanting to go back to his dorm, do his readings for the pleasure of being able to engage with the other students and the professor. And that was really the main reason, though there was another tucked into a desk on the far side of class. The teaching assistant, getting up to set up presentation slides or give out assignments. He wore some kind of houndstooth scarf that day, dark rimmed glasses under his glossy fringe.
“Don’t like being cold, huh?” Jongin asked, and Joonmyun’s smile flashed as he put the test study sheet on Jongin’s desk.
“Never have, never will,” Joonmyun said and moved on.
Joonmyun had office hours in the afternoon and not the morning, so some of the class was more inclined to go see him for questions, for advice, to talk over their paper topics or get advice for primary sources.
“Most of us are going to owe you coffee when this class is over,” Jongin mused, looking with trepidation over the two pages of notes that Joonmyun had marked up for him.
Joonmyun’s mouth opened and then closed. “I like coffee,” Joonmyun said finally.
And he was actually blushing, and it was fascinating, at least until Joonmyun shoved him out so he could talk to the next person waiting. He liked coffee. He liked coffee, but not necessarily with the class. There was no reason for him to have gotten embarrassed, except-
Jongin got his grades the day before break, having aced the class with Joonmyun’s guidance. And he felt ridiculous as he hovered outside of the building at the end of Joonmyun’s office hours, the cups hot even through the protectors on his hands and causing steam to waft in the cold air. But Joonmyun appeared just minutes later, with his hood up, scarf wrapped, gloves on. And he startled, stopped, when he saw Jongin step out from beside the path.
“I didn’t know what you liked. Mocha, or vanilla latte?”
“Latte,” Joonmyun said, and cupped it with both hands when Jongin offered it. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Jongin said. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
“Not if you don’t,” Joonmyun said, and Jongin could tell he was smiling behind his scarf.
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Prompt: Still taking prompts? .__.; How about an alternate exo wolves au (alternate bc it seems you have a few going)-just sth short, where hunters/a rival pack comes around and manages to single out the alpha, only they did their homework wrong bc they got the wrong wolf. (KS as the REAL, unassuming alpha)
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The room almost echoed with Chanyeol’s growls, one hand in front of him, the other shoving Kai and Baekhyun behind him. They’d tried to surge around him, climbing through a window instead of surging as they wanted, to attack instead of being protected. But Chanyeol was backed beyond the window, beyond escape.
“This isn’t your place,” Chanyeol almost shouted, squeezing back even further as the wolves that threatened advanced even further.
“You got the betas away, but you haven’t protected your place. You have to stop your pack from scouting, or we’ll make sure you don’t have a pack to go home to.”
Chanyeol’s growl intensified, almost turning into a while as the two wolves advanced and the sound of a snapping finger stopped everyone.
“Do you think that slaughtering my pack will get you what you want?”
The wolves whirled, ready for a fight, and Kyungsoo leaned into the door frame.
“You dare come here to threaten my pack for scouting, when you have come into my territory without my permission?”
“You are the alpha!”
“Did you think I wasn’t? Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol skirted them, standing to Kyungsoo’s side, and it was on longer that Chanyeol was trapped, but the other wolves were in danger of it. If they had been expecting power, he had it. If they expected cunning, he had it. But he had his pack, first and foremost.
“If you come here again…”
Threat and promise both. The betas fled first, out through the window, as the rest of Kyungsoo’s pack circled around. Chanyeol exhaled.
“Will they be back?”
If the wolves returned, they’d be prepared.
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Prompt: hi coley i loved guardian and am suffering massive withdrawal symptoms : ( could you write me some dom!suho and/or the use of kai's leather belt maybe set when suho has come to be secure in his freedom/the traces of fear are gone? THKU FOREVER : * smut
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When Suho pulled his lips from Kai’s, Kai was gasping, and Suho grinned as Kai groaned, his arms working as he pulled his wrists against the confines of his own belt. He’d watched, he’d let Suho put it on him, but it was different knowing that, after Suho kissed him, rocking his body over Kai’s, and felt him get hard as Suho sucked at his bottom lip, scraped his teeth against Kai’s collarbone.
“What do you want to do?” Kai asked, his breath hitching as Suho’s cooler fingers wrapped around him.
“I want you to stay just like that and let me help you,” Suho said.
Help him to get off. Help him to get Suho off. Kai, stretched out on the pale carpet, his wrists bound and mouth swollen. When Suho got him slick, when Suho straddled him, Kai thrust his head back and moaned - the moan petering off into a harsh exhale as Suho sank onto him. He could feel Kai straining beneath him, could see his throat work, his arms straining as he sweated and tried to lift his whole body to get deeper, to get Suho to go faster.
“Please!”
Since he’d asked so nicely. But that still didn’t make him speed up much, reveling in the feel of Kai in him, in the sheen of his skin and his moans. If he could’ve kept Kai on edge like that for longer, he would’ve, but it was his thighs that dictated how long he took before the strain overshadowed the pleasure. He’d done so with his mouth not a week before, until Kai could barely speak, writhing and throbbing. Kai cursed his patience then - but he loved it, too, knew he did because he said so, because as soon as he had been able to, he’d turned Suho face down and fucked him until they were both spent and wrapped together.
Suho moaned, remembering, stroking himself and watching Kai’s face, the hunger in his eyes, his parted mouth, the rubbing of his head against the floor . Fast, faster, and Kai’s whole body tensed, braced to come, braced for disappointment, and almost shouting as Suho didn’t stop, tearing him over the edge as he pushed up against Suho and garbled his name. And that was how Suho came, watching Kai lost to his own body, slicking Kai’s belly with his own come.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” Kai gasped.
Suho smiled, dropping his head against Kai’s shoulder. He was just using everything Kai had taught him, everything they had learned together.
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Prompt: coley~ can i have incubus!suho seducing vampire!kai? smut
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There was no sneaking up on him in the middle of the night, if the night was when Jongin was awake. They’d tangled, once, after Jongin had turned, the scent of his blood foreign. He didn’t drink from humans, not like that, but Jongin had been too much to pass up. And with a human, there were limitations of the body, even with his own ability to sustain them.
“I’m busy,” Jongin complained, as Joonmyun ran his fingers down Jongin’s neck. His fingers that were still not yet fully formed. But then, he did let himself become solid, let his breath exhale against the top of Jongin’s head.
“Busy living forever?” Joonmyun asked, and Jongin tipped back his head and scowled up at him. “Have you already eaten?”
“I have. Some nice O positive tonight.”
“Good. I’m hungry. And the o’s will definitely be positive.”
Jongin scoffed at him and it took little more than a shift of his mind to appear in front of Jongin instead, his hands stroking down the soft front of Jongin’s shirt.
“You don’t get enough from me,” Jongin said.
“Not as much,” Joonmyun said. But enough. It was enough that Jongin’s body responded to his touch, that he was hard before Joonmyun cupped him through his pants. “What do you want?”
“Are I supposed to be asking you that?” Jongin asked.
“I get out of it everything I need no matter what,” Joonmyun said, grinning as Jongin lifted his hips to grind against Joonmyun’s hand. “So what do you want?”
There wasn’t anything they hadn’t tried already. The way Jongin looked him up and down seemed to order him down, sliding between Jongin’s widening thighs. What Jongin didn’t say was heard loud and clear in the way he sighed as Joonmyun pulled down his zipper and let him free. Just pressing his skin against Jongin’s allowed him to feel what Jongin felt, to feel the thrill at the slide of Joonmyun’s tongue. He took his time, because they had nothing but time, hours and hours of the dark with Jongin’s hands twisting through his hair, his moans rumbling, wetting Joonmyun’s tongue with his come, and shuddering when Joonmyun’s head began to bob against. Every tendril of pleasure wound through Joonmyun, down to to the very last spark as though what he was doing to Jongin was being done to him. It was a luxury, that his lips never went numb or sore, that he could swallow Jongin deep and make each time just a little different, his eyes lidded as he sucked and stared up into Jongin’s eyes, seeing it that time, the pleasure. Not just an hour in someone’s bed, but a night until the last of Jongin’s low moans had him swallowing, and then rising to his feet. He’d lost count, how long he’d been on his knees, how many times Jongin had come.
“You’re my favorite vampire,” Joonmyun said, wiping a bit of drool from the edge of Jongin’s mouth. He pressed a kiss there and Jongin sighed.
“I’m the only one stupid enough to let you pop in and do this to me whenever you want.”
Joonmyun grinned, his gait loose and satisfied as he walked toward the door.
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Prompt: continuation of that sukai with kai feeding from suho? \:D/
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Joonmyun wasn’t the only one with a hunger. Perhaps for him, Jongin was more like a snack, but when Joonmyun dared to show his face - and Jongin complained more than was strictly necessary, though he’d never once turned Joonmyun away - and Jongin had not fed, they had the chance to share more than just pleasure. Joonmyun wasn’t a creature of of the earth, not as such, but he could make himself such. When he pulled Jongin over him, he was as close to human as he usually ever became, there in form but still invulnerable, unable to be killed, to tire.
But also unable to bleed, and that was what Jongin needed to survive. And yet, it was in his power to, though how many y ears he held it back, kept it from Jongin as Jongin knew they were never meant to truly feed together. But that wasn’t truth, Jongin drunk on Joonmyun’s moans as he lifted his hips into Jongin’s. His face was flushed when he bared his teeth and gripped Jongin’s shoulders.
“Bite,” Joonmyun said roughly.
He had before, the habit of it, and it had been weird and unnatural.
“I can’t-“
Joonmyun pulled Jongin’s face down to his neck, his skin warmer than Jongin had ever felt. He shuddered, Joonmyun’s nails digging into his skin as he arched his neck and offered. Bite, Joonmyun said. So he did, he bit and waited for that slide of his teeth into flesh, the nothingness of it. And he gasped, almost choking himself at the first copper tang of blood. Joonmyun was moaning, not just holding but almost clawing at him, coming between them.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Joonmyun urged, and Jongin fed and fucked and moaned into Joonmyun’s neck as he came and felt Joonmyun shuddering beneath him. Joonmyun didn’t beg him further, not like he usually did, just going still as Jongin took back his teeth and smiling a bit as Jongin goggled at him.
“I’ve never been able to feed from you before.”
“It leaves me feeling too vulnerable,” Joonmyun told him. “I don’t have as much stamina when I’m almost fully human like that, so I can’t take as much. But I didn’t anticipate how much it would turn you on to feed.”
Jongin sputtered as Joonmyun trailed his fingers down his chest. “How much it turned me on!”
Joonmyun was in no way embarrassed by his enjoyment of it. “Did it satisfy? The blood?”
It had. It still had some tang of magic that wasn’t unpleasant, but he wasn’t hungry either. Joonmyun had bared to him a vulnerability, and Joonmyun kept him close, kissing him, as his body cooled.
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Prompt: minseok with a heavily pregnant (and pouty) sehun who won't stop asking for mashed potatoes
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Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been different kinds of potatoes. Fries, maybe. Hash browns. Diced, wedged, quartered. Fried, sautéed, baked. But no, always mashed. There were four restaurants in their immediate proximity that made some version of a mashed potato. Sehun crossed one of those off the list, heaving himself and his belly off the couch with indignation because the mash had /lumps/ in it of all things. One had herbs, which contributed to Sehun’s battle with acid reflux. Another used sub-par butter, apparently, though Minseok couldn’t taste any real difference between the remaining two options.
Sehun knew better thought. Heightened whatever from hormones or something.
Begging at a restaurant door for a tub of mashed potatoes got old after a while, though, and Minseok was on The Quest to make them at home. He read recipes. He bought equipment. He bought ingredients.
“Make sure to put the potatoes in when the water is cold,” Sehun called, researching from his phone and being very helpful about it. He mashed potatoes one by one, making sure they were silky smooth, using different butters in each, different kinds of potatoes, different types of milk or cream, until Sehun tilted his head and declared, “I could eat this one again.”
Sehun was hugged and the kitchen cleaned of its potato explosion, and thus ended Minseok’s adventure somewhere between Goldilocks and Rapunzel. He only hoped the baby had a less picky palate.
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Prompt: c-could i ask for cafe owner minseok pretending to be exasperated by boyfriend yixing only ever ordering tea when he visits? :>
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There were so many gorgeous options of coffee that he could offer to his customers. Different origins and different roasts, each with different notes of flavors within them. There was steamed milk, hot water, or a dollop of cream, sweet syrups, ice, and sprinkles of chopped chocolate. He knew more ways of concocting a cup of coffee that he could count, more combinations and flavors, silky smooth or bitter, warm or cold.
And there was Yixing, Yixing who brightened up the whole cafe the way he ducked in and looked for Minseok, smiling at him as he lingered back, let any customers waiting make their orders and bellying up to the counter so he could reach across and do a very-restrained hand touch.
“What can I get for you today, sir?” Minseok teased.
His gleaming machine, his pride and joy, his chunk of profit that he treated like a baby, was waiting for Yixing to decide what suited his fancy.
Yixing seemed taken off guard for a moment, stopping, thinking what he might want.
“Chamomile,” he decided, after his eyes roamed across the board.
Minseok blinked. It was two in the afternoon. “Are you planning on sleeping soon?”
And Yixing laughed, delighted. “No? It sounds good though.”
Minseok wanted to point out his specials, the salted caramel, the mocha. But he made Yixing the best cup of chamomile tea he could, watching him all pretty in the winter sunlight as he took a table and curled up with the tea to read - every so often looking over and meeting Minseok’s eyes and smiling, waving.
He got English Breakfast the next time, and then some kind of vanilla black tea, a green tea steeped to perfection. Minseok bought a special rooibos blend, and a fruity white tea, and Yixing had them all, drinking his way through every kind of tea that Minseok had. He made teas on i.e., even if it was frozen outside, blended them until they were sweet with milk and syrup, a true latte but with tea and not his precious coffee.
At least he got to use the machine, there was that, but steaming milk was different than making liquid gold.
“Do you just not like caffeine?” Minseok wondered. “I have decaf?”
Even if it made him shudder to think of it.
Yixing frowned, though. “I drink black tea? And green tea?”
“Do you not like coffee?”
“I like tea more. Isn’t it nice to make tea every so often and not just coffee all the time? And tea is just…” Yixing pondered for a few moments. “It reminds me of you.”
“Watery?” Minseok asked, wry.
“Warm. Really warm, in a lot of ways. Spicy or sweet or… I like it.”
“Coffee has variety, too,” Minseok said, because he was still a bit offended on his coffee’s behalf. “I’d put love into that for you, too.”
Tea reminded him of Yixing, too, not just because he ordered it all the time. The half hour he was able to take some days to sit with Yixing and read over his shoulder, Yixing’s hand warm from the cup over his. Yixing stayed after some days, testing Minseok’s harebrained coffee concoctions, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a grimace. Yeah, that one wasn’t so great. So Yixing did drink coffee those times, complimented Minseok in his trials.
But when Yixing came to the cafe, he came to see Minseok, and for tea.
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Prompt: ryeowook/do? based on ryeowook's tweet congratulating him on his award... he gives him a *proper* congratulations (as in do gets laid) lol smut
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It wasn’t really a reward. It was more of a celebration. Delighted hugs melded to equally as delighted kisses, Kyungsoo struggling out of his coat as Ryeowook gripped his sweater and pulled him in.
“Wish you were still in your suit.”
The thought almost stopped him, imagining Ryeowook opening his suit pants and- He hissed.
“Another time,” he promised. And he made a mental note to make sure that Ryeowook was in a suit as well. He’d never gotten blown by a man in a suit and that was very much something he wanted to try.
He didn’t know where his sweater ended up, or Ryeowook’s pants. Ryeowook’s shirt was still half on, and he discarded it, kissing Kyungsoo as he settled in Kyungsoo’s lap. Apparently- Apparently he’d had a plan, everything slick and maddening all too quick, moaning into kisses and struggling to be still as Ryeowook took him deep, further.
He’d been pleased, surprised, proud of himself when he’d stood on stage but he didn’t remember any of that as Ryeowook rode him. Ryeowook liked to break him down, and he didn’t know how easy that had been until realizing that Ryeowook knew just how to do it - until he was sweating, shuddering, clutching at Ryeowook’s hips and kept just too far away from what he was wanting. His name, mouthed against his neck had him groaning, bracing himself as his legs began to shake - and Ryeowook gasped.
And Kyungsoo came, his belly wet before he could nearly draw another breath, inhaling the whole of the room as Ryeowook slowed.
“Good to see you,” Ryeowook said, humming, and Kyungsoo closed his eyes, leaning his head against Ryeowook’s.
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Prompt: write an exo pairing that you feel inspired to write right now! + a prompt/situation you always wanted to write~
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Joonmyun woke to pain, but what made him gasp was the cold, the water sloshing along his lower back that had him cringing, half sitting up and realizing he was in an alley, in a puddle. He hissed, cupping his hand around the shallow slash just below his elbow. It was still bleeding, blood all over his hand, his arm, his pants. There was a strip of cloth on the pavement, bloodied too, like it had been tried to be tied around his arm. It was too sodden, too dirty, and Joonmyun stood slowly, bracing himself against the brick until he knew he wouldn’t fall.
He didn’t have his wallet, he realized grimly. A mugging. All he had were his keys, and he clutched those like they would protect him as he ambled to the street.
It was his street, he realized, peering through the glare of dawn light. The alley between his building and the apartment complex beside it. He groaned in both relief and anger, that he would be attacked so close to home, and grateful that he did not have far to go to get dry, get warm and patch himself up.
Joonmyun stopped short when he rounded the corner to his hallway, startled to see a man huddling beside his door, a man who looked just as wet as Joonmyun felt. He was shaking, his mouth smeared red, and the cloth that was meant to protect him, shredded around his shoulders. A chill unrelated to Joonmyun’s wet clothes went through him.
Vampire.
“I wouldn’t have left you, but the sun,” the man said, licking his lips and grimacing. He held out a wallet. Joonmyun’s wallet.
“Why do you have that?” Joonmyun asked, snatching it out of the man’s hands. It had all his money, his cards, his ID. “Who are you?”
“Sehun. Oh Sehun. The sun came up too fast and I was too weak already.” And Sehun licked his lips again, leaning his head against the door frame and saying the words like he was afraid to say them. “They made me bite you.”
“No. You’re lying.”
The blood on Sehun’s mouth. The cut. The ache in Joonmyun’s head. Everyone had heard the stories. No. No, he’d just fallen. It was fakery, extortion.
“Please,” Sehun pleaded, resting a hand on his bloody jeans as Joonmyun fumbled to unlock the door.
“I couldn’t even invite you in. I have windows,” Joonmyun said. He wasn’t heartless.
But Sehun didn’t try to hold him, and Joonmyun showered on full blast, dried himself, bandaged his wound. He found dry pants and shirt, a towel and handed them out through his half-opened door.
“There’s a maintenance closet four doors down,” Joonmyun said, feeling Sehun take them from him.
With his hand over his smarting arm, Joonmyun did the only thing he could do, calling the only open office of Vampire Affairs, handing the phone out too and sitting on the other side of the wall as Sehun talked to the liaison. It turned his stomach when he got the phone back.
“He is one of ours, his registration number checked out. An officer will be by to collect him and take a sample of your blood for testing.”
Joonmyun already feared it would be positive.
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“Why is he shaking?” Joonmyun asked.
The sun, it seemed, getting to safety. Hunger, pain.
For Sehun, they brought a sun hood, the cloth that looked like it should not have done what it could and protect a vampire’s skin from the burning the sun caused. Though he hadn’t needed it right then because they also brought temporary window coverings, and Joonmyun’s apartment plunged from day to night in only moments as he allowed them to use his kitchen table as a base as they got Sehun into a chair, had to hold him back against it as he shook because he was shaking the table where the delicate machinery sat to test Sehun’s saliva.
“How fast does it-“
“It depends on how much blood is ingested, how long the bite was, how strong the immune system. Ah, there.”
Blood, in a little vial, was tipped in and mixed with a solution of blue. In moments it turned a garish magenta and then something close to purple.
“Vampire antibodies,” the man said, and Joonmyun leaned back hard into his own chair. Vampire antibodies, in his blood. And in the machine, a series of beeps indicated it was finished, a thin receipt of paper being printed out. “Human DNA. He’s been bonded.”
“But you can’t be sure it was with me yet, right?” Joonmyun said, his voice suspiciously quiet and calm.
“This only detects that he’s bitten a human. If he eats from you and can’t keep it down, then you’ll know he had bitten a different human first.” The information was said as though by rote and it made Joonmyun’s head spin. “A vampire can’t eat from more than one human. We’ll leave the paperwork for you to fill out so that we’ll know he is bound to a human. As soon as that’s finished, we’ll notify your workplace and your neighbors. Do you know if this building accepts vampires? You may need to move. I’d check with your landlord immediately.”
Joonmyun shook his head. “But he- I wake up in an alley all bloody. He’s in my hallway. What if he attacked me? You’d just leave him here? Do I get a choice in this?”
“There have been four forced vampire bondings within a mile of here in the last month, all with this same method. Vampires are a lot of disgusting things, but forcing a bond typically isn’t what they do. If you don’t want the bond, we’ll take him in of course. You’ll be sick for a few weeks, but you’ll still need to file the blood bond registration, and the consent forms for mandatory starvation.”
“Mandatory-“ Sehun made a sound at the same time that Joonmyun sat up, queasy. “You’d take him so he would starve to death?”
“If he’s at risk of attacking your or other humans out of hunger, that’s the best option. It might be kinder.”
It was inhuman was what it was. Sehun’s eyes were closed when Joonmyun looked to him.
“No. Leave him,” Joonmyun said. If the choice was death or Sehun’s life, so flippantly dismissed, then for right then at least, he chose Sehun.
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Prompt: xiuhun kid au!!!!!!!!!!!!! with their cute little chubby cheeks and sehun and minseok as best friends
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It was a frog. Minseok was on his knees, mud squelching and he winced, looking around as though his mom was going to see him. He’d thought the grass was- It didn’t matter because Sehun nearly bowled Minseok over and Minseok yelped, using his hand as a corral to keep the frog from fleeing.
“Look!” he crowed, and Sehun’s eyes were huge.
“Ew!” Sehun said. And then, “Wow, cool!”
He had a stick in his hand, and Minseok stole it before he could poke the frog with it.
“Don’t. Look, he’s nice.”
Minseok took Sehun’s hand and they petted the frog together, gasping as it croaked and laughing as it tried to hop over Minseok’s hand again.
“Can we take it home?” Sehun asked, awed.
“What would you feed it?” Minseok said. “Would your mom even let you?”
There wasn’t much chance of it being a secret, and they both slumped a little in disappointment. They could’ve named it, and shared it between their rooms every week.
Sehun stroked the slick back again. “We come here a lot, so maybe we’ll see him again.”
The frog hopped away when Minseok let him, and they watched as he disappeared under a bush.
“You are going to be in so much trouble,” Sehun observed when Minseok stood and he saw Minseok’s sodden knees. Minseok stared down at the mud and his flopping, half-tied shoe lace.
“I tripped?” he suggested, and chased Sehun half the way back to the house when Sehun clucked at him.
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Prompt: minseok learning that sehun is ticklish.... EVERYWHERE
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It took a little bit to discover, because making Sehun twist when he tickled under his arms was funny and bore repeating, but then he also hitched a giggle and shoved Minseok’s hands away from his belly, his ribs, his thighs. When Sehun told him to stop he stopped, but before then, it was a race to see how many light skims of his fingertips along Sehun’s arms, his palms, could make him squirm, how close he could he could get Sehun to crying in laughed until they were rolling across the bed or the floor, both panting and laughing helplessly.
But it was useful when they needed to go somewhere and Sehun didn’t want to move, sprawled out on the couch like some kind of a king. It got him moving, yelping and leaping after Minseok until Minseok was the one laughing and pinned down. It also woke him up. Not in a nice way, but it got him going when kicking his leg wouldn’t work.
“What did I do to deserve this,” Sehun moaned as he tried to turtle his head back underneath of the pillow. But he did get up, which was all Minseok had needed in the first place.
Minseok always made it up to him with kisses.
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Prompt: Any chance of an unresolved sexual tension baeksoo? (Or any kyungsoo pairing actually) btw can i just say you are about 50 sorts of heavenly with how nicely you write drabbles for people and how kind and wonderful you are? You are EASILY one of the NICEST people in the kpop fandom, hope you're well!
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Sitting next to him was torture, but Baekhyun thought it might’ve been for both of them and that made it a little more okay. Across the table was almost worse somehow, the drag of eyes and words. But beside Kyungsoo, if he got right close, Baekhyun could almost smell him. When he laughed, when he reached to drag his fingertips across the back of Kyungsoo’s fingers, he could see Kyungsoo’s lips pulling back in more of a grimace than a smile. He watched that mouth until it made his chest tight, a shiver, a tingle spreading down his spine as Kyungsoo turned and whispered against his ear, his breath flushing against Baekhyun’s neck. He was one moment from squirming, fingers digging into his thighs.
“Did you want more tea?” was all Kyungsoo asked, and he could’ve asked that sitting upright and not in Baekhyun’s space.
But Baekhyun nodded and leaned in like he was answering, staring at Kyungsoo’s cheek. “Yes.”
And no one was the wiser as Kyungsoo poured him more, their elbows sliding together. The tea was cooling even in the pot by then and Baekhyun drank deeply, making a low sound of pleasure even before he knew Kyungsoo’s eyes were on him.
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Prompt: Could I ask for a sweet TaeKai where Jongin and Taemin have really intense, slow sex? smut
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It was warmth, a surrounding of it, the way Taemin breathed, the way his lips rubbed against Jongin’s skin. He was sweating into the sheet but he pulled Taemin closer, massaging at Taemin’s neck and getting a rumbling from him as his hips shifted and flexed. Taemin could be a demon, the bed shuddering under them as Jongin’s eyes crossed and Taemin could barely breathe - but he couldn’t breathe for a different reason then, the kisses, the way that Taemin looked at him and stopped just short of laughing before he kissed Jongin.
He kept Jongin hard, the stroking hand, the insistence of his hips, the glide of his teeth on Jongin’s neck. It was a battle of wills, who would break and beg, but I was a luxury, a revelry that their urgency almost never allowed. Taemin breathing his name made him shudder, a chill fleeting on his skin, how much pleasure that could linger until they had to grasp it and share it.
“You going to come for me?” Taemin asked. Jongin kissed him, kissed the smugness away from him, kissed him until he had to moan, to breathe, and then he kissed Taemin’s neck and felt him shuddering, so close with the pleasure splashing through him, to sharp at all, but rolling until they were wound together, breathing.
“About time,” jongin teased, and laughed with what breath he had when Taemin nipped at him.
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