[Fic] Invitations - 1/1
Title: Invitation
Pairing: Xiumin/Kai
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: 24 various prompts.
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Prompt: I love your xiukai's so much please do a follow up of the YOUR SO PRETTY xiukai one where minseok is not hopped up on drugs but he does say jongin is pretty u3u
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If anyone teased Minseok about his gushing in the hospital, they never told Jongin about it. He’d made Sehun and Chanyeol all but swear not to bring it up to Minseok, though he hadn’t extracted quite as strong a promise about anyone else. At that point it’d just be stories, not people who’d actually heard.
Minseok certainly never brought it up, which wasn’t weird because he’d been recovering after surgery and on good drugs. He’d been normal when everyone else had come back to visit, no strange declarations. They’d just made fun of his hobbling around a bit, that was all.
They were strategizing going out, after Minseok could move without pain.
“Jongin can go get all our drinks for us,” Sehun said, gleeful to have said it first.
Jongin through a sock at his head. “You’re the youngest!”
“Jongin’s pretty though, so he’d be able to get back faster,” Minseok said.
There was some laughter, from Joonmyun, from Baekhyun. Sehun and Chanyeol were utterly silent, and Jongin could feel himself turning red.
“I’m not,” Jongin started.
“So you really do think Jongin is pretty!” Sehun chortled, and Jongin wished he had an anchor to throw instead.
Minseok was confused, and Jongin was heading everything off right there.
“Fine, I’ll go get the drinks,” he said, and that was that.
And he hoped that was it, at least, until Minseok slid up beside him at the bar while he was waiting for their drinks.
“I can get them. You don’t have to help,” Jongin insisted.
Minseok raised his eyebrows. “I was just wondering if someone would try to pick you up and then you’d never get back to us.”
Right, because that was going to happen.
“Because I’m…pretty,” Jongin said.
Minseok’s hand pressed against Jongin’s lower back, and Jongin inhaled.
“Exactly,” Minseok said, and all Jongin could do was follow helplessly behind with half of their drinks. He hadn’t drank. He wasn’t weird after surgery. Sehun was beaming at him, and all Jongin could do was elbow him in the kidney because he didn’t even know what to think.
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Prompt: the first time jongin falls for the hot guy named minseok who he runs into at the gym all the time :3
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He’d seen Minseok working out quite a bit, since their schedules seemed be pretty in sync. It wasn’t like Jongin couldn’t see, because obviously a sweaty Minseok, or a Minseok deep in concentration, was a sight to behold. But that was mostly just appreciation for form, and yeah, some lust tossed in there for seasoning. Still, that wasn’t what drew him to Minseok in the end, even though it was a way of making Minseok blush when he brought it up. That was the fun part.
It was kind of the fact that Minseok was kind, and when he saw someone was lingering waiting for a machine, he switched and always made sure to wipe down after himself. Having nice people around was always good, since they sort of had to stick together in the tiny gym. It was definitely not the glimpse of Minseok he got in the showers exactly once and by accident. Absolutely not.
He could point to when Minseok had been meeting another man outside, accepting a hot drink and wandering off together with a smile, and Jongin thinking oh, he’s taken. The nice guy, with pretty mouth, and the great smile. It was regret, and some weird kind of sadness that had Jongin scrubbing at his face a little harder than normal.
“Hey, Jongin, right?”
Jongin’s hair was still fluffy after his shower, and a bit chilled even through his cap in the cold air, and he squinted, nodded as Minseok came to a halt beside him. It felt like it wasn’t something that was supposed to happen, the two of them, outside the gym. Like it was something outside of reality.
“I was going to go grab something warm to drink after all that. Are you busy?”
Translation: did he want to go with Minseok?
“Yeah,” Jongin half breathed, and when Minseok started to go a bit regretful, Jongin shook his head. “I mean, no! No, I’m not busy. Did you- Where were you wanting to go?”
Minseok grin started, and Jongin’s face was way too hot for the cold. And he fell, just a little further than he already had been.
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Prompt: jongin fixated on how pretty minseok's mouth is.
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It was soft. Even when it was chapped, it was soft, and when it was chapped, that caused Jongin even more problems because Minseok had a habit of nibbling at his lips then. Then it was all white teeth sinking into soft, pink skin and Jongin wanted those to be his teeth, and to feel his mouth rubbing against Minseok’s mouth. He also thought of other places it might feel nice, but he had to stop those thoughts almost immediately or have everyone know what his body was getting up to.
But Minseok, prepared for a photoshoot or a stage, his mouth slick or tinted darker, that had Jongin looking away. Sometimes the gloss smeared, and he could imagine smearing it himself, but it shone and caught the eye, accentuating the curves of his lips, the way he smiled. And he rubbed those lips together too, smearing the wet around and making Jongin want to beg him to stop or maybe to never stop. It was distracting, the way he ate, and talked, and sang, and the way he wrapped his lips around bottles. And it was almost never hidden unless Minseok wore a mask. It was suffering, but Jongin couldn’t lie. He definitely enjoyed it.
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Prompt: maybe a continuation of the xiukai mouth thing but from minseok pov
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Jongin thought he was subtle, the glances, the way he stared. It was all Minseok could do not to purse his mouth or let his tongue hang out the corner of it and really given Jongin a show, but that probably would’ve had Jongin catching on to him. It wasn’t like he minded the admiration, far from it. It only highlighted his own observations, how Jongin’s mouth could go from sleepy and soft and then curl into the most ridiculous grins. And of course there was the way that it would fall open when he laughed.
It just looked soft, and Minseok liked that. Soft mouths that looked nice for kissing, not just for little pecks but long and languid make-outs that maybe turned a little bit frantic. He wondered how quickly the smiles might turn into parted gasps and moans of pleasure. Pleasure looked so good on him.
Minseok didn’t even have to go that far to imagine that, because Jongin enjoyed eating, a lot. It didn’t take much to leap off from there. He wondered what Jongin saw when he stared, what thoughts went through his head. It made getting his gloss put on even nicer, because he knew Jongin was looking.
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Prompt: is femme slash xiukai ok? if so xiumin was abroad for a year and comes back to find out that her replacement on dance team is really hot, talented and she kinda wants to eat her out and braid her hair.
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All Minseok wanted to do was stop by for a moment to check in with her coach, since her response had been enthusiastic to Minseok coming by, seeing what they were doing. They had a full team, but there was always need for more in case of injury, and having someone senior to the team was a bonus as well. What Minseok hadn’t expected, standing by her coach and watching the team dance, was to sort of be taken with what she was seeing. Or rather, who.
“She’s the one who replaced you in the routines last year. Jongin. She’s been great to have around. A real natural.”
Jongin of the endless thighs and toned belly and pretty mouth. Minseok cleared her throat, averting her eyes as Jongin’s body rolled.
“We can set you up with someone to practice with, get you caught up so you can start joining us for real,” she was told. “It’ll be great to have you back.”
It was great to be back.
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And Jongin was, of course, her mentor. It wasn’t like having a hot body was going to make Minseok pay attention more, but one way or the other, Minseok wasn’t looking away as Jongin nearly practiced her into the ground.
“Out of shape a little bit,” Minseok said, breaths heaving as she rolled over onto her back. Jongin gave her a generous two minutes before looming over her.
“And you’ll stay that way if you don’t get up.”
All Minseok could do was groan and start over, the sound of counting, the sound of the music in her head as Jongin watched her with a hawk’s precision and declared her much improved even after their first session.
“You think I’ll catch up?” Minseok asked.
“Because you want to,” Jongin agreed.
And that was a good answer.
But she got to see Jongin’s butt wiggle and admire her breasts in her varying colors of sports bras, and her wild mess her hair made when Jongin let it out to tie it back up again. And Minseok wanted a lot of things, like kissing up Jongin’s thighs and wanting to smooth her hands all over that hair. And maybe smooth Jongin over her, too.
She thought she kept it to herself, too, practicing, showering, going home and humming at the ceiling as she pictured so many dirty things. But a quick glance had her pausing after their fourth practice. Jongin was gorgeous, wet from the shower which only made Minseok imagine her wet in every other way. She wanted to get her hands on Jongin’s breasts and feel just how hard those tight nipples were from the cool of the air outside of the shower.
But Minseok went back to the task of pulling on her socks.
“Liked what you see?” Jongin asked, and Minseok glanced over, blinking to see Jongin standing there in nothing but her panties and not looking like she was bothered at all by it.
“Who wouldn’t?” Minseok said, and Jongin laughed, apparently surprised at Minseok’s forwardness. “Don’t worry, though. I don’t touch unless it’s wanted.”
And she didn’t usually ogle either, but it wasn’t like she’d have more than a couple more times of them being alone like that anyway, if at all. She kept her eyes to herself after that, though, putting away her accessories bag and getting ready to go. And the next time Jongin spoke, she had on her skirt, and her shirt as well. More the pity.
“You busy tonight?”
Minseok pursed her lips a moment. “No? Why?”
“I’m hungry,” Jongin said. “Buy me something to eat. And maybe I’ll show you if it’s wanted.”
Minseok sat up a little straighter, watching Jongin’s eyes dip down to her cleavage and back up to her face.
Oh. Oh, yes.
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Inviting Jongin up seemed like a good move considering the hinting of before. What she didn’t expect, when they had shed their jackets and their bags, was for Jongin to go all shy on her, wrapping her arms around Minseok and laughing into her neck. But Minseok could do hugging. Hugging was nice, wiggling closer and rubbing her cheek against Jongin’s skin. She smelled good too, felt good. Was enviably taller but Minseok liked that, too.
“I love watching you dance,” Minseok said. It didn’t seem quite so creepy to admit, right then, with Jongin’s lips rubbing not so subtly against her neck.
“Me too,” Jongin sighed. And when Minseok made a sound of curiosity, Jongin hitched out a giggled. “I used to watch video of you dancing before you left. When the coach asked for a volunteer to catch you up, I was the first one. The others didn’t have a chance.”
“I wanted you the first day you came to visit.”
Oh, it wasn’t quite so innocent with Jongin’s thigh slipping between hers.
“What did you want?” Jongin wondered, her hands wandering lower down Minseok’s back.
Why not. “To see if you tasted as good as you looked.”
If Jongin was scandalized, her dark eyes didn’t show it, and she kissed Minseok back immediately when Minseok pressed up against her mouth. Indeed, the only sounds besides their kisses was the whimper she got out of Jongin when she ran her hands up Jongin’s sides, skimming beside her breasts with Jongin’s lower lip between her teeth. Jongin wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard little points against Minseok’s palms and between her fingers. She squeezed and smoothed and Jongin all but leaned fully into her until Minseok was almost staggering with her hands all over Jongin and Jongin clutching at her. She hummed around Jongin’s tongue, getting a hand under her skirt and pulling down on the edge of Jongin’s panties. It took another tug, and there, gravity took them, falling as they laughed, trading kisses and wriggling together until she got Jongin into a chair, any chair, any flat surface really as she slid into Jongin’s lap. She was giving Jongin some kind of lap dance as Jongin’s hands shook, pulling at Minseok’s shirt and kissing the exposed curves of Minseok’s breasts.
“Minseok,” Jongin moaned as Minseok wriggled against her. And she took her time, kissing along Jongin’s neck, stroking down her chest and belly and squirming down between her legs. There was her chance with a woman so ready for everything Minseok could give.
Jongin’s thighs were just as gorgeous up close and Minseok moaned as she stroked along them, rolling up Jongin’s skirt and peppering kisses up them as she tried not to be completely distracted by the lure of Jongin’s scent. It was heady and rich and it made her want to bury her face there when she was trying to savor it, damn it. But maybe she could savor another time because Jongin was wet both to her eyes and ears and she pressed open Jongin’s thighs for an even better view. Gorgeous and flushed and horny and all Minseok’s. She was tempted to go for Jongin’s clit, wanted to hear Jongin moan her name, but she slipped two fingertips into Jongin instead, feeling how Jongin gripped them, watching how Jongin’s eyes went soft, how her hips lifted for more. And that was how Minseok end up kneeling in front of the most beautiful girl she’d ever met and fucking her with her fingers, feeling Jongin flutter around them and get even wetter.
“Gorgeous,” she said, watching Jongin’s face and hearing her sound of embarrassed distress, her head falling back as she laughed and lifted her hips even higher. But Minseok waited until Jongin’s eyes were on her to suck at her wet fingers, sliding them back in and rubbing her lips just above Jongin’s clit. Even the next gentle kiss she pressed had Jongin gasping, and Minseok knew she wasn’t going to have to wait long to know what Jongin sounded like when she came.
The first swirl of her tongue was lazy, and Jongin’s hips shift. The second was more directed, more pointed and Jongin’s breath exploded out of her, and Minseok hummed, moving her tongue until she found a rhythm that made Jongin’s hips go tight. She squeezed around Minseok’s fingers and what she sounded like when she came was a helpless gasp, and a moan as she cursed and smoothed her hands over Minseok’s head.
“I haven’t come that fast in…” apparently Jongin couldn’t remember, leaning over and kissing Minseok again, letting Minseok stroke her hands through Jongin’s hair. “Want to know what I wanted to do?”
Minseok definitely did.
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Prompt: xiukai with pregnant jongin getting cuddles from minseok
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Jongin was trying to stay limber, which Minseok appreciated, and he managed not to roll his eyes when Minseok told him not to overdo it. So Minseok liked seeing Jongin all curled in bed and reading, warm because the apartment was still cool during the night. It made it easy to slip right in, pressing himself against Jongin’s back and sliding a hand against his belly.
“How are you tonight?” Minseok asked, almost purring when Jongin tilted his head back and pressed their cheeks together.
“Both of us are doing well. I fed myself, even.”
“Feels nice. I think I’ll just stay here for a decade.”
Jongin laughed. “As if. You’re talking half the diapers No excuses.”
Okay, so he’d sort of had a hand in knocking Jongin up so that was fair. But Jongin abandoned his book, turning over and kissing Minseok, and pressing as close as his belly would allow.
“Missed you today,” Minseok said, and cradled Jongin’s face as they kissed, tugging up the blankets until there was nothing but warmth and each other, and Jongin’s sleepy eyes. Growing a person was pretty hard work, but Minseok was going to be there help out. Jongin chuckled into his neck, and Minseok held him a little closer.
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Prompt: reserved businessman xiumin who only lavishes love and attention on his hybrid boyfriend jongin
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It was a relief to go home, to pull off his tie and let go of the mask he felt he wore some days. He stepped out of his shiny, show-off shoes, and saw Jongin’s head pop up over the back of the couch. His hair was a mess, his eyes sleepy and ears swiveling as he processed waking up, but it was the sweet smile that had Minseok moving forward, all but sitting in Jongin’s lap as he stroked over Jongin’s hair and down his neck.
“I was going to make dinner,” Jongin said, realizing he’d sort of messed the timing up on that since Minseok was already home.
“We’ll order in if there’s not something here we want,” Minseok said, and he nuzzled his lips against Jongin’s lips, feeling Jongin hum and his hands move to press against Minseok’s chest. They could eat, but they could stay like that, too, feeling Jongin swallow as he kissed against Jongin’s neck. “Missed you today.”
“It’s so quiet here when you’re gone,” Jongin said, and Minseok knew it wasn’t a complaint about the actual quiet. He just liked having Minseok near, breathing, even if they were doing other things, or moving against Minseok’s hand when Minseok reached to touch him.
It was Jongin who pulled off his tie, and made sure that he never needed that mask.
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Prompt: femme xiukai where jongin has a crush on the hot girl who moves next door to her
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It should’ve been the cute heels or the baggy sweatshirts on the weekend, something expected that drew Jongin in to Minseok. And she found those things cute, and appealing, and thought her neighbor was cute, but it was one morning a month into them living next to each other and explaining pleasantries when Jongin had been on her way to work and passing Minseok on her way in. Minseok, in her black sports bra and running shorts, skin glistening and chest heaving as she spotted Jongin and greeted her, bending over and bracing herself on her thighs as she talked to Jongin about the building meeting that night.
Minseok had clearly been unaware that Jongin had spiraled into another universe filled with Minseok’s swinging ponytail and damp cleavage. She all too easily pictured what Minseok looked like jogging, and had to walk in a very determined way when she had answered affirmative in understandable words that she would be at the meeting, too.
Maybe Minseok would think she was hungover or just particularly grim about her job. What Jongin was cursing was that she had a very long day ahead of her and far too many mental images to contend with. And what she did at home was change, and go straight to the meeting where Minseok had saved her a seat, and turned to Jongin and smiled in a way that lit up her eyes as she told some ridiculous story about a dog loose in the hallway after Jongin left.
Her heart registered a very serious problem, when it turned over and started beating just a little bit faster.
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Prompt: xiukai mpreg au where jongin asks his husband not to wear a condom this time
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Minseok was so hard as Jongin stroked him, moaning into Minseok’s mouth because he knew where that was going next. Minseok had three fingers in him, fucking him with them and Jongin was ready to put an end to the teasing. He kissed Minseok again, pulling back and watching as his hand moved along Minseok’s cock. There was a condom beside Jongin’s hip, and he licked his lips, staring at the pre-come that he was urging from Minseok.
Jongin picked up the condom, feeling the ridge of it through the wrapper as he thought.
“Are you trying to put that on me with your mind?” Minseok asked, clearly ready to get on with it, too, and Jong glared at him.
“No. I was just wondering if we needed it all. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you don’t wear one.”
Minseok’s cock twitched in his hand, clearly turned on by the idea but wary, too. They’d been talking about it for the last six months at least, but he wanted it. He’d been ready, just using excuses. He didn’t have any more excuses then.
“If that’s what you want, you realize I’m going to get you pregnant so fast it’s not even going to be funny,” Minseok warned. There wasn’t much hope of backing out once Minseok had come in him.
Jongin just grinned up at him, squeezing around Minseok’s fingers.
“Do your best,” he said.
It felt different, without a condom, and Minseok was huffing, panting really as he struggled to keep a rhythm - struggling not to come within just a couple of minutes.
“I’ve got all night if you do,” Jongin said against Minseok’s mouth, and that gave him permission to finally let go. Jongin hummed, feeling Minseok come, feeling him moan. They hadn’t been worked up like that in a while.
“Give me ten,” Minseok muttered into his shoulder. “Fifteen tops.”
They’d see. But they’d definitely enjoy it.
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Prompt: maybe aloof kitty minseok who slowly falls for the charm of new golden doodle hybrid jongin
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Minseok didn’t like the curls. Or not even curls, but waves. It was just that they moved, and sometimes caught his eye and Jongin looked so hopeful when Minseok looked at him like maybe Minseok wanted to cuddle or talk to him, or go for a walk. Minseok really didn’t understand the obsession with walks, when inside was so much nicer. He liked being in his room, curling up and watching the world go by outside. Though sometimes Jongin popping by to ask him if he wanted to eat was okay, settling in and trying to not move his tail so as not to distract Jongin. And little walks were okay, because Jongin liked to keep a hand on Minseok’s arm.
And Jongin was a little bit cute when he was napping, twitching a little and sometimes pressing his cheek against Minseok’s thigh. Just a little bit cute, the way that he smiled until Minseok looked away because he couldn’t look any more.
It wasn’t because he thought dog, and couldn’t take it. Minseok sniffed, and he frowned, and he tried to shove Jongin off the couch and ended up draped over Jongin’s side, purring as Jongin stroked his tail. He was a good dog. Jongin was… He was good.
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Prompt: catboy minseok refusing to be parted from puppy hybrid jongin
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Jongin had a habit of sprawling, as many dogs did. He wasn’t neat like a cat, and he had some really epic dreams that had his tail beating against anyone unlucky enough to be close. It seemed like, most of the time that person was Minseok. Jongin had a habit of getting his head onto Minseok’s shoulders, or staring at Minseok’s ears like he’d like to play with them even as Minseok stared back. He didn’t, except maybe when Minseok was pressed against him and wanting to see all of that excess warmth to help drag him right down into a satisfying nap.
And that was when they got the news that they wanted to make a change. Some group somewhere thought it was strange, or that it would be easier to find the hybrids homes if they weren’t all mixed up. No long silky tails twining with slowly beating ones. Jongin looked like he’d been shocked, curling over on himself and staring around at what had become familiar for all of them.
“I am staying with Jongin,” Minseok said, when they took him in for a personal interview.
“Minseok-“
“I don’t care if he goes with me to whatever hybrid cat house you’re thinking up, or I stay with him and the dogs. You can’t take everything away from him.”
They are cajoling. “He’ll be happier, if-“
“Did he say he wanted to stay with me?” Minseok asked. Because Jongin had already been talked to. They were going to lie, he knew by the way they wouldn’t look at him. “He stays near me. Or I will leave.”
They couldn’t keep him. And if he left, others might follow. He knew he’d won.
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Prompt: could you please write a continuation of kitty minseok not wanting to be separated from jongin?
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The way they’d been arranged made it feel quiet again, even though they had been moved to a new place, the hybrid dogs that were rowdier having been housed together. Minseok was the only cat there, but he didn’t mind, and if one of the dogs gave him a weird look he just arched his head and sailed by to find where Jongin was.
“Even if the others were loud, I kind of miss them,” Jongin said, moving one of his legs so that Minseok could curl up beside him.
People came in sometimes too, interacting with the dogs and being startled to see a cat there. At least no one tried to call him a mascot. They were a package deal, he and Jongin, until Jongin didn’t want him around any more.
And Jongin had been impressed, laughing when Minseok had recounted his tale of threatening to leave if he didn’t move with Jongin.
“You just wanted to live with a bunch of dogs,” Jongin said.
“Why would I want to live with a much of messy, smelly old dogs?” Minseok demanded, poking his fingers into Jongin’s ribs.
“Then just me?”
And Minseok had turned his back on Jongin, swishing his tail in annoyance.
They had their own beds, but Jongin seemed to sleep sprawled on Minseok’s more often than not, and Minseok took advantage, using Jongin’s bare back as a warm pillow.
Jongin’s tail wagged, slow, as a new wave of humans entered the room to meet with everyone.
“Maybe someone would want a dog and a cat,” Jongin wondered, swallowing hard and not looking down at him. All Minseok could do was stare at him and wonder. Maybe.
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Prompt: could I please ask for a continuation of the hybrid xiukai where one of them gets a bit possessive when a new hybrid is a little too friendly for their liking, say maybe dog hybrid luhan likes kitty minseok too much and jongin won't stand for it
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It wasn’t like Jongin was averse to touching, but there were the surprise hugs that nearly bowled Minseok over, and Jongin observing a few less rules of personal space. And that was saying something, because Jongin had been the one at first to look at Minseok wide-eyed when Minseok used him as a personal nap space heater after they’d first met.
But Jongin was being kind of…weird.
All Minseok was trying to do was get dressed, and Jongin was prowling around his room like he was expecting to find a burglar in the corner.
“Don’t wear that,” Jongin said, when he saw Minseok reaching for a shirt. “Wait a minute.”
And Jongin almost flung himself out of the room, leaving Minseok to ask the emptiness, “What?”
Jongin came back with a greenish colored sweater that looked well-loved, one he’d seen Jongin wearing before. “Wear this.”
It was suggestion, order, hope. All three things in one and Minseok took the sweater out of self defense so that Jongin didn’t keep shoving it into his chest. He even put it on, making a little “ta-da” move to see if Jongin was going to be satisfied. Jongin got close, poking at Minseok’s shoulder, and nodding like that was somehow okay.
And then he swiped his tongue against Minseok’s neck and Minseok didn’t even get to hiss at him before Jongin was out the door. Dogs were so weird. So weird.
And Minseok didn’t even really catch on to what Jongin was doing until later, until Lu Han sidled up to him when Minseok was attempting to decide between books. Lu Han was a nice dog, definitely not destined to stay there very long when there were lots of people who’d love to have a dog like him. It was nice to be able to talk and laugh with someone, though.
“You smell like Jongin more than usual,” Lu Han said, staring down his body. “Is that his shirt?”
Jongin giving him his sweater. Jongin licking his neck. Jongin clinging to him after talking to Lu Han sometimes. Jongin-
Minseok turned his head and scowled - or tried to, seeing Jongin sprawled awkwardly on the couch and napping. And Jongin woke up only enough to lift his head and plant it on Minseok’s thigh when Minseok sat beside him. Minseok retaliated by using his head as a book stand, but Jongin just kept sleeping.
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Prompt: xiukai hybrid au where minseok is like why are you pretending you use your room for anything except storage and maybe smoochies and a bit of frottage if you think its appropriate
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Minseok knew why Jongin had his own room objectively - because he was a dog and Minseok was the only cat. That affording him a particular privilege of his own room, whereas Jongin had to share. In theory, Jongin wasn’t supposed to stay over in Minseok’s room at all, though since Minseok hadn’t complained, none of the staff had raised a fuss about it. The rule was there for his own protection, to keep him safe from any potential harassment, but Jongin wasn’t like that. He didn’t know how to sleep neatly and he seemed to have weird dreams, but generally he didn’t get on Minseok’s nerves. He’d chosen Jongin over staying with the other cats after all.
When Minseok saw his opportunity, he pounced on Jongin, just coming out of a nap and stretching with it. He got one of Jongin’s wrists in each hand and a sleepy Jongin blinking up at him.
“When is the last time you even slept in your room?” Minseok asked.
He vaguely remembered. He’d been sick and pitiful and Jongin had been breathing too loudly, so Minseok had locked him out. And he’d been cold, too, so when Jongin came back the next morning and tapped at the door, Minseok let Jongin pamper him.
“A long time,” Jongin said after thinking about it for a moment. His cheeks were start to flush as he squirmed under Minseok, testing out Minseok’s hold on his arms. Surely he wasn’t- But when Minseok wiggled his hips, Jongin whimpered, and Minseok let go of Jongin’s arms immediately.
“Jongin-“
Jongin gripped his shirt and pulled him in, staring at him all wide-eyed.
“Minseok,” Jongin breathed, just before Jongin lifted up and kissed him. Things had changed somehow, Jongin’s hands wrapping around Minseok’s wrists, wriggling under him as he urged Minseok to keep kissing him. Every time Minseok’s hips moved, Jongin’s lifted against him, Jongin whimpering, clutching Minseok’s arms harder, his lips parting against Minseok’s. And Jongin moaned, gasping as Minseok kissed against his neck, his whole body tensing under Minseok, before he shuddered, pasting and when Minseok rested against him, he could feel Jongin’s heart pounding.
Jongin’s arms wrapped around him and Minseok pressed the side of his cheek against Jongin’s neck and knew he wouldn’t let go until Jongin told him to.
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Prompt: http://weloveshortvideos.com/post/105823655315/50-cent-didnt-get-shot-9-times-for-this xiukai stripper au where dance major jongin meets stripper seok and things get rather heated
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It was Zitao’s fault. It was always Zitao’s fault, though when fault was blamed, Zitao didn’t seem to take much criticism from it. He definitely didn’t from that night, guiding Jongin around like he’d found a particularly fascinating zoo full of half naked men and music that seemed to pour in from the walls themselves. But Zitao picked up with a man almost immediately, disappearing into some corner and poke and wiggle.
It left him amongst an appreciative crowd, men and women that he edged past. There were men on stage, some more in shadows, other in lights as they gyrated made the crowd adore them. It made Jongin wonder what he was doing there, whether he should’ve went with someone else. But he wandered, until his eyes caught on shimmying hips. Clothed, but that didn’t allow him to take his eyes away, looking up until he saw the mans face. And starting when he realized the man was looking back at him.
Jongin almost thought he’d imagined the little smile, but it didn’t matter, because the man had left the stage anyway before Jongin could do much more than watch him dance for another minute. Jongin was edging toward the door, Zitao still ensconced somewhere.
“Leaving already?” someone asked, and Jongin looked. The man- it took him several blinks to recognize the dancer, dressed in somewhat more normal clothes and blending in with the other guests.
“My friend is…busy,” Jongin said.
“Ah. I could be your friend.” And when Jongin frowned, the man shook his head. “Not for money. I liked your face. Your name is…?”
The dancer was Minseok, and he ordered a mean glass of soda, pulling Jongin with him and finding a little bench free for them to sit and drink, and watch the other dancers.
“I love watching people dance,” Minseok said, relaxed beside Jongin.
“I dance,” Jongin said absently. “Not like this, but I dance. I go to school to dance.”
He was so smooth, with Minseok staring at him, fascinated. “So that’s where that body comes from.”
What body? His body? He was about to deny it when Minseok put a hand on Jongin’s stomach.
“Half the people in here just want to lick me, and the other half want to fuck me, and you stared up at me like you’d found someone to worship. Was I wrong?”
Jongin shook his head almost before he knew what he was admitting to. He did…want to… Minseok just guided him in, lips rubbing against his as Jongin inhaled and wrapped his hand around Minseok’s waist. All Minseok touched him with was the hand on his belly and the press of his lips and Jongin was drawn, moaning at the touch of Minseok’s tongue and trying to press closer, be closer.
It was someone laughing that had him jerking back, hard and throbbing in his pants as Minseok’s lips curved. He did want.
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Prompt: that xiukai stripper au has me melting because ofc minseok would see jongin's worshipful gaze and want to just eat him up coughs if you feel like doing an au where body worship happens i'd die
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“Let me,” Minseok urged him, and Jongin’s breath hitched, nodding, his face flushing as Minseok grinned at him. Their lips parted wetly as Minseok pulled away from another leisurely kiss, running his thumbs down the inside of Jongin’s already unbuttoned shirt. Jongin gasped as Minseok kissed along one of his collarbones, one his hands rising to pull on Jongin’s hair, tugging it, stroking it. It made his neck relax, baring for Minseok’s breath, for the touch of his fingertips, and the nip of his teeth. The shirt was pushed out past the points of his shoulders and it almost immobilized him, baring him for Minseok’s wandering hands and the press of his lips. Not any part of Minseok was still, certainly not his shifting hips as his tongue circled Jongin’s nipple. All he could do was breathe and try to hold on and not whimper as Minseok backed down his body, kissing along his abs and tracing along his ribs. He shivered as Minseok teased the sensitive edge of his armpit, stroking down the cloth over his biceps and forearms, toying with the watch on one wrist and bring Jongin’s other hand to his face. He tasted the salt of Jongin’s palm and slid Jongin’s thumb into his mouth. And then his index finger. Continuing until Jongin was panting, wholly aroused and dazed with Minseok sucking on his little finger.
His cock felt like it was trapped in the most constricting cage, the way it strained against his pants.
“What do you want?” Minseok asked, teasing the edge of his thumb above the clasp of Jongin’s pants. It moved the hair there and Jongin hissed, imagining.
“I want you to-“ Jongin said, swallowing and scowling as Minseok’s eyes widened, a smile pulling at his lips. “Please. I want you to suck my cock.”
He expected Minseok to tease, to undress him little by little while undoing him like he had with the kisses and his shirt. But when Jongin’s pants were opened and Jongin’s cock was free, dragging another moan from Jongin, Minseok stroked down Jongin’s thighs and sucked his cock into his mouth. He barely kept from bucking into the warmth of it, gurgling, throat convulsing as he swallowed as Minseok’s teeth skimmed against his skin. Minseok’s nails scraped up the back of his knees and even through the cloth it had Jongin groaning, his legs shaking.
Jongin was moaning, his cock almost vibrating as Minseok licked along it, licking him clean as pre-come spilled and making him only want to come more. Come in Minseok’s mouth, on his face, making his lips wet with it. Minseok’s hands traveled for him, stroking even more along Jongin’s legs as his mouth bobbed wet around Jongin’s cock. And Jongin twitched, when Minseok cupped his ass with both hands, squeezing in time with his sucking and pulling his mouth away to wet a finger, slipping it down into his underwear, not trying to press in but merely circling and making Jongin arch and moan as his body twitched and begged for Minseok to finger him. But he didn’t even get that far, just pressing the back of one of his knuckles against Jongin and just starting the stretch as Jongin wheezed and bucked and came. He came to the thought of Minseok’s fingers fucking him, of Minseok’s cock stretching him, of watching Minseok come for him.
Apparently what he wanted was what Minseok wanted, too.
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Prompt: xiukai moon who embraces the sun au
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How many hours had Minseok sat beside him, watching him sleep, believing that her presence there was helping to calm him, heal him. She’d seen his lips curl in his sleep, and there had been something precious in that, something that had broken her heart when she had realized who she had been to him. She had endured pain, but him, on Jongin was the weight of a king.
To protect him from that pain, she’d nearly walked away from him.
The smile that had hurt her heart from a distance, she felt curling against her neck, and she clung to Jongin, not only allowed, but encouraged to touch him.
“Will you see the court physician today?” Jongin asked, and Minseok smiled, resisting the urge to shake her head at her amusement in him. She wasn’t sure if he was eager to confirm they had made a child for the child’s sake, or for the knowledge that their efforts had been successful. Though even if the physician confirmed it, she suspected he would not be far from her bed.
But he also insisted, “You have to come directly to me if there is news.”
Her smile before he left told him her approval, the king that shone bright in front of her.
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Prompt: “You’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me” xiukai au w grumpy grad student minseok keying dance instructors jongins car also pls makeouts if possible
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There were only so many parking places and parking wasn’t designated so much as it was on an honor system. Don’t be a dick and park too close to someone’s car, don’t park in the only space in front of someone’s house, and most of all, don’t make them park two blocks away just because you didn’t feel like walking.
The neighbors to either side owned cars the size of small boats so Minseok’s little compact fit neatly between them. Or had, until he’d had to start parking nearly in the next time zone because some boxy little car had started showing up in his parking spot.
He’d caught a glimpse of the guy, once, when he’d been outraged and driving home. All he had an impression of was of long legs and a gym bag.
“That’s it,” Minseok said, coming out again one morning to find that stupid car in his spot and two blocks of rain between him and his own car. It felt like his key was a sword, making a short sharp line in the paint above the front tire. “Jerk.”
“Hey!” Minseok jolted, turning, his face blank as yeah, that was the guy, came up and stared. “That’s my car!”
“And it’s in my parking space, in front of my house!”
“I don’t see a name on it!”
“Find somewhere else to park,” Minseok snapped, and stormed away to go find his own car. He washed off the key at work. Evidence or whatever. No red paint on him.
There was a grumpy little letter on his front door and the damn car was still there. Minseok was too tired to even thing about it, slamming the front door of his house and trying to put off all the looming work he knew he had to accomplish. They argued from time to time. The guy’s name was Jongin, and the gym bag was because he taught dance, no wonder. But having a nice butt and a pretty face didn’t excuse the rudeness.
“Want me to give you a lift to your car?” Jongin called, way too cheery for the early hour.
Minseok ignored him and then grumped all the way to his classes.
There was no compromise, just Jongin politely leaning up against his car sometimes and watching like Minseok was going to key it in a fit of pique. Again.
“Isn’t it good exercise to walk to your car?” Minseok asked. He was leaning up against Jongin’s car as Jongin approached. He had his keys put away, so there was that, but Jongin scanned the car anyway.
“Aren’t you a student? You probably need it with all that stress.”
Minseok’d show him stress. Or not, as Jongin leaned in, slow, and kissed him. That was-that was okay, really, and Minseok moaned, his back arching against the side of the car as Jongin pressed against him. He gripped Jongin’s hips, moaning into their kisses and finding it impossible not to do so as Jongin began to grind his cock against Minseok’s.
They gasped, and pulled apart because, right, daylight. And he grabbed Jongin’s arm and pulled him inside. He could stand to miss a class.
Two cars couldn’t fit into the space, at least, until they could because his neighbor got a new, tiny electric car. Their cars coexisted happily, and so did they.
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Prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqLqcRpdVj0#t=174 xiukai au of this please with a lil poodle tho <3
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Minseok wasn’t sure who was more excited, him or the trembling puppy. The dog was no doubt feeding off of his nervous energy, but the moment Jongin saw the soft, curly brown fluffball in his arms, he knew Jongin would be happy. Happy about the ring, too, he hoped. The camera was an awkward fit on his head and he hoped watching it wasn’t going to make them dizzy later, but Chanyeol stalked along behind him with his own camera. Jongin was just unaware, coworkers staying back.
“Hey, Minseok said, edging around the corner of Jongin’s cubicle.
Jongin blinked at him, a smile tugging at his lips, one of confusion: from Minseok being there in the middle of the work day, the weird thing strapped to his forehead. And then, seeing the puppy in his arms with the sweet red bow around her neck.
It was probably cruel, because he saw Jongin’s heart melting right there, and Minseok hadn’t even got to the question.
“What are you doing here? Who is this?” Jongin asked, approaching them.
Minseok and the dog both froze, and Minseok finally remembered how to get down on a knee before Jongin could tackle him.
“Kim Jongin, I love you, and-“ Ah, the ring. There, just like that. “Will you marry us?”
Minseok ignored the laughter around them, all he cared was that Jongin pulled him up and took his ring. Took the puppy, too, for that matter, and let Minseok hug them both after Jongin finally put Minseok’s heart at ease and said yes.
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Prompt: xiukai take part in a fertility ritual to bless their new marriage
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The air was heavy with a scent wafting into the room. Some aphrodisiac, maybe, not that they needed it as Minseok lounged back against the long but narrow bed. They had been ushed in together just hours after their wedding, taken apart separately and their eyes smudged, lips painted with something that made them feel swollen and tingling. Jongin’s eyes were heavy, and when the robe fell down his arms, his cock was thick against his belly.
He touched Minseok’s face and it sent a flush against his skin.
“I need you,” Jongin said, and Minseok nodded, throwing open his thighs, slick with oil from his preparations. That night was only a taste of what was to come. He’d swallowed down Jongin’s come on the night they had been promised, as Jongin did as well, but their lips were painted so that they wouldn’t be tempted by that this night. Neither wanted that burning on their cocks when they had a night in front of them like no other. This was an awaking, an opening, baring them whole to each other so that there were no barriers to their joining. The air was still cloying but Jongin’s breath had his cock twitching, lifting his hips as Jongin poised over him and held his cock just there against Minseok.
“I give everything to you,” Jongin said, and Minseok nodded, baring his throat and moaning through the burning, delicious slide of Jongin’s cock. That was his. Not just that night but every night after.
“I take all of you,” Minseok moaned, and lifted his hips to meet Jongin’s rocking, his mouth on fire, his body, his skin slicking with heat and effort. Jongin’s groan sounded almost like pain, eyes closing for a moment as he reveled in Minseok’s body for the first time. He’d been waiting. He’d been waiting so long.
“Gorgeous,” Jongin said and Minseok’s chest lifted as Jongin bent toward him, Jongin’s teeth, his lips, his tongue, catching at Minseok’s nipples, sucking them, lathing them until they were stiff and tender. His nipples throbbed in time with his cock, and he tried to push them into Jongin’s eager mouth, the skin of them burning from what had been smeared on Jongin’s lips.
“Jongin,” he moaned, almost forgetting to breathe. His thighs rubbed restless on Jongin’s sides as Jongin’s cock continued to slide into him and Jongin worshipped his chest with a single-minded focus until Minseok’s cock was rubbing wet trails along his belly. Minseok was gasping for air when Jongin’s teeth scraped up to his collarbone, panted breaths against his neck as Jongin began to fuck urgent and quick, rocking them both until he could barely breathe, until his whole focal point of pleasure was Jongin’s cock lighting him on fire inside. Minseok gasped just before he came against both of their bellies, come dripping down his skin as he clutched at Jongin’s back and squeezed tight as Jongin moaned and came in him. He didn’t know if there were drums beating outside or if it was his own heart but he moaned and knew they were only half complete. His cock twitched between them, still hard, Minseok pulled up Jongin’s head, kissing him, sucking Jongin’s tongue into his mouth and swearing his own oath.
“I’ll give everything to you,” he promised, and Jongin moaned, pulling away from Minseok and leaving him empty, but twisting and pulling Minseok with him so that they had traded places and Minseok was poised between his legs with his cock just as desperate as before he had come. They would call that a good omen, and Minseok’s hands were shaking as he tried to steady his cock to press into Jongin. If he could just get fully in before coming, he wouldn’t embarrass himself, with Jongin’s body glorious and arched and offering. He wanted to lick all over Jongin’s belly and suck marked into his chest and Minseok steadied himself with Jongin’s thighs as he slid, little by little into Jongin.
“All of it. Want all of you,” Jongin panted, his eyes wild as his hips pressed up and eager. It slid them together, locked them together, cemented what their life would be together - giving to each other and the promise of that night, everything they were laid open in the most important ritual of their lives. Jongin was so tight, moaning like the gods to whom they implored. He reached for Jongin’s hands, squeezing them tight as he struggled against the pleasures of Jongin’s body. So close. Too much. They’d waited so long and he needed too much. Jongin moaned, his throat convulsing as Minseok body decided then, now, that he couldn’t take it any more.
“Please,” Jongin pleaded, and then. Then.
He let one of Jongin’s hands go and Jongin moaned under him and grabbed his own cock, jerking even faster than Minseok’s thrusts and almost undulating as he tried to fuck himself on Minseok’s cock. He bit his lip and met Jongin’s eyes and Jongin knew who was fucking him and pleasing him when Jongin arched and came all over his belly. He’d lick that skin clean soon, Minseok thought, and moaned, gripping Jongin’s hips and feeling pleasure grip him. His everything, Jongin was his everything, and Minseok moaned and pressed deep, hips rocking as he came and gave Jongin everything he had.
His body was still thrumming, throbbing, when he curled at Jongin’s side and felt Jongin’s lips rubbing against his, soft, parting together, moaning, their lips still burning but soothed as they wound together.
When the sun rose, they were at last asleep, smeared with the sticky remnants of their last mating and dried remnants of others. The ritual was complete. And if they had been lucky…they would see.
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Prompt: http://dailyexo.tumblr.com/post/113591741575/xiumin-150314-exoplanet-2-the-exoluxion-in can u write me jongin admiring minseok's back ahhh this sounds strange sorry
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Jongin thought he had it all under control. He had rationalized away the little bubbly feelings when Minseok smiled, and he’d gotten over the lip bites, and the voice.
He told himself that anyway, and being determined to be over it was half the battle.
He’d seen Minseok shirtless before. There wasn’t any mystery to it. There was no reason, right at that time, to look up and watch cloth sliding down over Minseok’s shoulders. Minseok was in his own world, turning around and then away again, and not noticing Jongin’s crisis. Shoulder blades, the bunching of muscles as Minseok struggled to get his cuffs undone. The long dip of his spine, the flare of his ribs. Jongin’s eyes darted up, taking in the line of Minseok’s shoulders. He wanted to kiss right there, right at the base of Minseok’s neck. He wanted to slide his hands into Minseok’s lower back and feel the solid curve of it as Minseok leaned into him. He wanted to press his head there, right there in the center of Minseok’s back and listen for his heartbeat.
That scared him more than wanting to rub himself all over Minseok did.
Minseok turned, brandishing a shampoo bottle something like a sword, and Jongin realized he wasn’t very good at being determined.
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Prompt: http://ask.fm/coleymerrin/answer/126251954806 happy ending for this pls <3 (admiring Minseok's back)
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Minseok made so many little sounds when Jongin rubbed against his back. There was cloth in the way, but Jongin knew what it felt like to have his hands slick against that skin. But he wasn’t touching to arouse that time, but to soothe, and Minseok hummed as Jongin did his best to turn him into jelly, relaxed and ready to sink into sleep. That meant stroking along his head and neck, and digging his fingers into Minseok’s shoulders, and down along his spine. Each little grunt of satisfaction had his grin notching up a bit. He was going to have to record that one night and let Minseok know just what he sounded like. Jongin’s encouragement was a pleased exhale from Minseok, feeling his muscles start to give, feeling the tension leaving him as his sounds got quieter and further apart.
Jongin slowly gentled his kneading, until he was simply rubbing against Minseok’s back, sweeping up and down and continuing even as he turned out the light and lowered himself down until he could press against Minseok’s side. He nuzzled against Minseok’s hair as he stroked, and relaxed, his own eyelids getting heavier as he felt Minseok slip into sleep.
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Prompt: xiukai used to be in a successful boy band together in the 90s, 15 years later jongin finds minseok and they 'reconnect' aka bang and live happily ever after
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They had changed. Obviously, both of them had. They weren’t teenagers any more for one thing. Minseok had gone on to more executive-type things in the industry with the implosion of their group, and Jongin to the creative side. But they hadn’t ended up in the same company, so what murmurs he heard of Minseok had been as a rival instead of the guy he’d spent years of his life practicing beside in hopes of being the next famous star. Minseok was in a suit, and Jongin had already abandoned his jacket at the awards afterparty, his shirtsleeves rolled up and tie loosened. He didn’t have to look nice any more, because there weren’t any cameras any more.
“Jongin.”
Minseok had the same voice, a little firmer, a little smoother maybe. He knew his place. Once, they’d have bumped shoulders, and Jongin didn’t know if he was even supposed to reach out and shake Minseok’s hand.
“It’s been a long time.”
Since…Since the end. Since two of their group had decided it wasn’t for them any more and the company had sent all of them packing.
Abandoned.
Jongin had felt betrayed by all of them for a long time. But Minseok hadn’t been to blame. He’d been just as abandoned. He hadn’t fought for them, but Jongin hadn’t either, changing his phone number and ready to drop out of the industry entirely before he’d been scouted by another agency.
Minseok grinned, and Jongin did, too. They’d changed. But his stomach swooped when he realized it was for the better.
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Prompt: •“hOOOoooOo shit, so you’re the older sibling my best friend always talks about hahah wow tHEY NEVER BOTHERED TELLING ME YOU WERE THIS HOT” au xiukai
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Jongin’s first reaction upon meeting Minseok, on finding out who he was, was anger. What was the point of being best friends with someone when he had not been warned about the hotness of the elusive older brother that Jongin had never met? Sure, there had been pictures but not all of them had been recent and frankly the pictures had sucked all around. But no, there Minseok was, standing in the entrance of the house Jongin had been to almost as much as his own house, and getting a dawning look on his face.
“Oh! Jongin! Your name gets brought up a lot when I come home,” Minseok said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
It’s nice to finally find out how hot you are, Jongin’s brain supplied, but in reality he mumbled something polite and bowed. He definitely didn’t drool, not even a little, when Minseok led him back into the house.
“Everyone is out right now, so I’m all you’ve got.”
Everyone else, who? Jongin eyed Minseok’s thighs and cleared his throat, hoping to get out at least one intelligent sentence.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“If you listen to my brother, it was all lies.” Though Minseok stopped. “Unless they were good things?”
He wondered if Minseok was dating anyone. He wondered on a scale of 1-10 how horrible it’d be to have to tell his friend he’d just asked out his brother.
He was pretty sure it’d be worth it.
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Pairing: Xiumin/Kai
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: 24 various prompts.
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Prompt: I love your xiukai's so much please do a follow up of the YOUR SO PRETTY xiukai one where minseok is not hopped up on drugs but he does say jongin is pretty u3u
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If anyone teased Minseok about his gushing in the hospital, they never told Jongin about it. He’d made Sehun and Chanyeol all but swear not to bring it up to Minseok, though he hadn’t extracted quite as strong a promise about anyone else. At that point it’d just be stories, not people who’d actually heard.
Minseok certainly never brought it up, which wasn’t weird because he’d been recovering after surgery and on good drugs. He’d been normal when everyone else had come back to visit, no strange declarations. They’d just made fun of his hobbling around a bit, that was all.
They were strategizing going out, after Minseok could move without pain.
“Jongin can go get all our drinks for us,” Sehun said, gleeful to have said it first.
Jongin through a sock at his head. “You’re the youngest!”
“Jongin’s pretty though, so he’d be able to get back faster,” Minseok said.
There was some laughter, from Joonmyun, from Baekhyun. Sehun and Chanyeol were utterly silent, and Jongin could feel himself turning red.
“I’m not,” Jongin started.
“So you really do think Jongin is pretty!” Sehun chortled, and Jongin wished he had an anchor to throw instead.
Minseok was confused, and Jongin was heading everything off right there.
“Fine, I’ll go get the drinks,” he said, and that was that.
And he hoped that was it, at least, until Minseok slid up beside him at the bar while he was waiting for their drinks.
“I can get them. You don’t have to help,” Jongin insisted.
Minseok raised his eyebrows. “I was just wondering if someone would try to pick you up and then you’d never get back to us.”
Right, because that was going to happen.
“Because I’m…pretty,” Jongin said.
Minseok’s hand pressed against Jongin’s lower back, and Jongin inhaled.
“Exactly,” Minseok said, and all Jongin could do was follow helplessly behind with half of their drinks. He hadn’t drank. He wasn’t weird after surgery. Sehun was beaming at him, and all Jongin could do was elbow him in the kidney because he didn’t even know what to think.
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Prompt: the first time jongin falls for the hot guy named minseok who he runs into at the gym all the time :3
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He’d seen Minseok working out quite a bit, since their schedules seemed be pretty in sync. It wasn’t like Jongin couldn’t see, because obviously a sweaty Minseok, or a Minseok deep in concentration, was a sight to behold. But that was mostly just appreciation for form, and yeah, some lust tossed in there for seasoning. Still, that wasn’t what drew him to Minseok in the end, even though it was a way of making Minseok blush when he brought it up. That was the fun part.
It was kind of the fact that Minseok was kind, and when he saw someone was lingering waiting for a machine, he switched and always made sure to wipe down after himself. Having nice people around was always good, since they sort of had to stick together in the tiny gym. It was definitely not the glimpse of Minseok he got in the showers exactly once and by accident. Absolutely not.
He could point to when Minseok had been meeting another man outside, accepting a hot drink and wandering off together with a smile, and Jongin thinking oh, he’s taken. The nice guy, with pretty mouth, and the great smile. It was regret, and some weird kind of sadness that had Jongin scrubbing at his face a little harder than normal.
“Hey, Jongin, right?”
Jongin’s hair was still fluffy after his shower, and a bit chilled even through his cap in the cold air, and he squinted, nodded as Minseok came to a halt beside him. It felt like it wasn’t something that was supposed to happen, the two of them, outside the gym. Like it was something outside of reality.
“I was going to go grab something warm to drink after all that. Are you busy?”
Translation: did he want to go with Minseok?
“Yeah,” Jongin half breathed, and when Minseok started to go a bit regretful, Jongin shook his head. “I mean, no! No, I’m not busy. Did you- Where were you wanting to go?”
Minseok grin started, and Jongin’s face was way too hot for the cold. And he fell, just a little further than he already had been.
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Prompt: jongin fixated on how pretty minseok's mouth is.
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It was soft. Even when it was chapped, it was soft, and when it was chapped, that caused Jongin even more problems because Minseok had a habit of nibbling at his lips then. Then it was all white teeth sinking into soft, pink skin and Jongin wanted those to be his teeth, and to feel his mouth rubbing against Minseok’s mouth. He also thought of other places it might feel nice, but he had to stop those thoughts almost immediately or have everyone know what his body was getting up to.
But Minseok, prepared for a photoshoot or a stage, his mouth slick or tinted darker, that had Jongin looking away. Sometimes the gloss smeared, and he could imagine smearing it himself, but it shone and caught the eye, accentuating the curves of his lips, the way he smiled. And he rubbed those lips together too, smearing the wet around and making Jongin want to beg him to stop or maybe to never stop. It was distracting, the way he ate, and talked, and sang, and the way he wrapped his lips around bottles. And it was almost never hidden unless Minseok wore a mask. It was suffering, but Jongin couldn’t lie. He definitely enjoyed it.
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Prompt: maybe a continuation of the xiukai mouth thing but from minseok pov
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Jongin thought he was subtle, the glances, the way he stared. It was all Minseok could do not to purse his mouth or let his tongue hang out the corner of it and really given Jongin a show, but that probably would’ve had Jongin catching on to him. It wasn’t like he minded the admiration, far from it. It only highlighted his own observations, how Jongin’s mouth could go from sleepy and soft and then curl into the most ridiculous grins. And of course there was the way that it would fall open when he laughed.
It just looked soft, and Minseok liked that. Soft mouths that looked nice for kissing, not just for little pecks but long and languid make-outs that maybe turned a little bit frantic. He wondered how quickly the smiles might turn into parted gasps and moans of pleasure. Pleasure looked so good on him.
Minseok didn’t even have to go that far to imagine that, because Jongin enjoyed eating, a lot. It didn’t take much to leap off from there. He wondered what Jongin saw when he stared, what thoughts went through his head. It made getting his gloss put on even nicer, because he knew Jongin was looking.
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Prompt: is femme slash xiukai ok? if so xiumin was abroad for a year and comes back to find out that her replacement on dance team is really hot, talented and she kinda wants to eat her out and braid her hair.
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All Minseok wanted to do was stop by for a moment to check in with her coach, since her response had been enthusiastic to Minseok coming by, seeing what they were doing. They had a full team, but there was always need for more in case of injury, and having someone senior to the team was a bonus as well. What Minseok hadn’t expected, standing by her coach and watching the team dance, was to sort of be taken with what she was seeing. Or rather, who.
“She’s the one who replaced you in the routines last year. Jongin. She’s been great to have around. A real natural.”
Jongin of the endless thighs and toned belly and pretty mouth. Minseok cleared her throat, averting her eyes as Jongin’s body rolled.
“We can set you up with someone to practice with, get you caught up so you can start joining us for real,” she was told. “It’ll be great to have you back.”
It was great to be back.
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And Jongin was, of course, her mentor. It wasn’t like having a hot body was going to make Minseok pay attention more, but one way or the other, Minseok wasn’t looking away as Jongin nearly practiced her into the ground.
“Out of shape a little bit,” Minseok said, breaths heaving as she rolled over onto her back. Jongin gave her a generous two minutes before looming over her.
“And you’ll stay that way if you don’t get up.”
All Minseok could do was groan and start over, the sound of counting, the sound of the music in her head as Jongin watched her with a hawk’s precision and declared her much improved even after their first session.
“You think I’ll catch up?” Minseok asked.
“Because you want to,” Jongin agreed.
And that was a good answer.
But she got to see Jongin’s butt wiggle and admire her breasts in her varying colors of sports bras, and her wild mess her hair made when Jongin let it out to tie it back up again. And Minseok wanted a lot of things, like kissing up Jongin’s thighs and wanting to smooth her hands all over that hair. And maybe smooth Jongin over her, too.
She thought she kept it to herself, too, practicing, showering, going home and humming at the ceiling as she pictured so many dirty things. But a quick glance had her pausing after their fourth practice. Jongin was gorgeous, wet from the shower which only made Minseok imagine her wet in every other way. She wanted to get her hands on Jongin’s breasts and feel just how hard those tight nipples were from the cool of the air outside of the shower.
But Minseok went back to the task of pulling on her socks.
“Liked what you see?” Jongin asked, and Minseok glanced over, blinking to see Jongin standing there in nothing but her panties and not looking like she was bothered at all by it.
“Who wouldn’t?” Minseok said, and Jongin laughed, apparently surprised at Minseok’s forwardness. “Don’t worry, though. I don’t touch unless it’s wanted.”
And she didn’t usually ogle either, but it wasn’t like she’d have more than a couple more times of them being alone like that anyway, if at all. She kept her eyes to herself after that, though, putting away her accessories bag and getting ready to go. And the next time Jongin spoke, she had on her skirt, and her shirt as well. More the pity.
“You busy tonight?”
Minseok pursed her lips a moment. “No? Why?”
“I’m hungry,” Jongin said. “Buy me something to eat. And maybe I’ll show you if it’s wanted.”
Minseok sat up a little straighter, watching Jongin’s eyes dip down to her cleavage and back up to her face.
Oh. Oh, yes.
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Inviting Jongin up seemed like a good move considering the hinting of before. What she didn’t expect, when they had shed their jackets and their bags, was for Jongin to go all shy on her, wrapping her arms around Minseok and laughing into her neck. But Minseok could do hugging. Hugging was nice, wiggling closer and rubbing her cheek against Jongin’s skin. She smelled good too, felt good. Was enviably taller but Minseok liked that, too.
“I love watching you dance,” Minseok said. It didn’t seem quite so creepy to admit, right then, with Jongin’s lips rubbing not so subtly against her neck.
“Me too,” Jongin sighed. And when Minseok made a sound of curiosity, Jongin hitched out a giggled. “I used to watch video of you dancing before you left. When the coach asked for a volunteer to catch you up, I was the first one. The others didn’t have a chance.”
“I wanted you the first day you came to visit.”
Oh, it wasn’t quite so innocent with Jongin’s thigh slipping between hers.
“What did you want?” Jongin wondered, her hands wandering lower down Minseok’s back.
Why not. “To see if you tasted as good as you looked.”
If Jongin was scandalized, her dark eyes didn’t show it, and she kissed Minseok back immediately when Minseok pressed up against her mouth. Indeed, the only sounds besides their kisses was the whimper she got out of Jongin when she ran her hands up Jongin’s sides, skimming beside her breasts with Jongin’s lower lip between her teeth. Jongin wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard little points against Minseok’s palms and between her fingers. She squeezed and smoothed and Jongin all but leaned fully into her until Minseok was almost staggering with her hands all over Jongin and Jongin clutching at her. She hummed around Jongin’s tongue, getting a hand under her skirt and pulling down on the edge of Jongin’s panties. It took another tug, and there, gravity took them, falling as they laughed, trading kisses and wriggling together until she got Jongin into a chair, any chair, any flat surface really as she slid into Jongin’s lap. She was giving Jongin some kind of lap dance as Jongin’s hands shook, pulling at Minseok’s shirt and kissing the exposed curves of Minseok’s breasts.
“Minseok,” Jongin moaned as Minseok wriggled against her. And she took her time, kissing along Jongin’s neck, stroking down her chest and belly and squirming down between her legs. There was her chance with a woman so ready for everything Minseok could give.
Jongin’s thighs were just as gorgeous up close and Minseok moaned as she stroked along them, rolling up Jongin’s skirt and peppering kisses up them as she tried not to be completely distracted by the lure of Jongin’s scent. It was heady and rich and it made her want to bury her face there when she was trying to savor it, damn it. But maybe she could savor another time because Jongin was wet both to her eyes and ears and she pressed open Jongin’s thighs for an even better view. Gorgeous and flushed and horny and all Minseok’s. She was tempted to go for Jongin’s clit, wanted to hear Jongin moan her name, but she slipped two fingertips into Jongin instead, feeling how Jongin gripped them, watching how Jongin’s eyes went soft, how her hips lifted for more. And that was how Minseok end up kneeling in front of the most beautiful girl she’d ever met and fucking her with her fingers, feeling Jongin flutter around them and get even wetter.
“Gorgeous,” she said, watching Jongin’s face and hearing her sound of embarrassed distress, her head falling back as she laughed and lifted her hips even higher. But Minseok waited until Jongin’s eyes were on her to suck at her wet fingers, sliding them back in and rubbing her lips just above Jongin’s clit. Even the next gentle kiss she pressed had Jongin gasping, and Minseok knew she wasn’t going to have to wait long to know what Jongin sounded like when she came.
The first swirl of her tongue was lazy, and Jongin’s hips shift. The second was more directed, more pointed and Jongin’s breath exploded out of her, and Minseok hummed, moving her tongue until she found a rhythm that made Jongin’s hips go tight. She squeezed around Minseok’s fingers and what she sounded like when she came was a helpless gasp, and a moan as she cursed and smoothed her hands over Minseok’s head.
“I haven’t come that fast in…” apparently Jongin couldn’t remember, leaning over and kissing Minseok again, letting Minseok stroke her hands through Jongin’s hair. “Want to know what I wanted to do?”
Minseok definitely did.
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Prompt: xiukai with pregnant jongin getting cuddles from minseok
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Jongin was trying to stay limber, which Minseok appreciated, and he managed not to roll his eyes when Minseok told him not to overdo it. So Minseok liked seeing Jongin all curled in bed and reading, warm because the apartment was still cool during the night. It made it easy to slip right in, pressing himself against Jongin’s back and sliding a hand against his belly.
“How are you tonight?” Minseok asked, almost purring when Jongin tilted his head back and pressed their cheeks together.
“Both of us are doing well. I fed myself, even.”
“Feels nice. I think I’ll just stay here for a decade.”
Jongin laughed. “As if. You’re talking half the diapers No excuses.”
Okay, so he’d sort of had a hand in knocking Jongin up so that was fair. But Jongin abandoned his book, turning over and kissing Minseok, and pressing as close as his belly would allow.
“Missed you today,” Minseok said, and cradled Jongin’s face as they kissed, tugging up the blankets until there was nothing but warmth and each other, and Jongin’s sleepy eyes. Growing a person was pretty hard work, but Minseok was going to be there help out. Jongin chuckled into his neck, and Minseok held him a little closer.
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Prompt: reserved businessman xiumin who only lavishes love and attention on his hybrid boyfriend jongin
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It was a relief to go home, to pull off his tie and let go of the mask he felt he wore some days. He stepped out of his shiny, show-off shoes, and saw Jongin’s head pop up over the back of the couch. His hair was a mess, his eyes sleepy and ears swiveling as he processed waking up, but it was the sweet smile that had Minseok moving forward, all but sitting in Jongin’s lap as he stroked over Jongin’s hair and down his neck.
“I was going to make dinner,” Jongin said, realizing he’d sort of messed the timing up on that since Minseok was already home.
“We’ll order in if there’s not something here we want,” Minseok said, and he nuzzled his lips against Jongin’s lips, feeling Jongin hum and his hands move to press against Minseok’s chest. They could eat, but they could stay like that, too, feeling Jongin swallow as he kissed against Jongin’s neck. “Missed you today.”
“It’s so quiet here when you’re gone,” Jongin said, and Minseok knew it wasn’t a complaint about the actual quiet. He just liked having Minseok near, breathing, even if they were doing other things, or moving against Minseok’s hand when Minseok reached to touch him.
It was Jongin who pulled off his tie, and made sure that he never needed that mask.
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Prompt: femme xiukai where jongin has a crush on the hot girl who moves next door to her
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It should’ve been the cute heels or the baggy sweatshirts on the weekend, something expected that drew Jongin in to Minseok. And she found those things cute, and appealing, and thought her neighbor was cute, but it was one morning a month into them living next to each other and explaining pleasantries when Jongin had been on her way to work and passing Minseok on her way in. Minseok, in her black sports bra and running shorts, skin glistening and chest heaving as she spotted Jongin and greeted her, bending over and bracing herself on her thighs as she talked to Jongin about the building meeting that night.
Minseok had clearly been unaware that Jongin had spiraled into another universe filled with Minseok’s swinging ponytail and damp cleavage. She all too easily pictured what Minseok looked like jogging, and had to walk in a very determined way when she had answered affirmative in understandable words that she would be at the meeting, too.
Maybe Minseok would think she was hungover or just particularly grim about her job. What Jongin was cursing was that she had a very long day ahead of her and far too many mental images to contend with. And what she did at home was change, and go straight to the meeting where Minseok had saved her a seat, and turned to Jongin and smiled in a way that lit up her eyes as she told some ridiculous story about a dog loose in the hallway after Jongin left.
Her heart registered a very serious problem, when it turned over and started beating just a little bit faster.
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Prompt: xiukai mpreg au where jongin asks his husband not to wear a condom this time
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Minseok was so hard as Jongin stroked him, moaning into Minseok’s mouth because he knew where that was going next. Minseok had three fingers in him, fucking him with them and Jongin was ready to put an end to the teasing. He kissed Minseok again, pulling back and watching as his hand moved along Minseok’s cock. There was a condom beside Jongin’s hip, and he licked his lips, staring at the pre-come that he was urging from Minseok.
Jongin picked up the condom, feeling the ridge of it through the wrapper as he thought.
“Are you trying to put that on me with your mind?” Minseok asked, clearly ready to get on with it, too, and Jong glared at him.
“No. I was just wondering if we needed it all. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you don’t wear one.”
Minseok’s cock twitched in his hand, clearly turned on by the idea but wary, too. They’d been talking about it for the last six months at least, but he wanted it. He’d been ready, just using excuses. He didn’t have any more excuses then.
“If that’s what you want, you realize I’m going to get you pregnant so fast it’s not even going to be funny,” Minseok warned. There wasn’t much hope of backing out once Minseok had come in him.
Jongin just grinned up at him, squeezing around Minseok’s fingers.
“Do your best,” he said.
It felt different, without a condom, and Minseok was huffing, panting really as he struggled to keep a rhythm - struggling not to come within just a couple of minutes.
“I’ve got all night if you do,” Jongin said against Minseok’s mouth, and that gave him permission to finally let go. Jongin hummed, feeling Minseok come, feeling him moan. They hadn’t been worked up like that in a while.
“Give me ten,” Minseok muttered into his shoulder. “Fifteen tops.”
They’d see. But they’d definitely enjoy it.
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Prompt: maybe aloof kitty minseok who slowly falls for the charm of new golden doodle hybrid jongin
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Minseok didn’t like the curls. Or not even curls, but waves. It was just that they moved, and sometimes caught his eye and Jongin looked so hopeful when Minseok looked at him like maybe Minseok wanted to cuddle or talk to him, or go for a walk. Minseok really didn’t understand the obsession with walks, when inside was so much nicer. He liked being in his room, curling up and watching the world go by outside. Though sometimes Jongin popping by to ask him if he wanted to eat was okay, settling in and trying to not move his tail so as not to distract Jongin. And little walks were okay, because Jongin liked to keep a hand on Minseok’s arm.
And Jongin was a little bit cute when he was napping, twitching a little and sometimes pressing his cheek against Minseok’s thigh. Just a little bit cute, the way that he smiled until Minseok looked away because he couldn’t look any more.
It wasn’t because he thought dog, and couldn’t take it. Minseok sniffed, and he frowned, and he tried to shove Jongin off the couch and ended up draped over Jongin’s side, purring as Jongin stroked his tail. He was a good dog. Jongin was… He was good.
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Prompt: catboy minseok refusing to be parted from puppy hybrid jongin
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Jongin had a habit of sprawling, as many dogs did. He wasn’t neat like a cat, and he had some really epic dreams that had his tail beating against anyone unlucky enough to be close. It seemed like, most of the time that person was Minseok. Jongin had a habit of getting his head onto Minseok’s shoulders, or staring at Minseok’s ears like he’d like to play with them even as Minseok stared back. He didn’t, except maybe when Minseok was pressed against him and wanting to see all of that excess warmth to help drag him right down into a satisfying nap.
And that was when they got the news that they wanted to make a change. Some group somewhere thought it was strange, or that it would be easier to find the hybrids homes if they weren’t all mixed up. No long silky tails twining with slowly beating ones. Jongin looked like he’d been shocked, curling over on himself and staring around at what had become familiar for all of them.
“I am staying with Jongin,” Minseok said, when they took him in for a personal interview.
“Minseok-“
“I don’t care if he goes with me to whatever hybrid cat house you’re thinking up, or I stay with him and the dogs. You can’t take everything away from him.”
They are cajoling. “He’ll be happier, if-“
“Did he say he wanted to stay with me?” Minseok asked. Because Jongin had already been talked to. They were going to lie, he knew by the way they wouldn’t look at him. “He stays near me. Or I will leave.”
They couldn’t keep him. And if he left, others might follow. He knew he’d won.
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Prompt: could you please write a continuation of kitty minseok not wanting to be separated from jongin?
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The way they’d been arranged made it feel quiet again, even though they had been moved to a new place, the hybrid dogs that were rowdier having been housed together. Minseok was the only cat there, but he didn’t mind, and if one of the dogs gave him a weird look he just arched his head and sailed by to find where Jongin was.
“Even if the others were loud, I kind of miss them,” Jongin said, moving one of his legs so that Minseok could curl up beside him.
People came in sometimes too, interacting with the dogs and being startled to see a cat there. At least no one tried to call him a mascot. They were a package deal, he and Jongin, until Jongin didn’t want him around any more.
And Jongin had been impressed, laughing when Minseok had recounted his tale of threatening to leave if he didn’t move with Jongin.
“You just wanted to live with a bunch of dogs,” Jongin said.
“Why would I want to live with a much of messy, smelly old dogs?” Minseok demanded, poking his fingers into Jongin’s ribs.
“Then just me?”
And Minseok had turned his back on Jongin, swishing his tail in annoyance.
They had their own beds, but Jongin seemed to sleep sprawled on Minseok’s more often than not, and Minseok took advantage, using Jongin’s bare back as a warm pillow.
Jongin’s tail wagged, slow, as a new wave of humans entered the room to meet with everyone.
“Maybe someone would want a dog and a cat,” Jongin wondered, swallowing hard and not looking down at him. All Minseok could do was stare at him and wonder. Maybe.
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Prompt: could I please ask for a continuation of the hybrid xiukai where one of them gets a bit possessive when a new hybrid is a little too friendly for their liking, say maybe dog hybrid luhan likes kitty minseok too much and jongin won't stand for it
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It wasn’t like Jongin was averse to touching, but there were the surprise hugs that nearly bowled Minseok over, and Jongin observing a few less rules of personal space. And that was saying something, because Jongin had been the one at first to look at Minseok wide-eyed when Minseok used him as a personal nap space heater after they’d first met.
But Jongin was being kind of…weird.
All Minseok was trying to do was get dressed, and Jongin was prowling around his room like he was expecting to find a burglar in the corner.
“Don’t wear that,” Jongin said, when he saw Minseok reaching for a shirt. “Wait a minute.”
And Jongin almost flung himself out of the room, leaving Minseok to ask the emptiness, “What?”
Jongin came back with a greenish colored sweater that looked well-loved, one he’d seen Jongin wearing before. “Wear this.”
It was suggestion, order, hope. All three things in one and Minseok took the sweater out of self defense so that Jongin didn’t keep shoving it into his chest. He even put it on, making a little “ta-da” move to see if Jongin was going to be satisfied. Jongin got close, poking at Minseok’s shoulder, and nodding like that was somehow okay.
And then he swiped his tongue against Minseok’s neck and Minseok didn’t even get to hiss at him before Jongin was out the door. Dogs were so weird. So weird.
And Minseok didn’t even really catch on to what Jongin was doing until later, until Lu Han sidled up to him when Minseok was attempting to decide between books. Lu Han was a nice dog, definitely not destined to stay there very long when there were lots of people who’d love to have a dog like him. It was nice to be able to talk and laugh with someone, though.
“You smell like Jongin more than usual,” Lu Han said, staring down his body. “Is that his shirt?”
Jongin giving him his sweater. Jongin licking his neck. Jongin clinging to him after talking to Lu Han sometimes. Jongin-
Minseok turned his head and scowled - or tried to, seeing Jongin sprawled awkwardly on the couch and napping. And Jongin woke up only enough to lift his head and plant it on Minseok’s thigh when Minseok sat beside him. Minseok retaliated by using his head as a book stand, but Jongin just kept sleeping.
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Prompt: xiukai hybrid au where minseok is like why are you pretending you use your room for anything except storage and maybe smoochies and a bit of frottage if you think its appropriate
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Minseok knew why Jongin had his own room objectively - because he was a dog and Minseok was the only cat. That affording him a particular privilege of his own room, whereas Jongin had to share. In theory, Jongin wasn’t supposed to stay over in Minseok’s room at all, though since Minseok hadn’t complained, none of the staff had raised a fuss about it. The rule was there for his own protection, to keep him safe from any potential harassment, but Jongin wasn’t like that. He didn’t know how to sleep neatly and he seemed to have weird dreams, but generally he didn’t get on Minseok’s nerves. He’d chosen Jongin over staying with the other cats after all.
When Minseok saw his opportunity, he pounced on Jongin, just coming out of a nap and stretching with it. He got one of Jongin’s wrists in each hand and a sleepy Jongin blinking up at him.
“When is the last time you even slept in your room?” Minseok asked.
He vaguely remembered. He’d been sick and pitiful and Jongin had been breathing too loudly, so Minseok had locked him out. And he’d been cold, too, so when Jongin came back the next morning and tapped at the door, Minseok let Jongin pamper him.
“A long time,” Jongin said after thinking about it for a moment. His cheeks were start to flush as he squirmed under Minseok, testing out Minseok’s hold on his arms. Surely he wasn’t- But when Minseok wiggled his hips, Jongin whimpered, and Minseok let go of Jongin’s arms immediately.
“Jongin-“
Jongin gripped his shirt and pulled him in, staring at him all wide-eyed.
“Minseok,” Jongin breathed, just before Jongin lifted up and kissed him. Things had changed somehow, Jongin’s hands wrapping around Minseok’s wrists, wriggling under him as he urged Minseok to keep kissing him. Every time Minseok’s hips moved, Jongin’s lifted against him, Jongin whimpering, clutching Minseok’s arms harder, his lips parting against Minseok’s. And Jongin moaned, gasping as Minseok kissed against his neck, his whole body tensing under Minseok, before he shuddered, pasting and when Minseok rested against him, he could feel Jongin’s heart pounding.
Jongin’s arms wrapped around him and Minseok pressed the side of his cheek against Jongin’s neck and knew he wouldn’t let go until Jongin told him to.
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Prompt: http://weloveshortvideos.com/post/105823655315/50-cent-didnt-get-shot-9-times-for-this xiukai stripper au where dance major jongin meets stripper seok and things get rather heated
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It was Zitao’s fault. It was always Zitao’s fault, though when fault was blamed, Zitao didn’t seem to take much criticism from it. He definitely didn’t from that night, guiding Jongin around like he’d found a particularly fascinating zoo full of half naked men and music that seemed to pour in from the walls themselves. But Zitao picked up with a man almost immediately, disappearing into some corner and poke and wiggle.
It left him amongst an appreciative crowd, men and women that he edged past. There were men on stage, some more in shadows, other in lights as they gyrated made the crowd adore them. It made Jongin wonder what he was doing there, whether he should’ve went with someone else. But he wandered, until his eyes caught on shimmying hips. Clothed, but that didn’t allow him to take his eyes away, looking up until he saw the mans face. And starting when he realized the man was looking back at him.
Jongin almost thought he’d imagined the little smile, but it didn’t matter, because the man had left the stage anyway before Jongin could do much more than watch him dance for another minute. Jongin was edging toward the door, Zitao still ensconced somewhere.
“Leaving already?” someone asked, and Jongin looked. The man- it took him several blinks to recognize the dancer, dressed in somewhat more normal clothes and blending in with the other guests.
“My friend is…busy,” Jongin said.
“Ah. I could be your friend.” And when Jongin frowned, the man shook his head. “Not for money. I liked your face. Your name is…?”
The dancer was Minseok, and he ordered a mean glass of soda, pulling Jongin with him and finding a little bench free for them to sit and drink, and watch the other dancers.
“I love watching people dance,” Minseok said, relaxed beside Jongin.
“I dance,” Jongin said absently. “Not like this, but I dance. I go to school to dance.”
He was so smooth, with Minseok staring at him, fascinated. “So that’s where that body comes from.”
What body? His body? He was about to deny it when Minseok put a hand on Jongin’s stomach.
“Half the people in here just want to lick me, and the other half want to fuck me, and you stared up at me like you’d found someone to worship. Was I wrong?”
Jongin shook his head almost before he knew what he was admitting to. He did…want to… Minseok just guided him in, lips rubbing against his as Jongin inhaled and wrapped his hand around Minseok’s waist. All Minseok touched him with was the hand on his belly and the press of his lips and Jongin was drawn, moaning at the touch of Minseok’s tongue and trying to press closer, be closer.
It was someone laughing that had him jerking back, hard and throbbing in his pants as Minseok’s lips curved. He did want.
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Prompt: that xiukai stripper au has me melting because ofc minseok would see jongin's worshipful gaze and want to just eat him up coughs if you feel like doing an au where body worship happens i'd die
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“Let me,” Minseok urged him, and Jongin’s breath hitched, nodding, his face flushing as Minseok grinned at him. Their lips parted wetly as Minseok pulled away from another leisurely kiss, running his thumbs down the inside of Jongin’s already unbuttoned shirt. Jongin gasped as Minseok kissed along one of his collarbones, one his hands rising to pull on Jongin’s hair, tugging it, stroking it. It made his neck relax, baring for Minseok’s breath, for the touch of his fingertips, and the nip of his teeth. The shirt was pushed out past the points of his shoulders and it almost immobilized him, baring him for Minseok’s wandering hands and the press of his lips. Not any part of Minseok was still, certainly not his shifting hips as his tongue circled Jongin’s nipple. All he could do was breathe and try to hold on and not whimper as Minseok backed down his body, kissing along his abs and tracing along his ribs. He shivered as Minseok teased the sensitive edge of his armpit, stroking down the cloth over his biceps and forearms, toying with the watch on one wrist and bring Jongin’s other hand to his face. He tasted the salt of Jongin’s palm and slid Jongin’s thumb into his mouth. And then his index finger. Continuing until Jongin was panting, wholly aroused and dazed with Minseok sucking on his little finger.
His cock felt like it was trapped in the most constricting cage, the way it strained against his pants.
“What do you want?” Minseok asked, teasing the edge of his thumb above the clasp of Jongin’s pants. It moved the hair there and Jongin hissed, imagining.
“I want you to-“ Jongin said, swallowing and scowling as Minseok’s eyes widened, a smile pulling at his lips. “Please. I want you to suck my cock.”
He expected Minseok to tease, to undress him little by little while undoing him like he had with the kisses and his shirt. But when Jongin’s pants were opened and Jongin’s cock was free, dragging another moan from Jongin, Minseok stroked down Jongin’s thighs and sucked his cock into his mouth. He barely kept from bucking into the warmth of it, gurgling, throat convulsing as he swallowed as Minseok’s teeth skimmed against his skin. Minseok’s nails scraped up the back of his knees and even through the cloth it had Jongin groaning, his legs shaking.
Jongin was moaning, his cock almost vibrating as Minseok licked along it, licking him clean as pre-come spilled and making him only want to come more. Come in Minseok’s mouth, on his face, making his lips wet with it. Minseok’s hands traveled for him, stroking even more along Jongin’s legs as his mouth bobbed wet around Jongin’s cock. And Jongin twitched, when Minseok cupped his ass with both hands, squeezing in time with his sucking and pulling his mouth away to wet a finger, slipping it down into his underwear, not trying to press in but merely circling and making Jongin arch and moan as his body twitched and begged for Minseok to finger him. But he didn’t even get that far, just pressing the back of one of his knuckles against Jongin and just starting the stretch as Jongin wheezed and bucked and came. He came to the thought of Minseok’s fingers fucking him, of Minseok’s cock stretching him, of watching Minseok come for him.
Apparently what he wanted was what Minseok wanted, too.
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Prompt: xiukai moon who embraces the sun au
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How many hours had Minseok sat beside him, watching him sleep, believing that her presence there was helping to calm him, heal him. She’d seen his lips curl in his sleep, and there had been something precious in that, something that had broken her heart when she had realized who she had been to him. She had endured pain, but him, on Jongin was the weight of a king.
To protect him from that pain, she’d nearly walked away from him.
The smile that had hurt her heart from a distance, she felt curling against her neck, and she clung to Jongin, not only allowed, but encouraged to touch him.
“Will you see the court physician today?” Jongin asked, and Minseok smiled, resisting the urge to shake her head at her amusement in him. She wasn’t sure if he was eager to confirm they had made a child for the child’s sake, or for the knowledge that their efforts had been successful. Though even if the physician confirmed it, she suspected he would not be far from her bed.
But he also insisted, “You have to come directly to me if there is news.”
Her smile before he left told him her approval, the king that shone bright in front of her.
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Prompt: “You’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me” xiukai au w grumpy grad student minseok keying dance instructors jongins car also pls makeouts if possible
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There were only so many parking places and parking wasn’t designated so much as it was on an honor system. Don’t be a dick and park too close to someone’s car, don’t park in the only space in front of someone’s house, and most of all, don’t make them park two blocks away just because you didn’t feel like walking.
The neighbors to either side owned cars the size of small boats so Minseok’s little compact fit neatly between them. Or had, until he’d had to start parking nearly in the next time zone because some boxy little car had started showing up in his parking spot.
He’d caught a glimpse of the guy, once, when he’d been outraged and driving home. All he had an impression of was of long legs and a gym bag.
“That’s it,” Minseok said, coming out again one morning to find that stupid car in his spot and two blocks of rain between him and his own car. It felt like his key was a sword, making a short sharp line in the paint above the front tire. “Jerk.”
“Hey!” Minseok jolted, turning, his face blank as yeah, that was the guy, came up and stared. “That’s my car!”
“And it’s in my parking space, in front of my house!”
“I don’t see a name on it!”
“Find somewhere else to park,” Minseok snapped, and stormed away to go find his own car. He washed off the key at work. Evidence or whatever. No red paint on him.
There was a grumpy little letter on his front door and the damn car was still there. Minseok was too tired to even thing about it, slamming the front door of his house and trying to put off all the looming work he knew he had to accomplish. They argued from time to time. The guy’s name was Jongin, and the gym bag was because he taught dance, no wonder. But having a nice butt and a pretty face didn’t excuse the rudeness.
“Want me to give you a lift to your car?” Jongin called, way too cheery for the early hour.
Minseok ignored him and then grumped all the way to his classes.
There was no compromise, just Jongin politely leaning up against his car sometimes and watching like Minseok was going to key it in a fit of pique. Again.
“Isn’t it good exercise to walk to your car?” Minseok asked. He was leaning up against Jongin’s car as Jongin approached. He had his keys put away, so there was that, but Jongin scanned the car anyway.
“Aren’t you a student? You probably need it with all that stress.”
Minseok’d show him stress. Or not, as Jongin leaned in, slow, and kissed him. That was-that was okay, really, and Minseok moaned, his back arching against the side of the car as Jongin pressed against him. He gripped Jongin’s hips, moaning into their kisses and finding it impossible not to do so as Jongin began to grind his cock against Minseok’s.
They gasped, and pulled apart because, right, daylight. And he grabbed Jongin’s arm and pulled him inside. He could stand to miss a class.
Two cars couldn’t fit into the space, at least, until they could because his neighbor got a new, tiny electric car. Their cars coexisted happily, and so did they.
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Prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqLqcRpdVj0#t=174 xiukai au of this please with a lil poodle tho <3
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Minseok wasn’t sure who was more excited, him or the trembling puppy. The dog was no doubt feeding off of his nervous energy, but the moment Jongin saw the soft, curly brown fluffball in his arms, he knew Jongin would be happy. Happy about the ring, too, he hoped. The camera was an awkward fit on his head and he hoped watching it wasn’t going to make them dizzy later, but Chanyeol stalked along behind him with his own camera. Jongin was just unaware, coworkers staying back.
“Hey, Minseok said, edging around the corner of Jongin’s cubicle.
Jongin blinked at him, a smile tugging at his lips, one of confusion: from Minseok being there in the middle of the work day, the weird thing strapped to his forehead. And then, seeing the puppy in his arms with the sweet red bow around her neck.
It was probably cruel, because he saw Jongin’s heart melting right there, and Minseok hadn’t even got to the question.
“What are you doing here? Who is this?” Jongin asked, approaching them.
Minseok and the dog both froze, and Minseok finally remembered how to get down on a knee before Jongin could tackle him.
“Kim Jongin, I love you, and-“ Ah, the ring. There, just like that. “Will you marry us?”
Minseok ignored the laughter around them, all he cared was that Jongin pulled him up and took his ring. Took the puppy, too, for that matter, and let Minseok hug them both after Jongin finally put Minseok’s heart at ease and said yes.
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Prompt: xiukai take part in a fertility ritual to bless their new marriage
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The air was heavy with a scent wafting into the room. Some aphrodisiac, maybe, not that they needed it as Minseok lounged back against the long but narrow bed. They had been ushed in together just hours after their wedding, taken apart separately and their eyes smudged, lips painted with something that made them feel swollen and tingling. Jongin’s eyes were heavy, and when the robe fell down his arms, his cock was thick against his belly.
He touched Minseok’s face and it sent a flush against his skin.
“I need you,” Jongin said, and Minseok nodded, throwing open his thighs, slick with oil from his preparations. That night was only a taste of what was to come. He’d swallowed down Jongin’s come on the night they had been promised, as Jongin did as well, but their lips were painted so that they wouldn’t be tempted by that this night. Neither wanted that burning on their cocks when they had a night in front of them like no other. This was an awaking, an opening, baring them whole to each other so that there were no barriers to their joining. The air was still cloying but Jongin’s breath had his cock twitching, lifting his hips as Jongin poised over him and held his cock just there against Minseok.
“I give everything to you,” Jongin said, and Minseok nodded, baring his throat and moaning through the burning, delicious slide of Jongin’s cock. That was his. Not just that night but every night after.
“I take all of you,” Minseok moaned, and lifted his hips to meet Jongin’s rocking, his mouth on fire, his body, his skin slicking with heat and effort. Jongin’s groan sounded almost like pain, eyes closing for a moment as he reveled in Minseok’s body for the first time. He’d been waiting. He’d been waiting so long.
“Gorgeous,” Jongin said and Minseok’s chest lifted as Jongin bent toward him, Jongin’s teeth, his lips, his tongue, catching at Minseok’s nipples, sucking them, lathing them until they were stiff and tender. His nipples throbbed in time with his cock, and he tried to push them into Jongin’s eager mouth, the skin of them burning from what had been smeared on Jongin’s lips.
“Jongin,” he moaned, almost forgetting to breathe. His thighs rubbed restless on Jongin’s sides as Jongin’s cock continued to slide into him and Jongin worshipped his chest with a single-minded focus until Minseok’s cock was rubbing wet trails along his belly. Minseok was gasping for air when Jongin’s teeth scraped up to his collarbone, panted breaths against his neck as Jongin began to fuck urgent and quick, rocking them both until he could barely breathe, until his whole focal point of pleasure was Jongin’s cock lighting him on fire inside. Minseok gasped just before he came against both of their bellies, come dripping down his skin as he clutched at Jongin’s back and squeezed tight as Jongin moaned and came in him. He didn’t know if there were drums beating outside or if it was his own heart but he moaned and knew they were only half complete. His cock twitched between them, still hard, Minseok pulled up Jongin’s head, kissing him, sucking Jongin’s tongue into his mouth and swearing his own oath.
“I’ll give everything to you,” he promised, and Jongin moaned, pulling away from Minseok and leaving him empty, but twisting and pulling Minseok with him so that they had traded places and Minseok was poised between his legs with his cock just as desperate as before he had come. They would call that a good omen, and Minseok’s hands were shaking as he tried to steady his cock to press into Jongin. If he could just get fully in before coming, he wouldn’t embarrass himself, with Jongin’s body glorious and arched and offering. He wanted to lick all over Jongin’s belly and suck marked into his chest and Minseok steadied himself with Jongin’s thighs as he slid, little by little into Jongin.
“All of it. Want all of you,” Jongin panted, his eyes wild as his hips pressed up and eager. It slid them together, locked them together, cemented what their life would be together - giving to each other and the promise of that night, everything they were laid open in the most important ritual of their lives. Jongin was so tight, moaning like the gods to whom they implored. He reached for Jongin’s hands, squeezing them tight as he struggled against the pleasures of Jongin’s body. So close. Too much. They’d waited so long and he needed too much. Jongin moaned, his throat convulsing as Minseok body decided then, now, that he couldn’t take it any more.
“Please,” Jongin pleaded, and then. Then.
He let one of Jongin’s hands go and Jongin moaned under him and grabbed his own cock, jerking even faster than Minseok’s thrusts and almost undulating as he tried to fuck himself on Minseok’s cock. He bit his lip and met Jongin’s eyes and Jongin knew who was fucking him and pleasing him when Jongin arched and came all over his belly. He’d lick that skin clean soon, Minseok thought, and moaned, gripping Jongin’s hips and feeling pleasure grip him. His everything, Jongin was his everything, and Minseok moaned and pressed deep, hips rocking as he came and gave Jongin everything he had.
His body was still thrumming, throbbing, when he curled at Jongin’s side and felt Jongin’s lips rubbing against his, soft, parting together, moaning, their lips still burning but soothed as they wound together.
When the sun rose, they were at last asleep, smeared with the sticky remnants of their last mating and dried remnants of others. The ritual was complete. And if they had been lucky…they would see.
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Prompt: http://dailyexo.tumblr.com/post/113591741575/xiumin-150314-exoplanet-2-the-exoluxion-in can u write me jongin admiring minseok's back ahhh this sounds strange sorry
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Jongin thought he had it all under control. He had rationalized away the little bubbly feelings when Minseok smiled, and he’d gotten over the lip bites, and the voice.
He told himself that anyway, and being determined to be over it was half the battle.
He’d seen Minseok shirtless before. There wasn’t any mystery to it. There was no reason, right at that time, to look up and watch cloth sliding down over Minseok’s shoulders. Minseok was in his own world, turning around and then away again, and not noticing Jongin’s crisis. Shoulder blades, the bunching of muscles as Minseok struggled to get his cuffs undone. The long dip of his spine, the flare of his ribs. Jongin’s eyes darted up, taking in the line of Minseok’s shoulders. He wanted to kiss right there, right at the base of Minseok’s neck. He wanted to slide his hands into Minseok’s lower back and feel the solid curve of it as Minseok leaned into him. He wanted to press his head there, right there in the center of Minseok’s back and listen for his heartbeat.
That scared him more than wanting to rub himself all over Minseok did.
Minseok turned, brandishing a shampoo bottle something like a sword, and Jongin realized he wasn’t very good at being determined.
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Prompt: http://ask.fm/coleymerrin/answer/126251954806 happy ending for this pls <3 (admiring Minseok's back)
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Minseok made so many little sounds when Jongin rubbed against his back. There was cloth in the way, but Jongin knew what it felt like to have his hands slick against that skin. But he wasn’t touching to arouse that time, but to soothe, and Minseok hummed as Jongin did his best to turn him into jelly, relaxed and ready to sink into sleep. That meant stroking along his head and neck, and digging his fingers into Minseok’s shoulders, and down along his spine. Each little grunt of satisfaction had his grin notching up a bit. He was going to have to record that one night and let Minseok know just what he sounded like. Jongin’s encouragement was a pleased exhale from Minseok, feeling his muscles start to give, feeling the tension leaving him as his sounds got quieter and further apart.
Jongin slowly gentled his kneading, until he was simply rubbing against Minseok’s back, sweeping up and down and continuing even as he turned out the light and lowered himself down until he could press against Minseok’s side. He nuzzled against Minseok’s hair as he stroked, and relaxed, his own eyelids getting heavier as he felt Minseok slip into sleep.
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Prompt: xiukai used to be in a successful boy band together in the 90s, 15 years later jongin finds minseok and they 'reconnect' aka bang and live happily ever after
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They had changed. Obviously, both of them had. They weren’t teenagers any more for one thing. Minseok had gone on to more executive-type things in the industry with the implosion of their group, and Jongin to the creative side. But they hadn’t ended up in the same company, so what murmurs he heard of Minseok had been as a rival instead of the guy he’d spent years of his life practicing beside in hopes of being the next famous star. Minseok was in a suit, and Jongin had already abandoned his jacket at the awards afterparty, his shirtsleeves rolled up and tie loosened. He didn’t have to look nice any more, because there weren’t any cameras any more.
“Jongin.”
Minseok had the same voice, a little firmer, a little smoother maybe. He knew his place. Once, they’d have bumped shoulders, and Jongin didn’t know if he was even supposed to reach out and shake Minseok’s hand.
“It’s been a long time.”
Since…Since the end. Since two of their group had decided it wasn’t for them any more and the company had sent all of them packing.
Abandoned.
Jongin had felt betrayed by all of them for a long time. But Minseok hadn’t been to blame. He’d been just as abandoned. He hadn’t fought for them, but Jongin hadn’t either, changing his phone number and ready to drop out of the industry entirely before he’d been scouted by another agency.
Minseok grinned, and Jongin did, too. They’d changed. But his stomach swooped when he realized it was for the better.
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Prompt: •“hOOOoooOo shit, so you’re the older sibling my best friend always talks about hahah wow tHEY NEVER BOTHERED TELLING ME YOU WERE THIS HOT” au xiukai
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Jongin’s first reaction upon meeting Minseok, on finding out who he was, was anger. What was the point of being best friends with someone when he had not been warned about the hotness of the elusive older brother that Jongin had never met? Sure, there had been pictures but not all of them had been recent and frankly the pictures had sucked all around. But no, there Minseok was, standing in the entrance of the house Jongin had been to almost as much as his own house, and getting a dawning look on his face.
“Oh! Jongin! Your name gets brought up a lot when I come home,” Minseok said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
It’s nice to finally find out how hot you are, Jongin’s brain supplied, but in reality he mumbled something polite and bowed. He definitely didn’t drool, not even a little, when Minseok led him back into the house.
“Everyone is out right now, so I’m all you’ve got.”
Everyone else, who? Jongin eyed Minseok’s thighs and cleared his throat, hoping to get out at least one intelligent sentence.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“If you listen to my brother, it was all lies.” Though Minseok stopped. “Unless they were good things?”
He wondered if Minseok was dating anyone. He wondered on a scale of 1-10 how horrible it’d be to have to tell his friend he’d just asked out his brother.
He was pretty sure it’d be worth it.
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