[Fic] Fluster - 1/1
Title: Fluster
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairings: Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Lay/Suho, Xiumin/Suho, Zhou Mi/Suho, Chen/Suho, Sehun/Suho
Warnings: sexual situations, ABO
Summary: 27 various request prompts of varying genres including smut.
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Prompt: suho wearing a fluffy jumper and kai gets embarrassingly turned on. cuddles/snuggles after taking care of his hard on >:D
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It was red and white and it wasn’t even ugly, just soft and cozy-looking like Joonmyun was waiting for a snuggle. Or maybe to be snuggled on. It bared his belly when Joonmyun stretched, and Jongin blew out a breath, knowing what the skin felt like under all that soft fluffiness, but he wondered how pulling Joonmyun up against him would feel, dressed like that.
“Hey,” he said, running his hand down Joonmyun’s belly and all but petting the sweater.
Something in that tone had Joonmyun’s eyes widening, looking him up and down and leaning toward him.
“Hey,” Joonmyun said, tilting his head up and offering a kiss that teased more than anything else. And Jongin was just about to whine, just a little, when Joonmyun’s hand slid across his thigh. And then a little higher, and then all warm and cupping him through his pants. “Who’s this for?”
“If you have to ask,” Jongin warned, and his breath hitched as Joonmyun caught at his lower lip, stroking him through the fabric until Jongin had the thought to fumble open his pants to let Joonmyun’s fingers in. And that, that was perfect, making him shudder as Joonmyun kissed him and nuzzled against his jaw, against his neck. Joonmyun made him moan, the dry friction growing slicker, more insistent as he curled into Joonmyun and pressed his nose into Joonmyun shoulder. The sweater was soft and Joonmyun smelled so good, and he came, moaning against Joonmyun and listening to Joonmyun purr his satisfaction of it. And if Joonmyun minded having Jongin mostly slumped over him and holding on, he certainly didn’t let Jongin know.
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Prompt: Suho rimming catboy Kai? <3
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Jongin squirmed, really squirmed, as Joonmyun ran his nails up the back of Jongin’s thighs. His shirt was all rucked up, his pants abandoned somewhere in the hallway, and Joonmyun knew just how desperate that Jongin was. He was hard, pulsing against his belly with every heartbeat, and Joonmyun was absolutely going to take care of that for him. He just had somewhere else in mind first, and Jongin gasped at the first gentle circling of his fingertip. He was slick, had been so since before Joonmyun had walked in the door probably, and Joonmyun loved it. And when he bent to taste, Jongin’s gasp sounded almost pained. Jongin had always loved his fingers there, loved to be bent over or pressed down and urging Joonmyun to take him. But Joonmyun’s mouth seemed to do something else to him entirely. Maybe it was the fact that Joonmyun’s tongue was wet and warm, spreading and swirling, teasing while all the while doing just exactly what Jongin wanted. Jongin wheezed as Joonmyun’s tongue wiggled against him, and not just that, but into him. Pressing firm, and finding a way, he didn’t get deep but it was enough for Jongin to feel, to know he got just as deep as he could. And Joonmyun moaned against him, hearing Jongin’s whimpers, letting his tongue do what he was always thinking of. And he gasped as Jongin jolted, squeezing down so tight around him. Jongin shuddered in rhythmic little bursts before he relaxed, and Joonmyun soothed him one last time before lifting his head. There, Jongin’s hands were gripping the pillows, and his belly was wet, and Joonmyun’s lips curved as Jongin’s flushed face. He’d come from that. For Joonmyun.
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Prompt: hi coley!!!! reread guardian again and it was just as (if not more) glorious~~~ i was wondering if you could write me a sequel type thing w sukai and their child? lots of cuteness and firsts and cuddles please. thank you :-) hope you're having a loooovely day!! Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/486525.html
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Anyone who got near their tent was serenaded to sweetest, helpless laughter, tiny toes curling as the little boy rolled over and tried to both squirm away and curl closer to Suho’s tickling hand. He was so quick on his hands and knees, his eyes bright just like Kai’s, and Suho nearly burst with joy some mornings when he got smiles with tiny teeth and babbles as he was reached for. He’d been born almost a year earlier, a squirming wet little thing into Suho’s hands as Kai had stood beside him, frozen and anxious. He’d had so much dark hair, was so angry at being thrust into the cold. But he was Kai’s son, and he was Suho’s.
Sometimes Sehun stole him, walking outside with him and making him gurgle as Suho napped. Every bad habit he knew would come from Sehun, Kai groused. Not that he would have had it any other way.
And when Kai entered the tent, the squeal was immediate like Suho was so much yucky liver as he was about to scurry on increasingly quick hands and knees. Their smiles were the same, father and son, and Suho helped the child push himself up against the edge of the bed as they both considered his father’s arrival.
“Welcome home,” Suho said. “Don’t come any closer. I think your son wants to show you something.”
There was a wobble, a frown, flexing knees like he wanted to get down on the ground and go like he’d learned how to. But Kai was right there, just a little ways away, and Suho held his breath at the first wobbled step, at the second, the third, and the squeal of joy as Kai lifted the child into his arms.
“Da,” he was told.
“I’m glad to see you, too. You’re getting too big,” Kai said, dropping down so that he was pressed against Suho as well, their cheeks rubbing together.
“Soon enough he’ll be riding out with you,” Suho said, stroking the child’s hair.
“We’ll let him run first,” Jongin said, but he was obviously proud in that thought. There were a few more moments before the bell for food would be rung, and they were content to spend it together.
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Prompt: i'm sukai-deprived lol. how about kai welcoming suho home when he comes back from india and showing him just how much he missed him (with a blowjob or more). ty <3 -a shy admirer of your writing
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Joonmyun was tired, satisfied but tired, and Jongin leaped off the couch to grab Joonmyun’s bags. He didn’t just want the gifts he knew Joonmyun had brought back, but just being near Joonmyun was what he wanted. The others let him wave them off, letting Joonmyun into his room, let him feel how nice it was to be home before Jongin pointed him in the direction of the shower. He’d get off all the stale plane air and smell of himself, and it would relax him.
Jongin would relax him, too, he thought, watching as Joonmyun stripped and watching as he washed, lazy, rinsing his hair clean and rubbing at it with a towel. And when he saw Jongin watching, Jongin saw that he wasn’t too tired for his cock to twitch.
“What all did you miss?” Jongin asked. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his thumb and let Joonmyun extrapolate from there.
“Am I going to be able to stay awake for you?” Joonmyun asked. It was almost midnight and Joonmyun’s one good chance to get his sleeping schedule back on track.
“I’ll be quick,” he promised. And Joonmyun’s rising cock promised that, too. Joonmyun spread out on the bed, a few new bruises from his travels, groaning as his muscles began to give. And he gasped, his hips moving as Jongin sucked Joonmyun’s cock into his mouth. It took just a little more stroking to get him harder, picturing Joonmyun alone and jerking off while wishing Jongin was there to make him feel good. And Joonmyun felt so good to him, lifting up against his mouth and moaning as Jongin sucked. He was going to help Joonmyun come for every day they’d been apart, but not right then. Then he just wanted Joonmyun to spasm, like that, for his thighs to shake as he came in Jongin’s mouth. Joonmyun was so still, breathing hard as Jongin moved, pulling up his sheet and his blankets and covering him, warming him.
“Missed you,” Joonmyun whispered.
He knew.
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Prompt: hiiii coley!! could you write me "someday" from jongin's pov? when he first falls for junmyeon/how ksoo sent him to pick up a drunk junmyeon/what sleeping with him was like? that fic is one of my all time favorites ever but jongin was sooo tsundere hahaha. thank you, lots of love!! Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/457141.html
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Jongin might not have know, but for some loose lips. He wasn’t naming names but the guy was one of the only ones taller than him in their section. Had it been any other situation, he might’ve been weirded out, or really anxious to finally get his transfer. But somewhere on day two, he’d looked up to see Joonmyun laughing with someone. And it wasn’t some sort of light beaming from the heavens, but it had been cute. The next time had been, too. And Joonmyun was sort of quiet but he led when leading needed to happen, and he sprinkled his time around to the others, not just Jongin. But that unnamed person said something, and the group outings, the smiles, Jongin saw them as a little more. It also let him see his own bit of noticing as something more, too. And he caught on, and realized maybe Joonmyun had a plan, and Joonmyun was around him a lot, so it could happen.
Until Joonmyun went on a date.
That was when Jongin questioned his whole thought process and wondered if said tall guy could be wrong. But Joonmyun didn’t avoid looking at anyone else like he did with Jongin. He just didn’t. And the groping, that was not Jongin’s finest hour, but he was faced with a good looking guy trying to take out his handsome supervisor, and he’d had two options, really. Grab Joonmyun and beg him not to go and go out with Jongin instead, or do something drastic. Drastic had been the groping. Had he had more than twenty seconds to consider it, maybe he’d have gone with a different plan, and as it was, Joonmyun had still left. He hadn’t seen a butt squeeze as a desperate plea to look at Jongin instead. That was why Jongin had stayed late, too gross feeling to go home, and that was why he was there when Joonmyun texted Kyungsoo.
He was thrilled, really, that the date hadn’t worked out. Thrilled to get the opportunity to sail out to go find Joonmyun and have an excuse to do so, right up until he saw how sad Joonmyun was. Joonmyun didn’t exist in a vacuum. He could be hurt. His compliments were so baldly obvious to anyone who wasn’t drunk that Jongin couldn’t have missed them. He wanted to ask why Joonmyun was sad about someone else, when Jongin right there, if he still wanted Jongin. No, he wasn’t taking Joonmyun home to compromise him, he was taking him home because he felt guilty, because Joonmyun was a friend, too, and not just a guy he liked. He didn’t know what to do or say to make Joonmyun smile again, but he was going to be there if Joonmyun needed something.
If Joonmyun needed him.
But all of that was superfluous when Jongin went back into his room to find Joonmyun on his belly and half burritoed into his blankets and fast asleep. His face was still a little flushed from alcohol but Jongin folded up Joonmyun’s clothes and got all parts of him but his neck and head covered Jongin paused halfway, reaching and pressing the backs of his fingers against Joonmyun’s cheek.
“Sorry,” he whispered. For his part in it. “I hope you give me another chance.”
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Prompt: sukai with one of them being a dumb demon bf? :3
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No one would look at Jongin and thing, “Ah, a demon.” At least, perhaps if they’d never gotten him angry. But even then, even when he was fuming or stomping or pouting in a chair, that would’ve have been their first description. They would have thought, oh, what a charming young man. What pretty eyes he has. They were certainly dark, and sometimes Joonmyun thought that when Jongin looked at him sometimes, that he could almost feel how Jongin looked at him.
Jongin’s skin, instead of being cooler, was warm. That had been the first thing that Joonmyun had been drawn to - no, not just how Jongin looked in his tight pants - the way that his hand had felt heated when Jongin had clasped it. That night, Jongin had been quiet and reserved and Joonmyun had nearly wanted to crawl into his lap and purr.
No one who thought Jongin was quiet had seen him hopping around dramatically on one foot when he stubbed his toe, or when he laughed like a horrible hypocrite when Joonmyun did the same. Jongin also stole the blankets, though Joonmyun suspected that was a ploy to get Joonmyun closer. When Jongin kissed him, his knees went weak.
“I need to go to work,” Joonmyun laughed, resting his head on the locked bathroom door as Jongin sang in the shower.
He would not have traded Jongin for anything.
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Prompt: coley~ i'd like to request for sukai with ''Hey. Are you [insert name]? Did you do your laundry last night? I think this underwear belongs to you. You forgot it in the dryer and it got mixed in my laundry instead. (who writes their names on their underwear anyways)’ AU.'
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Joonmyun was flustered, towels tumbling out of his arms as he was carrying them toward their destination, because he’d been startled by the door chime. He glared at the offending towels and skidded his way to the entry. He didn’t even check to see who it was, breathless and expecting a familiar face. And that…that was definitely not a familiar face. Though, it also was. He’d seen that face before. Someone on another floor, he thought.
“Are you…Kim Joonmyun?” the man asked, his voice surprising Joonmyun a bit. “I live downstairs. Jongin. Did you do laundry recently?”
The towels behind him were proof of that. Though he’d have to see if they could be salvaged or if he’d have to wash them again.
“I did? Uh. Nice to meet you?”
They stared at each other for a moment, nodding as a greeting.
“I was sorting out my laundry after I washed and I found this mixed in in the dryer. You’re the only one with that name in the building, and your name is on it…?”
Joonmyun knew that gray waistband that attached to the blue briefs. They looked almost cute, neat and folded in Jongin’s hands as he offered them like they were some kind of a gift. Joonmyun reached out and took them automatically, and yes, there was his writing there.
“Thank you,” he said, and then had no idea what else to say. Thanks for rescuing his rogue underwear. Thank you, they looked better when Jongin was holding them.
Jongin shifted, and then instead of making a move to go, he asked, “Why do you have your name written on them?”
“Well, it’s not because I usually leave them where they’re not supposed to be,” Joonmyun said, trying to be funny about it. “I used to take my clothes home to wash them, and my brother wears the same size, so I got in the habit before I’d even left home.”
“I have sisters, so I guess I never had that problem,” Jongin said, laughing a bit.
“I guess it’s like a collar, now, huh? If found, please return to owner. My underwear picks up guys better than I do.”
And that was supposed to be a joke, too, but Jongin mostly choked instead, and Joonmyun was mortified, because he was fairly certain he just made a pass at the guy who was nice enough to return his belongings.
“I really do- Really, thanks for finding me.”
“Sure,” Jongin croaked. And again, they stared at each other. “I think. They’d do better if you were in them. Picking up guys, I mean.”
If he were-
“I could want some coffee,” Joonmyun blurted. “Do you…? I can buy you something.”
Not just as thanks. Jongin was regarding him like he was going to go off like a bottle rocket, but he did nod, so Joonmyun didn’t feel like he was coercing him. Joonmyun got the underwear set aside, grabbing his wallet and shoving his feet into shoes. At least he’d been dressed, and though he wasn’t wearing those underwear, he was wearing a different pair. And he slipped out into the hall with Jongin and left his towels still sprawled on the floor, forgotten.
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Prompt: sukai abo
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The only thing worse than going into heat was going into heat on a starship, while still docked. At least off of the colony, or way away from one of the refueling stations Joonmyun could just ride it out - lock himself into his cabin with a few books that he’d try to concentrate on in between spikes of arousal and try not to dehydrate. In dock, and without clearance to leave, his options were limited. His cabin wasn’t secure enough, and he didn’t trust the alphas that would come sniffing around. It left only one place, the remnants of a cell that a previous owner had constructed. Joonmyun had worked on it, engineered it to only open, inside or out, from his own biometric scans. It kept him safe, because no one was able to break in, and it took quite a lot of effort on his part to be able to break out while still in heat.
It was all planned.
Except that he’d raided his water and food on a past flight, and with his skin already slicked with sweat and the cell locked down, he groaned, the back of his head slamming against the wall. All he had were empties.
And a comm. The port staff sounded amused at his request. But it was like any kind of quarantine, only it was his own thoughtlessness than had gotten him into the situation. He was going to be a punchline for months, omega captain locks himself away for a heat only to forget necessities of survival. Joonmyun grimaced, his mind drifting through a fog of increasingly filthy fantasies.
Joonmyun’s eyes opened just a moment before the knock, and the hand that had rapped against the metal jerked back. Alpha. A young alpha, in a very official port ranger outfit, all buttons and angles and legs. They could’ve sent a beta. The man in front of him had to have been a new employee, or the victim of a prank.
“They sent an alpha,” Joonmyun said, still not believing. Maybe it was punishment for him.
“Kim Jongin,” he was told, a bag heavy from one hand. “Where do you want me to put this?”
“There’s an input on the left,” Joonmyun said, tugging at the already-loose collar of his shirt. Not big enough for a human to get through, but he half wanted to suggest Jongin try. The sound of the water and food rolling into the narrow slot was loud, and Joonmyun hit a button on his end that let them slide down into a protective pouch on his side of the metal. Not just food, but the good stuff. He’d end up paying a nice credit for that, but he couldn’t care right then as Jongin finished sliding the supplies through. They stared at each other through the clear field for a moment, and Joonmyun almost reached to touch. He’d have gotten a nasty shock. He could smell Jongin’s interest, and his own. Jongin didn’t move.
Joonmyun rested his hand on his thigh. “Are you staying around to watch?”
Maybe, he wasn’t sure, but Jongin might’ve blushed a little. “No, I’m going. My extension is 2868. If you..need anything else.”
Joonmyun closed his eyes when he was alone. There was another fantasy.
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Prompt: sukai abo continuation
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Necessities taken care of, it was hard to justify reaching out again. Joonmyun was pretty sure Jongin hadn’t given him his extension to hear about Joonmyun’s non-essential needs, ones he’d taken care of on his own for years on his own.
But when he made it 24 hours, he couldn’t help it. If Jongin wasn’t interested, so be it. But he needed something that wasn’t his mind - because he’d left access to videos away from himself. Poor, poor planning.
Joonmyun’s eyes closed for a moment when Jongin answered.
“Have you ever been told you have a nice voice?” Joonmyun asked, and Jongin half laughed.
“Not recently. Thank you? Did you need something?”
Unless he was eating for hibernation, Jongin had to know Joonmyun still had supplies left. But he wasn’t calling to be deceptive.
“You brought me plenty of supplies, thank you. I don’t know the extension of many alphas, and you offered, so…” Maybe not for what Joonmyun had in mind, but he’d offered all the same. “Are you sure you didn’t want to watch?”
It took a moment to catch Jongin’s next words which amounted to, if he watched Joonmyun then Joonmyun might watch him, and that, Joonmyun thought, was kind of the whole point.
“Are you shy?” Joonmyun asked.
Jongin made a sound, and Joonmyun groaned.
“He’s shy,” Joonmyun said to the ceiling, like it personally had caused such a thing to happen. It did terrible things to him, things it probably shouldn’t have.
“No,” Jongin said, firm that time. “I’d just rather not just…watch.”
“You’re making me regret I probably won’t be in this port during my next heat,” Joonmyun said, and at that, Jongin really did laugh, one of delight.
“If you are,” Jongin said, and again, with that little veneer of shyness.
“If you have another minute, would you… Will you help me? Just talk to me. How did you get your job? What’s your favorite food? Your favorite planet?”
Jongin hesitated a moment, but his voice steadied after the first few words, and unless Joonmyun was imagining things, his voice pitched just a bit lower. He talked, and Joonmyun bit his lip, trying not to whimper into the comm, to make Jongin stop. When Joonmyun gasped, Jongin faltered only a moment before finishing his sentence and Joonmyun rested his head against the wall.
“Now I know a little more about you,” Joonmyun said, and knew that Jongin had to know that he’d gotten off while Jongin was talking. “Thank you, Jongin. Maybe I’ll stop to say hi when I’m back one day.”
Joonmyun curled into a ball, satisfied for at least a moment, and knowing he wouldn’t contact Jongin that way again. Though he was so grateful, and he dreamed of rows of shining buttons and soft lips against his skin.
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Prompt: coley, that sukai continuation wound up being so a do ra ble!!! aww i hope jm returns so he can do more than watch and listen to shy (alpha!!) jongin. thank you, you're amazing for completing so many requests <3
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Joonmyun wasn’t sure that Jongin was going to recognize him, considering he didn’t know what his face had looked like in the middle of his heat. His hair had probably been disgusting, and sweaty besides. But Jongin looked up, saw him, glanced down and then looked up again. The way Jongin’s eyes went a little wide, yeah, Joonmyun knew that Jongin recognized him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not due for any more surprises,” Joonmyun said, holding up a hand to hopefully keep Jongin from worrying. Not only that Joonmyun wasn’t due for a heat, but that Joonmyun wasn’t there to jump him.
Though when Jongin stood up, he appreciated that his heat-lust hadn’t led him wrong with how Jongin was proportioned in his uniform.
“Can I help you?” Jongin asked, and Joonmyun didn’t even get a chance to raise his eyebrows before Jongin was flushing. But that was cute, and Joonmyun couldn’t bear to tease him.
“You kept me from trying to eat my arm or something the last time I was here,” Joonmyun said. “So I wanted to thank you.”
“No thanks are necessary,” Jongin tried to say, but Joonmyun cut him off.
“I know, it’s your job. But you didn’t just help, but made sure I knew I wasn’t just abandoned there. Not everyone would’ve done that. I really appreciated that, truly.”
“Everyone has times they just need…other people.”
Joonmyun nodded, and pulled a bag out of the larger bag he was holding. “So, like I said. I know you probably have regulations against gifts or whatever, but I figured no one would care if I gave you this.”
Jongin was so serious, pulling down the cloth that covered the oblong shaped object. But he made a soft sound when he’d full unwrapped it, not much larger than the size of his palm, but a pure, enduring blue.
“It’s a thought crystal, a dime a dozen on Prima VII. People use it to focus, or something, but the color reminded me of your uniform, and- It makes a good paperweight, anyway?”
Jongin was grinning, watching how the stone frosted against his finger and then cleared. “That’s really cool. I didn’t- Thank you.”
“You can take it as apology, too, I guess,” Joonmyun said, leaning back on his hands to keep from reaching and touching the stone as well.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Jongin told him.
It was nice to hear, even if Joonmyun wasn’t so sure. Still, when Jongin looked at him that time, his smile wasn’t quite as shy, and his posture not quite so wary. Which was good. Omegas didn’t typically jump alphas, and he wasn’t going to break that mold.
“Do you like food? I mean, eating…Um. Did you want to get a meal together?” Joonmyun eventually got out. “When you’re off duty?”
“I like food, and eating,” Jongin said. “I know a good place. It’s not expensive, but I like it. They don’t hassle omegas there, either.”
An assurance. Joonmyun left with a reminder of the time they would meet, and the memory of another smile following after him.
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Prompt: coley >_< sukai with both of them strung/pent up and just need release with each other?
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Joonmyun was frustrated that his clothes weren’t cooperating, so much so that he almost roared when he finally got his shirt to shake off his arm. Jongin was almost already naked, his briefs jutting with his erection, and that, that was getting in him and fast. Jongin had been grumbling and eyeing him almost the moment he’d gotten home, and Joonmyun had been all for it, all for him.
Joonmyun was squeezing lube onto his fingers before he even got onto the bed, dripping with it, spreading his legs in Jongin’s direction and plunging his fingers into himself like Jongin needed some kind of roadmap. But his hand was reaching for Jongin’s cock instead when Jongin got his knees on the bed, getting him slick, but most importantly, guiding him where he was needed. Jongin grunted as he slid into Joonmyun, his cock hard and it took only two thrusts before he was buried, and that was all the adjustment he got before Joonmyun was begging him, reaching for him, kissing him as Jongin’s hips started moving.
“Come on, just. Fuck! Fuck me,” Joonmyun moaned, gripping hard on Jongin’s back and thrusting up to meet him as they both moaned and worked each other faster. Joonmyun’s mouth latched onto Jongin’s shoulder, sucking, biting, moaning, his cock slick and leaking against Jongin’s belly. Jongin took him hard, no foreplay, no teasing, just pulling Joonmyun’s hips into his and angling so that Joonmyun saw stars, babbling, his cock throbbing, lungs desperate.
“Jongin. Jongin. Jong-in, oh,” Joonmyun moaned, lips lifting desperately as he rubbed himself against Jongin’s skin. He came all over himself between them, Jongin’s skin slick under his hands, and his hips just as desperate.
“Yes,” Jongin said, his hips slapping hard, and his moan was deep and long as he came for Joonmyun.
Jongin’s head flopped down beside Joonmyun’s, his heart thundering. It was about time.
“We averted disaster,” Joonmyun said to the ceiling, and Jongin snorted at him.
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Prompt: coley~~ if you're not too busy could i request a sukai with this prompt otpdisaster(.)tumblr(.)com/post/116540775955/person-b-awfully-annoyed-by-their-roommate-person hehehe thank you!!!
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With a few exceptions, like when all of Joonmyun could be seen was from his eyeballs to his nose when their heater had broken, Joonmyun was smiling. Sure, he stubbed his toe now and again, or something like that, but the rest of the time he was aggressively happy, like he’d been injected with a cheerleader and a good fairy all at once. Joonmyun said he’d learned to be that way, because it kept him motivated, it helped him at work, and if he could just motor through life that way, then he didn’t have to acknowledge his own grime at the bottom. Jongin wondered what was underneath all of that though, and just wanted one passive-aggressive retort, one time that Joonmyun would pile all of Jongin’s dirty clothes on his pillow because he’d dumped them in with Joonmyun’s again.
Instead he got his clean clothes neatly folded and Joonmyun smiling as he asked if Jongin wanted soup for dinner.
It was a shriek that jostled Jongin out of sleep, and his first thought was a neighbor, until he realized that the sob that followed it was far too close. There was one more sound, loud, desperate, and Jongin was moving, untangling himself from his blankets and running to Joonmyun’s part of the room. Joonmyun was awake, Jongin could see that as he flicked at the flight, having woke himself with that last shout. The whole mattress was shaking under him, tears streaking his cheeks and his eyes, normally curved and happy, were agonized, destroyed.
Joonmyun just let him sit, let himself be pulled in, trembling against Jongin as Jongin gently patted at his back, rubbing a little. Jongin’s shoulder was damp before the sobs subsided, before Joonmyun’s breathing grew a little less ragged.
“Thanks. Sorry, thanks,” Joonmyun said, realizing suddenly that he was using Jongin as a body pillow.
“It’s okay. Did you want to talk…?”
“No,” Joonmyun said, and that was decisive there. Jongin nodded, and Joonmyun still looked shattered, like if they turned off the light, he was just going to curl into a ball and hope whatever had haunted his dreams wouldn’t return. And Jongin could still feel the trembles in Joonmyun’s lower back. He didn’t want to just leave Joonmyun to that. He could’ve used one of Joonmyun’s pep talks right then, or a smile himself, and he was just trying to give that back, make Joonmyun not feel so heavy.
“I could use some eggs,” Jongin said. “Do you want some eggs?”
A snack in the middle of the night, why not. Joonmyun swiped at his face with a tissue, his lashes still wet, but he nodded, smiling a little. And Jongin relaxed, just a little, part of the world back in order.
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Prompt: sukai - suho calling or texting kai during glory day filming about his super great costars and the locale
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Joonmyun had endless things to say, about his trip, about arriving, about table readings and touring their filming sets, and touring just to look at places nearby. Plus, there were meals to be described, and some of those came with pictures shot off with lightning speed to Jongin’s phone, and musings on if they had restaurants like that there, if they delivered, if Jongin had had something just like that anywhere.
Most of the time Jongin hadn’t, but he felt like he had, felt like he’d eaten with everyone Joonmyun had eaten with, knew half of them by their face alone in Joonmyun’s pictures.
There were silly texts when Joonmyun was too busy to call, more of locations, of Joonmyun’s shoes, of a tiny scratch that Joonmyun was making out to be some great rift in the tectonic plates of his skin.
Jongin didn’t worry if Joonmyun would just not want to come back. Jongin had had to make him swear that he had to enjoy being there and not ask after everyone and every schedule. Jongin thought Joonmyun was still secretly texting one of the managers. As long as Joonmyun was having a good time, he’d come back to them stronger than ever.
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Prompt: coley! i miss reading your sukai, please could i request more of them from your fic titled raindrops? Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/491643.html
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Joonmyun had a difficulty that they had both acknowledged, in becoming his omega. The far pack, as Jongin had feared, had mostly shunned him. And as Joonmyun had said, his friends and his family still accepted him, which was all that Joonmyun said he wanted. Still, it was the loss of a support system, one that couldn’t be regained easily no matter how many still and misty mornings that Joonmyun sat near the entrance of Jongin’s home and watched the world awaken with steaming cups of tea.
Not that Jongin saw that, most of the time, since he was sleeping. But there were times he woke and found himself alone, and he would have grumbled except to see Joonmyun sitting there, like he was absorbing the scents and sounds of his new pack. Most mornings though, he woke to Joonmyun in full heat-seeking mode. There were pink-fading scars on his shoulder, and his skin was like it was dusted in a sheen of their mating, not smelling of Jongin alone, but of them both.
The same was true of him.
He tried not to be embarrassed when someone came for him, if they barged in and found Joonmyun in his lap, languidly kiss him into a puddle of distraction. It pained him to leave Joonmyun sometimes, an omega alone in the oasis of their home, but Joonmyun shooed him away.
He knew what he had done, becoming Jongin’s mate. And when he hummed and smiled at Jongin’s knot, Jongin saw happiness. Jongin pressed his face to Joonmyun’s neck and breathed him in, and knew he never wanted to see regret.
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Prompt: Your hybrid au's are really great! Can I ask for catboy!Jongin eating out his human girlfriend Joonmyun? (Jongin only ever purrs when he's in between his girlfriend's legs!)
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Jongin had his hand on Joonmyun’s thigh the whole ride to her apartment, his fingers right at the bottom edge of the skirt of her dress, like he was telegraphing all the things he wanted to do to her when they were alone. He knew what he did to her, making her worry she would soak through her panties, worried her nipples would show through the dark but thin material of her dress.
“I can smell you,” Jongin whispered before they’d left the restaurant. And it was no wonder. He’d sent her so many looks and then so many touches.
The door of her apartment closed behind him, and his hands were under her dress immediately, tugging her underwear down her legs even before she’d stepped out of her heels.
“Jongin!” she gasped when he turned her, boosted her up into his arms and made his way to drop her with a purpose onto her narrow bed. She’d just finished bouncing when he knelt, sliding up the soft jersey cloth the few inches until he could bare her. He groaned a little, inhaling against her. His ears twitched under her hands as she touched his head. Some people didn’t understand, dating a man whose genes were spliced. But he was Jongin, and his ears, and his tail didn’t define him. It was the way he talked to her, and looked at her, and kissed her, and-
Joonmyun gasped as Jongin’s tongue slid against her. So gentle, such a delicate taste as he wiggled his tongue and parted her, his tongue never quite pushing into her but dragging up and down, teasing around her clit and then returning to try to soak up some of her wetness.
“I’m a pussy cat,” he’d told her once, his lips curling as she got the joke, and then he’d proceeded to eat her out until she’d been jelly. She’d believed him.
Jongin’s tongue was still soft, but she wondered sometimes if there was some kind of texture, something that differentiated him from the other people she’d been with. Something that set him apart. Maybe it was that he loved it. Maybe it was because Joonmyun could tell, because as his tongue filled her, she felt, heard, his purrs begin to start. When they had sex, when they cuddled, when Joonmyun rubbed through Jongin’s hair, Jongin was like any other man, with his moans, and his sighs, and his quiet. But when he pressed apart her legs, pleasured her with his mouth, it was like he couldn’t help himself. The purrs were almost violent, changing on his panted breaths as he licked into her, fucked her with his tongue as he wiggled his nose against her and teased her with his fingers. His tail swept back and forth, a moan leaving him as his tongue swept up again and his tongue circled her swollen clit. He’d bared her utterly for him and Joonmyun slowly sank back, her spine hitting the mattress increments, her eyes rising from trying to focus on his mouth as he purred against her, to unseeing toward the ceiling as her head fell back and her back arched.
Joonmyun gasped as Jongin’s tongue flicked rapidly against her, frozen, shaking as she came to his swelling purrs. Jongin soothed her through it, but she was unsurprised as her legs relaxed, when his tongue slid into her again. He wanted to taste her, more of her, to taste what he had smelled, to try to get his fill. Joonmyun didn’t even know if that was possible as she moaned and cupped her breasts through the cloth as Jongin began to slide both fingers and tongue into her, alternating, trying to fit both at once. It made her throb, reaching down with one hand to stroke, tug gently against his ears. His fingers were wet when he braced her thighs, when he sealed his lips around her clit, and when she lifted her hips, desperate for him, for the pleasure he promised, he was purring for her.
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Prompt: coley!!! could u write a continuation of the sukai in costumes & magic?? i stumbled upon it and found it soooo cute :---) thank u hope you're having a lovely day!! Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/474197.html
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“Why didn’t you stay for the unmasking?” Jongin asked, apparently deciding he wanted every bread item available as they picked out what they wanted. Joonmyun got one, and the drink that Jongin had promised him, and he didn’t even know how to answer that question, considering he didn’t know that he was supposed to have been there.
“I don’t…”
Jongin sent him a look to let him know feigning ignorance would be futile, so Joonmyun just shrugged and twisted his straw.
“Do you know how I got an invitation to the party anyway?”
“No?” Jongin said.
And that seemed like the truth. Jongin hadn’t invited him just to lay a kiss on him, then, so Joonmyun was even more confused.
“I’d never been invited before, and I didn’t know who anyone was,” Joonmyun settled on. It kept him from seeming like he’d gone while thinking he hadn’t been supposed to. Which was true. Whoever hadn’t gotten the intended invitation was probably unhappy. “You were the only one I figured out.”
“I knew most of them. But we’ve been sitting across from each other in class,” Jongin said. “I knew your face. Plus you’re one of the few people who raise your hands in class, so…”
So he’d known Joonmyun’s voice, too. Being a good student had outed him at a party. That was a new one. But they threw away their empty drinks, Jongin walking slowly along beside him as they aimlessly made their way through the neighborhood.
“Did you actually need the notes?”
Notes he’d very carefully photocopied.
“Well. Maybe you wrote down more than I did?” Jongin wondered, sheepish, and laughing as the back of Joonmyun’s hand met his arm.
“Don’t let them go to waste,” Joonmyun sniffed, and he didn’t even really mind. It’d been an excuse to get together, to talk.
“Maybe we can go out again sometime?” Jongin asked.
Jongin had called it a date.
He wrote his phone number on the notes before he handed them over. Jongin didn’t try to kiss him before they parted, but Jongin had smiled at him. There was always the next time.
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Prompt: would love to read sukai with this prompt, please 'I hope you learn the difference between giving up and changing direction.'
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Joonmyun held Jongin’s hand while they were waiting. Waiting was the worst part, for both of them. Jongin had in his head that he would go one way, would show everyone his talent, would audition, and practice, and take classes. Basically if he could become the best he could be, people would take notice. And to Joonmyun it seemed like every time Jongin took a breath he got better, and every time he tried out, he got more desperate, and doubtful. Doubting himself was probably the most painful to Joonmyun, not including the part where he wanted to march in and demand to see the panel’s glasses prescriptions.
There were other opportunities, productions, chances through the studios. Jongin had shrugged those off any time Joonmyun or anyone else brought them up. He had a goal, and he’d worked so hard to that, Joonmyun knew why it was hard to let go of that, even temporarily. But it wasn’t failing, wasn’t giving up if there was still a way forward.
Jongin spent a while moping after his last rejection, and even knowing how many others were rejected, it didn’t help.
“Maybe, I ought to talk to the studio,” Jongin said, having come out to the kitchen and leaned against the counter by Joonmyun in silence for several minutes. His words were halting, like he couldn’t believe he was saying it.
“If nothing else, maybe they have suggestions,” Joonmyun said. “I believe in you.”
It was a step. For Jongin’s happiness, he’d never stop believing.
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Prompt: hi coley!! would you write me home (your sukai catboy au) from junmyeon's point of view? recently reread it n found it so heartwarming. thank you fic: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/473549.html
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Of all the cats he’d had stay with him, Jongin was a fairly calm one. He’d been wary but not completely skittish, eager to please, to show he had a place there in the house. Little by little, the ways that Jongin started to assert himself, the ways he accepted and even sought out touch, they were encouraging to Joonmyun. A cat didn’t need companionship to get along, but if it was something that Jongin did want, then he knew it would be easier if he resolved it in himself instead of making himself sick wanting something he was afraid of.
Joonmyun would never have broken that trust, forced Jongin too quickly. But that sweet trust, Jongin’s pleasure to see him, it made him happy to go home, to go out walking together with Jongin either to work or to find food. He got to watch Jongin’s smiles grow more sure, to enjoy the companionship, the warmth. Some of the stress of his job, the worry for some situations he couldn’t change, they were a little lighter knowing he was helping others like Jongin.
Jongin would find his place, one day. A human or a home that he would call his. Jongin’s hair smelled of lemons, as Joonmyun rested his cheek against the top of Jongin’s head. He smelled of home.
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Prompt: A wolf/abo au where Suho is the most wanted omega in his pack and alpha Kyuhyun is determined to have him. If you include fluffy smut too, that would be amazing because you know that Suho has a thing for Kyu as well. <3
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Alphas did not necessarily mean leaders, and though Kyuhyun was one who wanted very much to lead, Joonmyun had a way of organizing, of smoothing out jagged feelings and keeping people going. He was the kind of omega in a pack that was invaluable, the omega who, when he smiled, every unmated alpha imagined at their side, in their bed. Some plied him with gifts, with food, with invitations to dinners or the theater. He was the type of omega that a pack could be built around and Kyuhyun pressed his face against Joonmyun’s neck when Joonmyun smiled and greeted him with a hug.
He smelled of old, rich leather and smoke, and tart, sweet pomegranates and Kyuhyun wanted to lick his skin to see if he tasted of it.
“I wasn’t expecting you back until tomorrow!” Joonmyun said, and Kyuhyun let him go immediately the moment that Joonmyun started to pull back.
He’d planned to stay away, but something had told him, go. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the other alphas around Joonmyun, but that he had wanted to see him. He put together food from leftovers for himself as Joonmyun talked to him, telling him of antics while he’d been away, of a pack across the city that had come to call.
“Alphas?”
“Several unmated ones,” Joonmyun said.
Kyuhyun exhaled, dishing up some of his food into a second bowl for Joonmyun. Feeding someone with their own hand was for mates alone, but it was rude not to offer food so that it could be accepted. He could at least watch Joonmyun eat what he’d made.
“How is it?” he nudged, after Joonmyun had sat at the table and taken a few bites.
“You made it for yourself, so it’s good,” Joonmyun teased.
Not just for himself. He didn’t really taste the rest of the food, eating and putting his dish in the sink. The bright, happy scent had gone dull and the water was almost too hot when he felt hands press against his lower back.
“Kyuhyun.” He turned, had to, and Joonmyun smiled when Kyuhyun touched his cheek, lifting himself to press his lips over the corner of Kyuhyun’s. “I missed you.”
Missed him, so that when Kyuhyun kissed him, he was insistent, pressing up into Kyuhyun’s arms like he’d been waiting to be there.
“Did you call me back?” Kyuhyun wondered.
“I hope so.”
It was a connection only those closest had, and it was Joonmyun who dragged him to privacy, who pressed his body against Kyuhyun’s on the bed like he was trying to crawl inside of him.
“Don’t go like that again.”
He knew where he wanted to kiss, how he wanted to taste, and Joonmyun arched his neck and let him. He stroked Kyuhyun’s hair, pulling at the buttons of his shirt and shuddering at Kyuhyun’s moans. They’d been away from each other for days, and he remembered Joonmyun’s worried eyes when he had left. He’d thought so little of it then but that had been telling. Joonmyun could have made him leave, and instead he wrapped his arm around Kyuhyun’s ribs and kept him so that neither of them had to fear. If he left again, he hoped Joonmyun would be with him.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun/Suho based on the fan account of Kyuhyun pointing at Junmyeon during a promotion stage and Junmyeon throwing a heart at him.
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There were so many people around that it was almost impossible to be noticed, and it was the plight of fans everywhere. More people to love this person that it was necessary for everyone to love and appreciate, and less possibility that, among those masses, to stand out. That didn’t keep Joonmyun from being one of them, though he obviously had more chances, more possibilities than most of those fans could dream but still he about swelled with pride to see Kyuhyun finally getting this chance he deserved, to be more than a croon of a voice that stood out among flashy dances. Most of his fans already knew he could sing, but that he got to just revel in it made him happy. It made them all happy, really. Joining the ranks of the people deemed that could do well as a solo artist, people that could be shown off a jewel.
And Joonmyun watched Kyuhyun intently, stiffening and almost startling when Kyuhyun locked eyes with him, his arm extending. You, yes you. And Joonmyun laughed, making a heart to send back just before Kyuhyun’s focus turned to others. One of many, but not less. That was what was important.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun/Suho Suho has always feels protected and safe in the quiet strength of Kyuhyun's arms (post-sex snuggling plz? ;~;)
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Joonmyun didn’t much mind if they were face to face, or if his back was to Kyuhyun. Well, that wasn’t true. He loved it when they were pressed together, like they were right then, Kyuhyun draped against his back, Joonmyun’s body fitting to naturally against him, the press of their thighs together, Kyuhyun’s arm over his ribs. He was still overheated from having Kyuhyun moaning above him, but the air on his skin made him feel cool. And Kyuhyun knew, drawing the covers to their waists but bringing the sheet up to protect them from the air. He felt surrounded like that, Kyuhyun kissing against the nape of his neck and pressed a bit wetly against him at his hips. They’d clean up, he was sure, eventually.
Joonmyun hummed, tracing his fingers between Kyuhyun’s and holding on. He was just so pleasantly free, his body humming still. Free, but encompassed. He slept there, like that, with Kyuhyun’s arm holding him and the sound of Kyuhyun’s breathing loud and close. He felt cherished, Kyuhyun keeping him close. It wasn’t just for easy access when he woke, either. And Kyuhyun didn’t hold so hard that Joonmyun felt the urge to squirm away. Kyuhyun just held him right where he wanted to be.
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Prompt: SuLay? When yixing is very sensitive when someone blows on his neck, how about if junmyeon is the one who do that?
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Yixing always began to twist, just a little. Maybe even especially if he saw it coming, which he did, if it was Joonmyun doing it. Others, they like to surprise him, to watch him squirm, to make the cute little noises and wave them off. And most of the time Yixing was a good sport about it, too, though sometimes anything could be too much. Joonmyun apparently was really obvious, because Yixing could take one look at his face and just arch his neck, waiting for it, and squirming and laughing to Joonmyun’s satisfaction - until they were both laughing, distracted by whatever Yixing was doing on the computer, or the food they were looking at getting.
Yixing would curl into the air, too, trying to get away, to protect himself, gasping a little in ways that Joonmyun found it hard to ignore. He curled right against Joonmyun until Joonmyun felt like he was the one protecting Yixing instead, with Yixing’s neck there, bare, vulnerable. It was an offering, and Joonmyun didn’t take. Instead of exhaling, he leaned, pressed his lips against Yixing’s skin and left them there. Yixing didn’t squirm. It hadn’t tickled. Yixing just pressed closer, and Joonmyun held him.
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Prompt: Xiumin/Suho smut: when times are rough, Suho needs it rough in the bedroom too. He doesn't want to bother or freak out the other members but luckily Xiumin understands his needs.
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Minseok had seen the look on his face. When Joonmyun went into Minseok’s room, they all knew not to interrupt. No one knew what went on, otherwise. Joonmyun’s confessional, maybe. Joonmyun unburdening himself. Minseok put on music, covering any errant sounds, but it was drowned out by Joonmyun’s thundering heart. He’d knelt. He’d been begging for it. He was on his knees. He’d sucked Minseok hard, but that was the last thing he’d controlled. He moaned for it, his hands on Minseok’s hands that were holding Joonmyun’s head, his lips parted and desperate as Minseok fucked his mouth. The friction made his lips feel hot, his jaw aching from being held open, his tongue desperately working to try and pleased Minseok as he used Joonmyun’s mouth. He could taste the pre-come and he was desperate for it, trying to suck and punished as Minseok fucked his mouth faster.
And Minseok’s cock left his mouth with a pop, Joonmyun’s mouth working, trying to get it back, squeezing on Minseok’s hands.
“Your mouth looks good swollen like that,” Minseok said, and let him go, walking over to the bed and sitting back against the headboard with his cock curved up against his belly. He just stared, pointedly, and Joonmyun scrambled up, tugging his shirt over his head and shoving down his pants and underwear. He was half hard, too, getting out the hidden lube and gasping, fingering himself only enough to get himself slick and getting Minseok slick too as he straddled Minseok. The first stretch had him groaning, the pressure, the give as he rocked and slid down onto Minseok’s cock. He’d only just congratulated himself on it, when he gasped at the shock of a slap agains his ass. Not pain, just skin against skin, and it rocked him into motion, gasping, moaning as every time he sank down, Minseok spanked him. He wasn’t rocking on Minseok’s cock to get away from the slaps, but for more of them, moaning, trying to grind against Minseok’s stomach as he rode Minseok’s cock and tried to breathe. He was so hard, so close, something in him close to breaking, tightening up in his throat and his chest. Minseok’s hand began smacking him twice for every rock of Joonmyun’s hips, and Joonmyun finally gave in, helpless.
“Please,” he begged, and gasped, empty as Minseok lifted him and pushed him onto his back, Minseok over him, Minseok’s cock sliding back into him so easily.
“Finally,” Minseok said, and then he was fucking Joonmyun, lifting Joonmyun’s hips, their hips slapping together as Joonmyun moaned into Minseok’s shoulder and grasped at his back. Joonmyun moaned, his head shaking, neck arching as Minseok’s cock battered his prostate, seeing stars as his inhales got shallower and shallower. And he shook apart, shooting onto his belly as Minseok moaned and kept thrusting into him, fucking him until Joonmyun’s eyes were tearing and he could feel Minseok’s cock pulsing as he came, gasping for air.
Joonmyun ached and he was sweating and gross, and he leaned his head against Minseok’s, his arms squeezing around him as he listened to Minseok breathe. He felt…relieved. And Minseok didn’t make him leave.
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Prompt: Zhoumi/Junmyeon art gallery owner/intern (or whatever you like)
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The opening of a new show was always a frantic time. There was the patching of paint, of consulting the artist if it was a single artist showing or several if there were more. Joonmyun liked the shows were the art came in and he walked the floor with Zhou Mi, Joonmyun with a tape measure and sticky notes of each piece of art that they stuck to the walls or the floor where pedestals or tables would go. Zhou Mi had an eye for it, angling their rolling wall and jotting down notes about how to move the track lighting, what bulbs he wanted. It meant that Joonmyun would be on a stepladder for an hour or two, up and down as Zhou Mi observed and asked his opinion.
Because it wasn’t just Zhou Mi. Joonmyun was there as his right hand, to learn from him, and to share with Zhou Mi his perspective. He wasn’t just there to clean the pedestal cases and send emails. When Joonmyun set up and entire room, just leaning things against walls while waiting for Zhou Mi’s approval, Zhou Mi considered it against what he would do and what looked best. Two paintings were changed around, and when Joonmyun described is vision, Zhou Mi nodded slowly. Even if he had not made the art, there was an art to its display, and in those moments, there with Zhou Mi admiring what they had put together, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
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Prompt: girl!jongdae/Joonmyun - Joonmyun can see spirits. Jongdae is the dead girl who just won't stop haunting his room.
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Joonmyun saw her sometimes, opening his eyes just before the sun rose. She stood at the window, looking out at the sleepy city, and when he saw her, he wasn’t afraid somehow, falling back asleep and comforted that she was there. He saw her, too, when he woke in the middle of the night, when things were dark, and all there were were street lights, a fuzzy dark image in the shadows that when he squinted, moved.
“Who are you?” he wondered one night, and felt a gentle hand on his forehead, one he could not see.
Jongdae, he heard as he began to fall back asleep. Jongdae.
He remembered her face, the smile of it. When shadows gave way to something more real. Not just a fuzzy image that blocked out light but the form of a woman, something she struggled into, he knew. Sometimes she couldn’t talk like that, just the effort of being something he could recognize too much effort.
“Can’t you move on?” he wondered. “What keeps you here.
She didn’t know, perhaps. All she knew was that she was there, and that he was there.
She wasn’t just the echo of person left behind, but something real, a hand, cool, that squeezed his.
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Prompt: Joonmyun/Jongdae - trying to make amends after a huge fight and a cold war that lasted way too long for them to handle. Jongdae caves first.
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Joonmyun was a master of non-confrontational cold wars. There were times he even looked pleasant, which was scary as hell, like some kind of clown doll moving around their apartment saying please and thank you and otherwise pretending Jongdae wasn’t even there. Then there was the stone-faced Joonmyun, which was less infuriating but also less scary in one way and more in another. That Joonmyun was more like a ghost, slipping into and out of rooms, into and out of the apartment while seeming to be away more than he was there. That was avoiding. That was, and Jongdae hated to think it in the middle of being angry, very sad. Because determined Joonmyun, stone-faced Joonmyun, was hiding something under that mask. It could have been anger, but it also could have been pain, and it was pain that Jongdae had a hand in.
When Jongdae got angry at Joonmyun being pleasant if distant, it felt like Joonmyun was trying to antagonize him, so serene even when Jongdae was sniping at him, the embodiment of passive-aggression with a handsome face.
It was the pain Jongdae couldn’t deal with.
He planted himself in the hallway, spreading his arms to either side just as Joonmyun was making his way toward the bedroom, so that Joonmyun had little choice but to either run into him, stop, or turn away.
“We need to talk,” Jongdae said. It was an offer, an opening. Things couldn’t stay that way, quiet, fragile.
And Joonmyun didn’t stop, didn’t turn away. He just stepped right up to Jongdae and wrapped his arms around him. It was a start.
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Prompt: Prompt: can we maybe have a smutty continuation for that seho abo fic? (compatibility) - Original fic: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/491507.html
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Joonmyun went back to work almost immediately after discovering just where he stood with Sehun. Almost immediately, because he wasn’t sure he or Sehun had left his bed for longer than about fifteen minutes for the next three or four days - all it took to throw on clothes, accept food at the door, or maybe shower. Joonmyun had to change his pants before leaving for work the first day back because Sehun had caught him, knotted him one last time - as though, just in case the other dozen times hadn’t made him smell like Sehun sufficiently. Joonmyun hadn’t minded though. It had put just a bit of swagger in his step when he’d walked up to his desk. He reeked of the alpha doing his level best to bond them. It had an unexpected benefit of shielding him from some of the alpha’s scents. Instead of sitting in a state of half arousal because of pheromones, he was in his own little Sehun bubble. That was its own kind of arousal, and happiness. When they hadn’t been napping, they’d had a lot of time to fill with Sehun knotted in him or cuddling him. Talking, cozy, content.
They’d taken turns, getting up, taking care of each other. A lot more than Joonmyun’s body had been sated by that.
But Joonmyun was aching and getting harder by the moment as soon as he smelled that Sehun had entered the building. He smelled of sex, and knowing that was because of him had Joonmyun squirming. But Joonmyun was on his feet when Sehun came into sight, and it was a half a dozen steps by each of them before Joonmyun was in Sehun’s arms. Five hours. Joonmyun squeaked when Sehun squeezed him tighter, caused him to grind against Sehun a bit.
“I was going to try to be good,” Sehun said, muffled on Joonmyun’s shoulder. “But you smell like you need me.”
“I do. I do. Let me get the desk covered, and…”
All the breath left his body as Sehun’s lips pressed against his neck. But he had to collect himself, wobbling back to his desk and conferring to make sure the phones were covered. His face was red, but his body couldn’t care less, moving back and taking Sehun’s wrist so he could lead Sehun to Sehun’s assigned room. The room where they’d first kissed, first touched. The room where Joonmyun realized his expectations and wants were so far out of his control.
“I got hard the second I smelled you were here,” Joonmyun muttered between kisses after Sehun had locked them in. Sehun cupped the front of Joonmyun’s straining pants and Joonmyun thrust against him, gasping as he came, held up only by one of Sehun’s arms. Sehun moaned against his mouth like Joonmyun coming for him was the ultimate turn-on. Their progress toward the narrow bed was slow, and Sehun just gave up, grabbing Joonmyun’s thighs and boosting him, carrying him until Sehun could cover him on the bed, grinding their cocks together through layers of fabric.
“Please,” Joonmyun moaned, his hands shaking as he worked at his pants, and hissing as Sehun half stood, helping Joonmyun to rid himself of the wet fabric so that when Sehun opened his own pants, there was nothing keeping him from lifting Joonmyun’s hips and sinking into him. Sehun could feel, smell, how much he was wanted, like he was more attuned to Joonmyun every single day. His nails dug into Sehun’s shoulders, moaning as Sehun began to fuck him. “Please, Sehun!”
He couldn’t care how loud he was, moans muffled by Sehun’s lips, awkwardly cut off by the movement of their bodies. He was wrung out with sweat and they’d barely started, Sehun surrounding him with heat.
“I wanted you to knot me here every time,” Joonmyun almost shouted, and Sehun’s snarl at that confession had Joonmyun’s hips lifting with Sehun’s in desperation. Even if he hadn’t admitted it, his body had. And he inhaled the scent of smoke as the knot almost surprised him, stretching into him as Sehun pressed against him. Joonmyun gasped, squeezing around the growing knot and coming against Sehun’s belly before Sehun could even knot him properly. But Sehun wasn’t laughing at him, focused, so close, intent on that desperation to claim, to fill, to pleasure.
Sehun moaned as he came, and Joonmyun gripped his shirt, as though it was needed to keep Sehun close when Sehun had tied them so completely.
Sehun mumbled into the pillow and Joonmyun’s neck, and it took Joonmyun a moment to translate it into speech that was, “I finally got to knot you here.”
Finally.
“You know, when I go back to work, I’m going to really, really smell like you,” Joonmyun said against Sehun’s hair, and he couldn’t see it, but he was pretty sure Sehun grinned.
That day and he hoped every day after it.
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Rating: up to NC-17
Pairings: Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Lay/Suho, Xiumin/Suho, Zhou Mi/Suho, Chen/Suho, Sehun/Suho
Warnings: sexual situations, ABO
Summary: 27 various request prompts of varying genres including smut.
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Prompt: suho wearing a fluffy jumper and kai gets embarrassingly turned on. cuddles/snuggles after taking care of his hard on >:D
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It was red and white and it wasn’t even ugly, just soft and cozy-looking like Joonmyun was waiting for a snuggle. Or maybe to be snuggled on. It bared his belly when Joonmyun stretched, and Jongin blew out a breath, knowing what the skin felt like under all that soft fluffiness, but he wondered how pulling Joonmyun up against him would feel, dressed like that.
“Hey,” he said, running his hand down Joonmyun’s belly and all but petting the sweater.
Something in that tone had Joonmyun’s eyes widening, looking him up and down and leaning toward him.
“Hey,” Joonmyun said, tilting his head up and offering a kiss that teased more than anything else. And Jongin was just about to whine, just a little, when Joonmyun’s hand slid across his thigh. And then a little higher, and then all warm and cupping him through his pants. “Who’s this for?”
“If you have to ask,” Jongin warned, and his breath hitched as Joonmyun caught at his lower lip, stroking him through the fabric until Jongin had the thought to fumble open his pants to let Joonmyun’s fingers in. And that, that was perfect, making him shudder as Joonmyun kissed him and nuzzled against his jaw, against his neck. Joonmyun made him moan, the dry friction growing slicker, more insistent as he curled into Joonmyun and pressed his nose into Joonmyun shoulder. The sweater was soft and Joonmyun smelled so good, and he came, moaning against Joonmyun and listening to Joonmyun purr his satisfaction of it. And if Joonmyun minded having Jongin mostly slumped over him and holding on, he certainly didn’t let Jongin know.
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Prompt: Suho rimming catboy Kai? <3
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Jongin squirmed, really squirmed, as Joonmyun ran his nails up the back of Jongin’s thighs. His shirt was all rucked up, his pants abandoned somewhere in the hallway, and Joonmyun knew just how desperate that Jongin was. He was hard, pulsing against his belly with every heartbeat, and Joonmyun was absolutely going to take care of that for him. He just had somewhere else in mind first, and Jongin gasped at the first gentle circling of his fingertip. He was slick, had been so since before Joonmyun had walked in the door probably, and Joonmyun loved it. And when he bent to taste, Jongin’s gasp sounded almost pained. Jongin had always loved his fingers there, loved to be bent over or pressed down and urging Joonmyun to take him. But Joonmyun’s mouth seemed to do something else to him entirely. Maybe it was the fact that Joonmyun’s tongue was wet and warm, spreading and swirling, teasing while all the while doing just exactly what Jongin wanted. Jongin wheezed as Joonmyun’s tongue wiggled against him, and not just that, but into him. Pressing firm, and finding a way, he didn’t get deep but it was enough for Jongin to feel, to know he got just as deep as he could. And Joonmyun moaned against him, hearing Jongin’s whimpers, letting his tongue do what he was always thinking of. And he gasped as Jongin jolted, squeezing down so tight around him. Jongin shuddered in rhythmic little bursts before he relaxed, and Joonmyun soothed him one last time before lifting his head. There, Jongin’s hands were gripping the pillows, and his belly was wet, and Joonmyun’s lips curved as Jongin’s flushed face. He’d come from that. For Joonmyun.
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Prompt: hi coley!!!! reread guardian again and it was just as (if not more) glorious~~~ i was wondering if you could write me a sequel type thing w sukai and their child? lots of cuteness and firsts and cuddles please. thank you :-) hope you're having a loooovely day!! Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/486525.html
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Anyone who got near their tent was serenaded to sweetest, helpless laughter, tiny toes curling as the little boy rolled over and tried to both squirm away and curl closer to Suho’s tickling hand. He was so quick on his hands and knees, his eyes bright just like Kai’s, and Suho nearly burst with joy some mornings when he got smiles with tiny teeth and babbles as he was reached for. He’d been born almost a year earlier, a squirming wet little thing into Suho’s hands as Kai had stood beside him, frozen and anxious. He’d had so much dark hair, was so angry at being thrust into the cold. But he was Kai’s son, and he was Suho’s.
Sometimes Sehun stole him, walking outside with him and making him gurgle as Suho napped. Every bad habit he knew would come from Sehun, Kai groused. Not that he would have had it any other way.
And when Kai entered the tent, the squeal was immediate like Suho was so much yucky liver as he was about to scurry on increasingly quick hands and knees. Their smiles were the same, father and son, and Suho helped the child push himself up against the edge of the bed as they both considered his father’s arrival.
“Welcome home,” Suho said. “Don’t come any closer. I think your son wants to show you something.”
There was a wobble, a frown, flexing knees like he wanted to get down on the ground and go like he’d learned how to. But Kai was right there, just a little ways away, and Suho held his breath at the first wobbled step, at the second, the third, and the squeal of joy as Kai lifted the child into his arms.
“Da,” he was told.
“I’m glad to see you, too. You’re getting too big,” Kai said, dropping down so that he was pressed against Suho as well, their cheeks rubbing together.
“Soon enough he’ll be riding out with you,” Suho said, stroking the child’s hair.
“We’ll let him run first,” Jongin said, but he was obviously proud in that thought. There were a few more moments before the bell for food would be rung, and they were content to spend it together.
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Prompt: i'm sukai-deprived lol. how about kai welcoming suho home when he comes back from india and showing him just how much he missed him (with a blowjob or more). ty <3 -a shy admirer of your writing
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Joonmyun was tired, satisfied but tired, and Jongin leaped off the couch to grab Joonmyun’s bags. He didn’t just want the gifts he knew Joonmyun had brought back, but just being near Joonmyun was what he wanted. The others let him wave them off, letting Joonmyun into his room, let him feel how nice it was to be home before Jongin pointed him in the direction of the shower. He’d get off all the stale plane air and smell of himself, and it would relax him.
Jongin would relax him, too, he thought, watching as Joonmyun stripped and watching as he washed, lazy, rinsing his hair clean and rubbing at it with a towel. And when he saw Jongin watching, Jongin saw that he wasn’t too tired for his cock to twitch.
“What all did you miss?” Jongin asked. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his thumb and let Joonmyun extrapolate from there.
“Am I going to be able to stay awake for you?” Joonmyun asked. It was almost midnight and Joonmyun’s one good chance to get his sleeping schedule back on track.
“I’ll be quick,” he promised. And Joonmyun’s rising cock promised that, too. Joonmyun spread out on the bed, a few new bruises from his travels, groaning as his muscles began to give. And he gasped, his hips moving as Jongin sucked Joonmyun’s cock into his mouth. It took just a little more stroking to get him harder, picturing Joonmyun alone and jerking off while wishing Jongin was there to make him feel good. And Joonmyun felt so good to him, lifting up against his mouth and moaning as Jongin sucked. He was going to help Joonmyun come for every day they’d been apart, but not right then. Then he just wanted Joonmyun to spasm, like that, for his thighs to shake as he came in Jongin’s mouth. Joonmyun was so still, breathing hard as Jongin moved, pulling up his sheet and his blankets and covering him, warming him.
“Missed you,” Joonmyun whispered.
He knew.
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Prompt: hiiii coley!! could you write me "someday" from jongin's pov? when he first falls for junmyeon/how ksoo sent him to pick up a drunk junmyeon/what sleeping with him was like? that fic is one of my all time favorites ever but jongin was sooo tsundere hahaha. thank you, lots of love!! Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/457141.html
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Jongin might not have know, but for some loose lips. He wasn’t naming names but the guy was one of the only ones taller than him in their section. Had it been any other situation, he might’ve been weirded out, or really anxious to finally get his transfer. But somewhere on day two, he’d looked up to see Joonmyun laughing with someone. And it wasn’t some sort of light beaming from the heavens, but it had been cute. The next time had been, too. And Joonmyun was sort of quiet but he led when leading needed to happen, and he sprinkled his time around to the others, not just Jongin. But that unnamed person said something, and the group outings, the smiles, Jongin saw them as a little more. It also let him see his own bit of noticing as something more, too. And he caught on, and realized maybe Joonmyun had a plan, and Joonmyun was around him a lot, so it could happen.
Until Joonmyun went on a date.
That was when Jongin questioned his whole thought process and wondered if said tall guy could be wrong. But Joonmyun didn’t avoid looking at anyone else like he did with Jongin. He just didn’t. And the groping, that was not Jongin’s finest hour, but he was faced with a good looking guy trying to take out his handsome supervisor, and he’d had two options, really. Grab Joonmyun and beg him not to go and go out with Jongin instead, or do something drastic. Drastic had been the groping. Had he had more than twenty seconds to consider it, maybe he’d have gone with a different plan, and as it was, Joonmyun had still left. He hadn’t seen a butt squeeze as a desperate plea to look at Jongin instead. That was why Jongin had stayed late, too gross feeling to go home, and that was why he was there when Joonmyun texted Kyungsoo.
He was thrilled, really, that the date hadn’t worked out. Thrilled to get the opportunity to sail out to go find Joonmyun and have an excuse to do so, right up until he saw how sad Joonmyun was. Joonmyun didn’t exist in a vacuum. He could be hurt. His compliments were so baldly obvious to anyone who wasn’t drunk that Jongin couldn’t have missed them. He wanted to ask why Joonmyun was sad about someone else, when Jongin right there, if he still wanted Jongin. No, he wasn’t taking Joonmyun home to compromise him, he was taking him home because he felt guilty, because Joonmyun was a friend, too, and not just a guy he liked. He didn’t know what to do or say to make Joonmyun smile again, but he was going to be there if Joonmyun needed something.
If Joonmyun needed him.
But all of that was superfluous when Jongin went back into his room to find Joonmyun on his belly and half burritoed into his blankets and fast asleep. His face was still a little flushed from alcohol but Jongin folded up Joonmyun’s clothes and got all parts of him but his neck and head covered Jongin paused halfway, reaching and pressing the backs of his fingers against Joonmyun’s cheek.
“Sorry,” he whispered. For his part in it. “I hope you give me another chance.”
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Prompt: sukai with one of them being a dumb demon bf? :3
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No one would look at Jongin and thing, “Ah, a demon.” At least, perhaps if they’d never gotten him angry. But even then, even when he was fuming or stomping or pouting in a chair, that would’ve have been their first description. They would have thought, oh, what a charming young man. What pretty eyes he has. They were certainly dark, and sometimes Joonmyun thought that when Jongin looked at him sometimes, that he could almost feel how Jongin looked at him.
Jongin’s skin, instead of being cooler, was warm. That had been the first thing that Joonmyun had been drawn to - no, not just how Jongin looked in his tight pants - the way that his hand had felt heated when Jongin had clasped it. That night, Jongin had been quiet and reserved and Joonmyun had nearly wanted to crawl into his lap and purr.
No one who thought Jongin was quiet had seen him hopping around dramatically on one foot when he stubbed his toe, or when he laughed like a horrible hypocrite when Joonmyun did the same. Jongin also stole the blankets, though Joonmyun suspected that was a ploy to get Joonmyun closer. When Jongin kissed him, his knees went weak.
“I need to go to work,” Joonmyun laughed, resting his head on the locked bathroom door as Jongin sang in the shower.
He would not have traded Jongin for anything.
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Prompt: coley~ i'd like to request for sukai with ''Hey. Are you [insert name]? Did you do your laundry last night? I think this underwear belongs to you. You forgot it in the dryer and it got mixed in my laundry instead. (who writes their names on their underwear anyways)’ AU.'
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Joonmyun was flustered, towels tumbling out of his arms as he was carrying them toward their destination, because he’d been startled by the door chime. He glared at the offending towels and skidded his way to the entry. He didn’t even check to see who it was, breathless and expecting a familiar face. And that…that was definitely not a familiar face. Though, it also was. He’d seen that face before. Someone on another floor, he thought.
“Are you…Kim Joonmyun?” the man asked, his voice surprising Joonmyun a bit. “I live downstairs. Jongin. Did you do laundry recently?”
The towels behind him were proof of that. Though he’d have to see if they could be salvaged or if he’d have to wash them again.
“I did? Uh. Nice to meet you?”
They stared at each other for a moment, nodding as a greeting.
“I was sorting out my laundry after I washed and I found this mixed in in the dryer. You’re the only one with that name in the building, and your name is on it…?”
Joonmyun knew that gray waistband that attached to the blue briefs. They looked almost cute, neat and folded in Jongin’s hands as he offered them like they were some kind of a gift. Joonmyun reached out and took them automatically, and yes, there was his writing there.
“Thank you,” he said, and then had no idea what else to say. Thanks for rescuing his rogue underwear. Thank you, they looked better when Jongin was holding them.
Jongin shifted, and then instead of making a move to go, he asked, “Why do you have your name written on them?”
“Well, it’s not because I usually leave them where they’re not supposed to be,” Joonmyun said, trying to be funny about it. “I used to take my clothes home to wash them, and my brother wears the same size, so I got in the habit before I’d even left home.”
“I have sisters, so I guess I never had that problem,” Jongin said, laughing a bit.
“I guess it’s like a collar, now, huh? If found, please return to owner. My underwear picks up guys better than I do.”
And that was supposed to be a joke, too, but Jongin mostly choked instead, and Joonmyun was mortified, because he was fairly certain he just made a pass at the guy who was nice enough to return his belongings.
“I really do- Really, thanks for finding me.”
“Sure,” Jongin croaked. And again, they stared at each other. “I think. They’d do better if you were in them. Picking up guys, I mean.”
If he were-
“I could want some coffee,” Joonmyun blurted. “Do you…? I can buy you something.”
Not just as thanks. Jongin was regarding him like he was going to go off like a bottle rocket, but he did nod, so Joonmyun didn’t feel like he was coercing him. Joonmyun got the underwear set aside, grabbing his wallet and shoving his feet into shoes. At least he’d been dressed, and though he wasn’t wearing those underwear, he was wearing a different pair. And he slipped out into the hall with Jongin and left his towels still sprawled on the floor, forgotten.
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Prompt: sukai abo
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The only thing worse than going into heat was going into heat on a starship, while still docked. At least off of the colony, or way away from one of the refueling stations Joonmyun could just ride it out - lock himself into his cabin with a few books that he’d try to concentrate on in between spikes of arousal and try not to dehydrate. In dock, and without clearance to leave, his options were limited. His cabin wasn’t secure enough, and he didn’t trust the alphas that would come sniffing around. It left only one place, the remnants of a cell that a previous owner had constructed. Joonmyun had worked on it, engineered it to only open, inside or out, from his own biometric scans. It kept him safe, because no one was able to break in, and it took quite a lot of effort on his part to be able to break out while still in heat.
It was all planned.
Except that he’d raided his water and food on a past flight, and with his skin already slicked with sweat and the cell locked down, he groaned, the back of his head slamming against the wall. All he had were empties.
And a comm. The port staff sounded amused at his request. But it was like any kind of quarantine, only it was his own thoughtlessness than had gotten him into the situation. He was going to be a punchline for months, omega captain locks himself away for a heat only to forget necessities of survival. Joonmyun grimaced, his mind drifting through a fog of increasingly filthy fantasies.
Joonmyun’s eyes opened just a moment before the knock, and the hand that had rapped against the metal jerked back. Alpha. A young alpha, in a very official port ranger outfit, all buttons and angles and legs. They could’ve sent a beta. The man in front of him had to have been a new employee, or the victim of a prank.
“They sent an alpha,” Joonmyun said, still not believing. Maybe it was punishment for him.
“Kim Jongin,” he was told, a bag heavy from one hand. “Where do you want me to put this?”
“There’s an input on the left,” Joonmyun said, tugging at the already-loose collar of his shirt. Not big enough for a human to get through, but he half wanted to suggest Jongin try. The sound of the water and food rolling into the narrow slot was loud, and Joonmyun hit a button on his end that let them slide down into a protective pouch on his side of the metal. Not just food, but the good stuff. He’d end up paying a nice credit for that, but he couldn’t care right then as Jongin finished sliding the supplies through. They stared at each other through the clear field for a moment, and Joonmyun almost reached to touch. He’d have gotten a nasty shock. He could smell Jongin’s interest, and his own. Jongin didn’t move.
Joonmyun rested his hand on his thigh. “Are you staying around to watch?”
Maybe, he wasn’t sure, but Jongin might’ve blushed a little. “No, I’m going. My extension is 2868. If you..need anything else.”
Joonmyun closed his eyes when he was alone. There was another fantasy.
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Prompt: sukai abo continuation
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Necessities taken care of, it was hard to justify reaching out again. Joonmyun was pretty sure Jongin hadn’t given him his extension to hear about Joonmyun’s non-essential needs, ones he’d taken care of on his own for years on his own.
But when he made it 24 hours, he couldn’t help it. If Jongin wasn’t interested, so be it. But he needed something that wasn’t his mind - because he’d left access to videos away from himself. Poor, poor planning.
Joonmyun’s eyes closed for a moment when Jongin answered.
“Have you ever been told you have a nice voice?” Joonmyun asked, and Jongin half laughed.
“Not recently. Thank you? Did you need something?”
Unless he was eating for hibernation, Jongin had to know Joonmyun still had supplies left. But he wasn’t calling to be deceptive.
“You brought me plenty of supplies, thank you. I don’t know the extension of many alphas, and you offered, so…” Maybe not for what Joonmyun had in mind, but he’d offered all the same. “Are you sure you didn’t want to watch?”
It took a moment to catch Jongin’s next words which amounted to, if he watched Joonmyun then Joonmyun might watch him, and that, Joonmyun thought, was kind of the whole point.
“Are you shy?” Joonmyun asked.
Jongin made a sound, and Joonmyun groaned.
“He’s shy,” Joonmyun said to the ceiling, like it personally had caused such a thing to happen. It did terrible things to him, things it probably shouldn’t have.
“No,” Jongin said, firm that time. “I’d just rather not just…watch.”
“You’re making me regret I probably won’t be in this port during my next heat,” Joonmyun said, and at that, Jongin really did laugh, one of delight.
“If you are,” Jongin said, and again, with that little veneer of shyness.
“If you have another minute, would you… Will you help me? Just talk to me. How did you get your job? What’s your favorite food? Your favorite planet?”
Jongin hesitated a moment, but his voice steadied after the first few words, and unless Joonmyun was imagining things, his voice pitched just a bit lower. He talked, and Joonmyun bit his lip, trying not to whimper into the comm, to make Jongin stop. When Joonmyun gasped, Jongin faltered only a moment before finishing his sentence and Joonmyun rested his head against the wall.
“Now I know a little more about you,” Joonmyun said, and knew that Jongin had to know that he’d gotten off while Jongin was talking. “Thank you, Jongin. Maybe I’ll stop to say hi when I’m back one day.”
Joonmyun curled into a ball, satisfied for at least a moment, and knowing he wouldn’t contact Jongin that way again. Though he was so grateful, and he dreamed of rows of shining buttons and soft lips against his skin.
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Prompt: coley, that sukai continuation wound up being so a do ra ble!!! aww i hope jm returns so he can do more than watch and listen to shy (alpha!!) jongin. thank you, you're amazing for completing so many requests <3
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Joonmyun wasn’t sure that Jongin was going to recognize him, considering he didn’t know what his face had looked like in the middle of his heat. His hair had probably been disgusting, and sweaty besides. But Jongin looked up, saw him, glanced down and then looked up again. The way Jongin’s eyes went a little wide, yeah, Joonmyun knew that Jongin recognized him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not due for any more surprises,” Joonmyun said, holding up a hand to hopefully keep Jongin from worrying. Not only that Joonmyun wasn’t due for a heat, but that Joonmyun wasn’t there to jump him.
Though when Jongin stood up, he appreciated that his heat-lust hadn’t led him wrong with how Jongin was proportioned in his uniform.
“Can I help you?” Jongin asked, and Joonmyun didn’t even get a chance to raise his eyebrows before Jongin was flushing. But that was cute, and Joonmyun couldn’t bear to tease him.
“You kept me from trying to eat my arm or something the last time I was here,” Joonmyun said. “So I wanted to thank you.”
“No thanks are necessary,” Jongin tried to say, but Joonmyun cut him off.
“I know, it’s your job. But you didn’t just help, but made sure I knew I wasn’t just abandoned there. Not everyone would’ve done that. I really appreciated that, truly.”
“Everyone has times they just need…other people.”
Joonmyun nodded, and pulled a bag out of the larger bag he was holding. “So, like I said. I know you probably have regulations against gifts or whatever, but I figured no one would care if I gave you this.”
Jongin was so serious, pulling down the cloth that covered the oblong shaped object. But he made a soft sound when he’d full unwrapped it, not much larger than the size of his palm, but a pure, enduring blue.
“It’s a thought crystal, a dime a dozen on Prima VII. People use it to focus, or something, but the color reminded me of your uniform, and- It makes a good paperweight, anyway?”
Jongin was grinning, watching how the stone frosted against his finger and then cleared. “That’s really cool. I didn’t- Thank you.”
“You can take it as apology, too, I guess,” Joonmyun said, leaning back on his hands to keep from reaching and touching the stone as well.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Jongin told him.
It was nice to hear, even if Joonmyun wasn’t so sure. Still, when Jongin looked at him that time, his smile wasn’t quite as shy, and his posture not quite so wary. Which was good. Omegas didn’t typically jump alphas, and he wasn’t going to break that mold.
“Do you like food? I mean, eating…Um. Did you want to get a meal together?” Joonmyun eventually got out. “When you’re off duty?”
“I like food, and eating,” Jongin said. “I know a good place. It’s not expensive, but I like it. They don’t hassle omegas there, either.”
An assurance. Joonmyun left with a reminder of the time they would meet, and the memory of another smile following after him.
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Prompt: coley >_< sukai with both of them strung/pent up and just need release with each other?
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Joonmyun was frustrated that his clothes weren’t cooperating, so much so that he almost roared when he finally got his shirt to shake off his arm. Jongin was almost already naked, his briefs jutting with his erection, and that, that was getting in him and fast. Jongin had been grumbling and eyeing him almost the moment he’d gotten home, and Joonmyun had been all for it, all for him.
Joonmyun was squeezing lube onto his fingers before he even got onto the bed, dripping with it, spreading his legs in Jongin’s direction and plunging his fingers into himself like Jongin needed some kind of roadmap. But his hand was reaching for Jongin’s cock instead when Jongin got his knees on the bed, getting him slick, but most importantly, guiding him where he was needed. Jongin grunted as he slid into Joonmyun, his cock hard and it took only two thrusts before he was buried, and that was all the adjustment he got before Joonmyun was begging him, reaching for him, kissing him as Jongin’s hips started moving.
“Come on, just. Fuck! Fuck me,” Joonmyun moaned, gripping hard on Jongin’s back and thrusting up to meet him as they both moaned and worked each other faster. Joonmyun’s mouth latched onto Jongin’s shoulder, sucking, biting, moaning, his cock slick and leaking against Jongin’s belly. Jongin took him hard, no foreplay, no teasing, just pulling Joonmyun’s hips into his and angling so that Joonmyun saw stars, babbling, his cock throbbing, lungs desperate.
“Jongin. Jongin. Jong-in, oh,” Joonmyun moaned, lips lifting desperately as he rubbed himself against Jongin’s skin. He came all over himself between them, Jongin’s skin slick under his hands, and his hips just as desperate.
“Yes,” Jongin said, his hips slapping hard, and his moan was deep and long as he came for Joonmyun.
Jongin’s head flopped down beside Joonmyun’s, his heart thundering. It was about time.
“We averted disaster,” Joonmyun said to the ceiling, and Jongin snorted at him.
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Prompt: coley~~ if you're not too busy could i request a sukai with this prompt otpdisaster(.)tumblr(.)com/post/116540775955/person-b-awfully-annoyed-by-their-roommate-person hehehe thank you!!!
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With a few exceptions, like when all of Joonmyun could be seen was from his eyeballs to his nose when their heater had broken, Joonmyun was smiling. Sure, he stubbed his toe now and again, or something like that, but the rest of the time he was aggressively happy, like he’d been injected with a cheerleader and a good fairy all at once. Joonmyun said he’d learned to be that way, because it kept him motivated, it helped him at work, and if he could just motor through life that way, then he didn’t have to acknowledge his own grime at the bottom. Jongin wondered what was underneath all of that though, and just wanted one passive-aggressive retort, one time that Joonmyun would pile all of Jongin’s dirty clothes on his pillow because he’d dumped them in with Joonmyun’s again.
Instead he got his clean clothes neatly folded and Joonmyun smiling as he asked if Jongin wanted soup for dinner.
It was a shriek that jostled Jongin out of sleep, and his first thought was a neighbor, until he realized that the sob that followed it was far too close. There was one more sound, loud, desperate, and Jongin was moving, untangling himself from his blankets and running to Joonmyun’s part of the room. Joonmyun was awake, Jongin could see that as he flicked at the flight, having woke himself with that last shout. The whole mattress was shaking under him, tears streaking his cheeks and his eyes, normally curved and happy, were agonized, destroyed.
Joonmyun just let him sit, let himself be pulled in, trembling against Jongin as Jongin gently patted at his back, rubbing a little. Jongin’s shoulder was damp before the sobs subsided, before Joonmyun’s breathing grew a little less ragged.
“Thanks. Sorry, thanks,” Joonmyun said, realizing suddenly that he was using Jongin as a body pillow.
“It’s okay. Did you want to talk…?”
“No,” Joonmyun said, and that was decisive there. Jongin nodded, and Joonmyun still looked shattered, like if they turned off the light, he was just going to curl into a ball and hope whatever had haunted his dreams wouldn’t return. And Jongin could still feel the trembles in Joonmyun’s lower back. He didn’t want to just leave Joonmyun to that. He could’ve used one of Joonmyun’s pep talks right then, or a smile himself, and he was just trying to give that back, make Joonmyun not feel so heavy.
“I could use some eggs,” Jongin said. “Do you want some eggs?”
A snack in the middle of the night, why not. Joonmyun swiped at his face with a tissue, his lashes still wet, but he nodded, smiling a little. And Jongin relaxed, just a little, part of the world back in order.
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Prompt: sukai - suho calling or texting kai during glory day filming about his super great costars and the locale
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Joonmyun had endless things to say, about his trip, about arriving, about table readings and touring their filming sets, and touring just to look at places nearby. Plus, there were meals to be described, and some of those came with pictures shot off with lightning speed to Jongin’s phone, and musings on if they had restaurants like that there, if they delivered, if Jongin had had something just like that anywhere.
Most of the time Jongin hadn’t, but he felt like he had, felt like he’d eaten with everyone Joonmyun had eaten with, knew half of them by their face alone in Joonmyun’s pictures.
There were silly texts when Joonmyun was too busy to call, more of locations, of Joonmyun’s shoes, of a tiny scratch that Joonmyun was making out to be some great rift in the tectonic plates of his skin.
Jongin didn’t worry if Joonmyun would just not want to come back. Jongin had had to make him swear that he had to enjoy being there and not ask after everyone and every schedule. Jongin thought Joonmyun was still secretly texting one of the managers. As long as Joonmyun was having a good time, he’d come back to them stronger than ever.
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Prompt: coley! i miss reading your sukai, please could i request more of them from your fic titled raindrops? Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/491643.html
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Joonmyun had a difficulty that they had both acknowledged, in becoming his omega. The far pack, as Jongin had feared, had mostly shunned him. And as Joonmyun had said, his friends and his family still accepted him, which was all that Joonmyun said he wanted. Still, it was the loss of a support system, one that couldn’t be regained easily no matter how many still and misty mornings that Joonmyun sat near the entrance of Jongin’s home and watched the world awaken with steaming cups of tea.
Not that Jongin saw that, most of the time, since he was sleeping. But there were times he woke and found himself alone, and he would have grumbled except to see Joonmyun sitting there, like he was absorbing the scents and sounds of his new pack. Most mornings though, he woke to Joonmyun in full heat-seeking mode. There were pink-fading scars on his shoulder, and his skin was like it was dusted in a sheen of their mating, not smelling of Jongin alone, but of them both.
The same was true of him.
He tried not to be embarrassed when someone came for him, if they barged in and found Joonmyun in his lap, languidly kiss him into a puddle of distraction. It pained him to leave Joonmyun sometimes, an omega alone in the oasis of their home, but Joonmyun shooed him away.
He knew what he had done, becoming Jongin’s mate. And when he hummed and smiled at Jongin’s knot, Jongin saw happiness. Jongin pressed his face to Joonmyun’s neck and breathed him in, and knew he never wanted to see regret.
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Prompt: Your hybrid au's are really great! Can I ask for catboy!Jongin eating out his human girlfriend Joonmyun? (Jongin only ever purrs when he's in between his girlfriend's legs!)
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Jongin had his hand on Joonmyun’s thigh the whole ride to her apartment, his fingers right at the bottom edge of the skirt of her dress, like he was telegraphing all the things he wanted to do to her when they were alone. He knew what he did to her, making her worry she would soak through her panties, worried her nipples would show through the dark but thin material of her dress.
“I can smell you,” Jongin whispered before they’d left the restaurant. And it was no wonder. He’d sent her so many looks and then so many touches.
The door of her apartment closed behind him, and his hands were under her dress immediately, tugging her underwear down her legs even before she’d stepped out of her heels.
“Jongin!” she gasped when he turned her, boosted her up into his arms and made his way to drop her with a purpose onto her narrow bed. She’d just finished bouncing when he knelt, sliding up the soft jersey cloth the few inches until he could bare her. He groaned a little, inhaling against her. His ears twitched under her hands as she touched his head. Some people didn’t understand, dating a man whose genes were spliced. But he was Jongin, and his ears, and his tail didn’t define him. It was the way he talked to her, and looked at her, and kissed her, and-
Joonmyun gasped as Jongin’s tongue slid against her. So gentle, such a delicate taste as he wiggled his tongue and parted her, his tongue never quite pushing into her but dragging up and down, teasing around her clit and then returning to try to soak up some of her wetness.
“I’m a pussy cat,” he’d told her once, his lips curling as she got the joke, and then he’d proceeded to eat her out until she’d been jelly. She’d believed him.
Jongin’s tongue was still soft, but she wondered sometimes if there was some kind of texture, something that differentiated him from the other people she’d been with. Something that set him apart. Maybe it was that he loved it. Maybe it was because Joonmyun could tell, because as his tongue filled her, she felt, heard, his purrs begin to start. When they had sex, when they cuddled, when Joonmyun rubbed through Jongin’s hair, Jongin was like any other man, with his moans, and his sighs, and his quiet. But when he pressed apart her legs, pleasured her with his mouth, it was like he couldn’t help himself. The purrs were almost violent, changing on his panted breaths as he licked into her, fucked her with his tongue as he wiggled his nose against her and teased her with his fingers. His tail swept back and forth, a moan leaving him as his tongue swept up again and his tongue circled her swollen clit. He’d bared her utterly for him and Joonmyun slowly sank back, her spine hitting the mattress increments, her eyes rising from trying to focus on his mouth as he purred against her, to unseeing toward the ceiling as her head fell back and her back arched.
Joonmyun gasped as Jongin’s tongue flicked rapidly against her, frozen, shaking as she came to his swelling purrs. Jongin soothed her through it, but she was unsurprised as her legs relaxed, when his tongue slid into her again. He wanted to taste her, more of her, to taste what he had smelled, to try to get his fill. Joonmyun didn’t even know if that was possible as she moaned and cupped her breasts through the cloth as Jongin began to slide both fingers and tongue into her, alternating, trying to fit both at once. It made her throb, reaching down with one hand to stroke, tug gently against his ears. His fingers were wet when he braced her thighs, when he sealed his lips around her clit, and when she lifted her hips, desperate for him, for the pleasure he promised, he was purring for her.
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Prompt: coley!!! could u write a continuation of the sukai in costumes & magic?? i stumbled upon it and found it soooo cute :---) thank u hope you're having a lovely day!! Original link: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/474197.html
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“Why didn’t you stay for the unmasking?” Jongin asked, apparently deciding he wanted every bread item available as they picked out what they wanted. Joonmyun got one, and the drink that Jongin had promised him, and he didn’t even know how to answer that question, considering he didn’t know that he was supposed to have been there.
“I don’t…”
Jongin sent him a look to let him know feigning ignorance would be futile, so Joonmyun just shrugged and twisted his straw.
“Do you know how I got an invitation to the party anyway?”
“No?” Jongin said.
And that seemed like the truth. Jongin hadn’t invited him just to lay a kiss on him, then, so Joonmyun was even more confused.
“I’d never been invited before, and I didn’t know who anyone was,” Joonmyun settled on. It kept him from seeming like he’d gone while thinking he hadn’t been supposed to. Which was true. Whoever hadn’t gotten the intended invitation was probably unhappy. “You were the only one I figured out.”
“I knew most of them. But we’ve been sitting across from each other in class,” Jongin said. “I knew your face. Plus you’re one of the few people who raise your hands in class, so…”
So he’d known Joonmyun’s voice, too. Being a good student had outed him at a party. That was a new one. But they threw away their empty drinks, Jongin walking slowly along beside him as they aimlessly made their way through the neighborhood.
“Did you actually need the notes?”
Notes he’d very carefully photocopied.
“Well. Maybe you wrote down more than I did?” Jongin wondered, sheepish, and laughing as the back of Joonmyun’s hand met his arm.
“Don’t let them go to waste,” Joonmyun sniffed, and he didn’t even really mind. It’d been an excuse to get together, to talk.
“Maybe we can go out again sometime?” Jongin asked.
Jongin had called it a date.
He wrote his phone number on the notes before he handed them over. Jongin didn’t try to kiss him before they parted, but Jongin had smiled at him. There was always the next time.
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Prompt: would love to read sukai with this prompt, please 'I hope you learn the difference between giving up and changing direction.'
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Joonmyun held Jongin’s hand while they were waiting. Waiting was the worst part, for both of them. Jongin had in his head that he would go one way, would show everyone his talent, would audition, and practice, and take classes. Basically if he could become the best he could be, people would take notice. And to Joonmyun it seemed like every time Jongin took a breath he got better, and every time he tried out, he got more desperate, and doubtful. Doubting himself was probably the most painful to Joonmyun, not including the part where he wanted to march in and demand to see the panel’s glasses prescriptions.
There were other opportunities, productions, chances through the studios. Jongin had shrugged those off any time Joonmyun or anyone else brought them up. He had a goal, and he’d worked so hard to that, Joonmyun knew why it was hard to let go of that, even temporarily. But it wasn’t failing, wasn’t giving up if there was still a way forward.
Jongin spent a while moping after his last rejection, and even knowing how many others were rejected, it didn’t help.
“Maybe, I ought to talk to the studio,” Jongin said, having come out to the kitchen and leaned against the counter by Joonmyun in silence for several minutes. His words were halting, like he couldn’t believe he was saying it.
“If nothing else, maybe they have suggestions,” Joonmyun said. “I believe in you.”
It was a step. For Jongin’s happiness, he’d never stop believing.
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Prompt: hi coley!! would you write me home (your sukai catboy au) from junmyeon's point of view? recently reread it n found it so heartwarming. thank you fic: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/473549.html
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Of all the cats he’d had stay with him, Jongin was a fairly calm one. He’d been wary but not completely skittish, eager to please, to show he had a place there in the house. Little by little, the ways that Jongin started to assert himself, the ways he accepted and even sought out touch, they were encouraging to Joonmyun. A cat didn’t need companionship to get along, but if it was something that Jongin did want, then he knew it would be easier if he resolved it in himself instead of making himself sick wanting something he was afraid of.
Joonmyun would never have broken that trust, forced Jongin too quickly. But that sweet trust, Jongin’s pleasure to see him, it made him happy to go home, to go out walking together with Jongin either to work or to find food. He got to watch Jongin’s smiles grow more sure, to enjoy the companionship, the warmth. Some of the stress of his job, the worry for some situations he couldn’t change, they were a little lighter knowing he was helping others like Jongin.
Jongin would find his place, one day. A human or a home that he would call his. Jongin’s hair smelled of lemons, as Joonmyun rested his cheek against the top of Jongin’s head. He smelled of home.
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Prompt: A wolf/abo au where Suho is the most wanted omega in his pack and alpha Kyuhyun is determined to have him. If you include fluffy smut too, that would be amazing because you know that Suho has a thing for Kyu as well. <3
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Alphas did not necessarily mean leaders, and though Kyuhyun was one who wanted very much to lead, Joonmyun had a way of organizing, of smoothing out jagged feelings and keeping people going. He was the kind of omega in a pack that was invaluable, the omega who, when he smiled, every unmated alpha imagined at their side, in their bed. Some plied him with gifts, with food, with invitations to dinners or the theater. He was the type of omega that a pack could be built around and Kyuhyun pressed his face against Joonmyun’s neck when Joonmyun smiled and greeted him with a hug.
He smelled of old, rich leather and smoke, and tart, sweet pomegranates and Kyuhyun wanted to lick his skin to see if he tasted of it.
“I wasn’t expecting you back until tomorrow!” Joonmyun said, and Kyuhyun let him go immediately the moment that Joonmyun started to pull back.
He’d planned to stay away, but something had told him, go. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the other alphas around Joonmyun, but that he had wanted to see him. He put together food from leftovers for himself as Joonmyun talked to him, telling him of antics while he’d been away, of a pack across the city that had come to call.
“Alphas?”
“Several unmated ones,” Joonmyun said.
Kyuhyun exhaled, dishing up some of his food into a second bowl for Joonmyun. Feeding someone with their own hand was for mates alone, but it was rude not to offer food so that it could be accepted. He could at least watch Joonmyun eat what he’d made.
“How is it?” he nudged, after Joonmyun had sat at the table and taken a few bites.
“You made it for yourself, so it’s good,” Joonmyun teased.
Not just for himself. He didn’t really taste the rest of the food, eating and putting his dish in the sink. The bright, happy scent had gone dull and the water was almost too hot when he felt hands press against his lower back.
“Kyuhyun.” He turned, had to, and Joonmyun smiled when Kyuhyun touched his cheek, lifting himself to press his lips over the corner of Kyuhyun’s. “I missed you.”
Missed him, so that when Kyuhyun kissed him, he was insistent, pressing up into Kyuhyun’s arms like he’d been waiting to be there.
“Did you call me back?” Kyuhyun wondered.
“I hope so.”
It was a connection only those closest had, and it was Joonmyun who dragged him to privacy, who pressed his body against Kyuhyun’s on the bed like he was trying to crawl inside of him.
“Don’t go like that again.”
He knew where he wanted to kiss, how he wanted to taste, and Joonmyun arched his neck and let him. He stroked Kyuhyun’s hair, pulling at the buttons of his shirt and shuddering at Kyuhyun’s moans. They’d been away from each other for days, and he remembered Joonmyun’s worried eyes when he had left. He’d thought so little of it then but that had been telling. Joonmyun could have made him leave, and instead he wrapped his arm around Kyuhyun’s ribs and kept him so that neither of them had to fear. If he left again, he hoped Joonmyun would be with him.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun/Suho based on the fan account of Kyuhyun pointing at Junmyeon during a promotion stage and Junmyeon throwing a heart at him.
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There were so many people around that it was almost impossible to be noticed, and it was the plight of fans everywhere. More people to love this person that it was necessary for everyone to love and appreciate, and less possibility that, among those masses, to stand out. That didn’t keep Joonmyun from being one of them, though he obviously had more chances, more possibilities than most of those fans could dream but still he about swelled with pride to see Kyuhyun finally getting this chance he deserved, to be more than a croon of a voice that stood out among flashy dances. Most of his fans already knew he could sing, but that he got to just revel in it made him happy. It made them all happy, really. Joining the ranks of the people deemed that could do well as a solo artist, people that could be shown off a jewel.
And Joonmyun watched Kyuhyun intently, stiffening and almost startling when Kyuhyun locked eyes with him, his arm extending. You, yes you. And Joonmyun laughed, making a heart to send back just before Kyuhyun’s focus turned to others. One of many, but not less. That was what was important.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun/Suho Suho has always feels protected and safe in the quiet strength of Kyuhyun's arms (post-sex snuggling plz? ;~;)
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Joonmyun didn’t much mind if they were face to face, or if his back was to Kyuhyun. Well, that wasn’t true. He loved it when they were pressed together, like they were right then, Kyuhyun draped against his back, Joonmyun’s body fitting to naturally against him, the press of their thighs together, Kyuhyun’s arm over his ribs. He was still overheated from having Kyuhyun moaning above him, but the air on his skin made him feel cool. And Kyuhyun knew, drawing the covers to their waists but bringing the sheet up to protect them from the air. He felt surrounded like that, Kyuhyun kissing against the nape of his neck and pressed a bit wetly against him at his hips. They’d clean up, he was sure, eventually.
Joonmyun hummed, tracing his fingers between Kyuhyun’s and holding on. He was just so pleasantly free, his body humming still. Free, but encompassed. He slept there, like that, with Kyuhyun’s arm holding him and the sound of Kyuhyun’s breathing loud and close. He felt cherished, Kyuhyun keeping him close. It wasn’t just for easy access when he woke, either. And Kyuhyun didn’t hold so hard that Joonmyun felt the urge to squirm away. Kyuhyun just held him right where he wanted to be.
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Prompt: SuLay? When yixing is very sensitive when someone blows on his neck, how about if junmyeon is the one who do that?
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Yixing always began to twist, just a little. Maybe even especially if he saw it coming, which he did, if it was Joonmyun doing it. Others, they like to surprise him, to watch him squirm, to make the cute little noises and wave them off. And most of the time Yixing was a good sport about it, too, though sometimes anything could be too much. Joonmyun apparently was really obvious, because Yixing could take one look at his face and just arch his neck, waiting for it, and squirming and laughing to Joonmyun’s satisfaction - until they were both laughing, distracted by whatever Yixing was doing on the computer, or the food they were looking at getting.
Yixing would curl into the air, too, trying to get away, to protect himself, gasping a little in ways that Joonmyun found it hard to ignore. He curled right against Joonmyun until Joonmyun felt like he was the one protecting Yixing instead, with Yixing’s neck there, bare, vulnerable. It was an offering, and Joonmyun didn’t take. Instead of exhaling, he leaned, pressed his lips against Yixing’s skin and left them there. Yixing didn’t squirm. It hadn’t tickled. Yixing just pressed closer, and Joonmyun held him.
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Prompt: Xiumin/Suho smut: when times are rough, Suho needs it rough in the bedroom too. He doesn't want to bother or freak out the other members but luckily Xiumin understands his needs.
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Minseok had seen the look on his face. When Joonmyun went into Minseok’s room, they all knew not to interrupt. No one knew what went on, otherwise. Joonmyun’s confessional, maybe. Joonmyun unburdening himself. Minseok put on music, covering any errant sounds, but it was drowned out by Joonmyun’s thundering heart. He’d knelt. He’d been begging for it. He was on his knees. He’d sucked Minseok hard, but that was the last thing he’d controlled. He moaned for it, his hands on Minseok’s hands that were holding Joonmyun’s head, his lips parted and desperate as Minseok fucked his mouth. The friction made his lips feel hot, his jaw aching from being held open, his tongue desperately working to try and pleased Minseok as he used Joonmyun’s mouth. He could taste the pre-come and he was desperate for it, trying to suck and punished as Minseok fucked his mouth faster.
And Minseok’s cock left his mouth with a pop, Joonmyun’s mouth working, trying to get it back, squeezing on Minseok’s hands.
“Your mouth looks good swollen like that,” Minseok said, and let him go, walking over to the bed and sitting back against the headboard with his cock curved up against his belly. He just stared, pointedly, and Joonmyun scrambled up, tugging his shirt over his head and shoving down his pants and underwear. He was half hard, too, getting out the hidden lube and gasping, fingering himself only enough to get himself slick and getting Minseok slick too as he straddled Minseok. The first stretch had him groaning, the pressure, the give as he rocked and slid down onto Minseok’s cock. He’d only just congratulated himself on it, when he gasped at the shock of a slap agains his ass. Not pain, just skin against skin, and it rocked him into motion, gasping, moaning as every time he sank down, Minseok spanked him. He wasn’t rocking on Minseok’s cock to get away from the slaps, but for more of them, moaning, trying to grind against Minseok’s stomach as he rode Minseok’s cock and tried to breathe. He was so hard, so close, something in him close to breaking, tightening up in his throat and his chest. Minseok’s hand began smacking him twice for every rock of Joonmyun’s hips, and Joonmyun finally gave in, helpless.
“Please,” he begged, and gasped, empty as Minseok lifted him and pushed him onto his back, Minseok over him, Minseok’s cock sliding back into him so easily.
“Finally,” Minseok said, and then he was fucking Joonmyun, lifting Joonmyun’s hips, their hips slapping together as Joonmyun moaned into Minseok’s shoulder and grasped at his back. Joonmyun moaned, his head shaking, neck arching as Minseok’s cock battered his prostate, seeing stars as his inhales got shallower and shallower. And he shook apart, shooting onto his belly as Minseok moaned and kept thrusting into him, fucking him until Joonmyun’s eyes were tearing and he could feel Minseok’s cock pulsing as he came, gasping for air.
Joonmyun ached and he was sweating and gross, and he leaned his head against Minseok’s, his arms squeezing around him as he listened to Minseok breathe. He felt…relieved. And Minseok didn’t make him leave.
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Prompt: Zhoumi/Junmyeon art gallery owner/intern (or whatever you like)
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The opening of a new show was always a frantic time. There was the patching of paint, of consulting the artist if it was a single artist showing or several if there were more. Joonmyun liked the shows were the art came in and he walked the floor with Zhou Mi, Joonmyun with a tape measure and sticky notes of each piece of art that they stuck to the walls or the floor where pedestals or tables would go. Zhou Mi had an eye for it, angling their rolling wall and jotting down notes about how to move the track lighting, what bulbs he wanted. It meant that Joonmyun would be on a stepladder for an hour or two, up and down as Zhou Mi observed and asked his opinion.
Because it wasn’t just Zhou Mi. Joonmyun was there as his right hand, to learn from him, and to share with Zhou Mi his perspective. He wasn’t just there to clean the pedestal cases and send emails. When Joonmyun set up and entire room, just leaning things against walls while waiting for Zhou Mi’s approval, Zhou Mi considered it against what he would do and what looked best. Two paintings were changed around, and when Joonmyun described is vision, Zhou Mi nodded slowly. Even if he had not made the art, there was an art to its display, and in those moments, there with Zhou Mi admiring what they had put together, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
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Prompt: girl!jongdae/Joonmyun - Joonmyun can see spirits. Jongdae is the dead girl who just won't stop haunting his room.
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Joonmyun saw her sometimes, opening his eyes just before the sun rose. She stood at the window, looking out at the sleepy city, and when he saw her, he wasn’t afraid somehow, falling back asleep and comforted that she was there. He saw her, too, when he woke in the middle of the night, when things were dark, and all there were were street lights, a fuzzy dark image in the shadows that when he squinted, moved.
“Who are you?” he wondered one night, and felt a gentle hand on his forehead, one he could not see.
Jongdae, he heard as he began to fall back asleep. Jongdae.
He remembered her face, the smile of it. When shadows gave way to something more real. Not just a fuzzy image that blocked out light but the form of a woman, something she struggled into, he knew. Sometimes she couldn’t talk like that, just the effort of being something he could recognize too much effort.
“Can’t you move on?” he wondered. “What keeps you here.
She didn’t know, perhaps. All she knew was that she was there, and that he was there.
She wasn’t just the echo of person left behind, but something real, a hand, cool, that squeezed his.
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Prompt: Joonmyun/Jongdae - trying to make amends after a huge fight and a cold war that lasted way too long for them to handle. Jongdae caves first.
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Joonmyun was a master of non-confrontational cold wars. There were times he even looked pleasant, which was scary as hell, like some kind of clown doll moving around their apartment saying please and thank you and otherwise pretending Jongdae wasn’t even there. Then there was the stone-faced Joonmyun, which was less infuriating but also less scary in one way and more in another. That Joonmyun was more like a ghost, slipping into and out of rooms, into and out of the apartment while seeming to be away more than he was there. That was avoiding. That was, and Jongdae hated to think it in the middle of being angry, very sad. Because determined Joonmyun, stone-faced Joonmyun, was hiding something under that mask. It could have been anger, but it also could have been pain, and it was pain that Jongdae had a hand in.
When Jongdae got angry at Joonmyun being pleasant if distant, it felt like Joonmyun was trying to antagonize him, so serene even when Jongdae was sniping at him, the embodiment of passive-aggression with a handsome face.
It was the pain Jongdae couldn’t deal with.
He planted himself in the hallway, spreading his arms to either side just as Joonmyun was making his way toward the bedroom, so that Joonmyun had little choice but to either run into him, stop, or turn away.
“We need to talk,” Jongdae said. It was an offer, an opening. Things couldn’t stay that way, quiet, fragile.
And Joonmyun didn’t stop, didn’t turn away. He just stepped right up to Jongdae and wrapped his arms around him. It was a start.
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Prompt: Prompt: can we maybe have a smutty continuation for that seho abo fic? (compatibility) - Original fic: http://coley-merrin.livejournal.com/491507.html
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Joonmyun went back to work almost immediately after discovering just where he stood with Sehun. Almost immediately, because he wasn’t sure he or Sehun had left his bed for longer than about fifteen minutes for the next three or four days - all it took to throw on clothes, accept food at the door, or maybe shower. Joonmyun had to change his pants before leaving for work the first day back because Sehun had caught him, knotted him one last time - as though, just in case the other dozen times hadn’t made him smell like Sehun sufficiently. Joonmyun hadn’t minded though. It had put just a bit of swagger in his step when he’d walked up to his desk. He reeked of the alpha doing his level best to bond them. It had an unexpected benefit of shielding him from some of the alpha’s scents. Instead of sitting in a state of half arousal because of pheromones, he was in his own little Sehun bubble. That was its own kind of arousal, and happiness. When they hadn’t been napping, they’d had a lot of time to fill with Sehun knotted in him or cuddling him. Talking, cozy, content.
They’d taken turns, getting up, taking care of each other. A lot more than Joonmyun’s body had been sated by that.
But Joonmyun was aching and getting harder by the moment as soon as he smelled that Sehun had entered the building. He smelled of sex, and knowing that was because of him had Joonmyun squirming. But Joonmyun was on his feet when Sehun came into sight, and it was a half a dozen steps by each of them before Joonmyun was in Sehun’s arms. Five hours. Joonmyun squeaked when Sehun squeezed him tighter, caused him to grind against Sehun a bit.
“I was going to try to be good,” Sehun said, muffled on Joonmyun’s shoulder. “But you smell like you need me.”
“I do. I do. Let me get the desk covered, and…”
All the breath left his body as Sehun’s lips pressed against his neck. But he had to collect himself, wobbling back to his desk and conferring to make sure the phones were covered. His face was red, but his body couldn’t care less, moving back and taking Sehun’s wrist so he could lead Sehun to Sehun’s assigned room. The room where they’d first kissed, first touched. The room where Joonmyun realized his expectations and wants were so far out of his control.
“I got hard the second I smelled you were here,” Joonmyun muttered between kisses after Sehun had locked them in. Sehun cupped the front of Joonmyun’s straining pants and Joonmyun thrust against him, gasping as he came, held up only by one of Sehun’s arms. Sehun moaned against his mouth like Joonmyun coming for him was the ultimate turn-on. Their progress toward the narrow bed was slow, and Sehun just gave up, grabbing Joonmyun’s thighs and boosting him, carrying him until Sehun could cover him on the bed, grinding their cocks together through layers of fabric.
“Please,” Joonmyun moaned, his hands shaking as he worked at his pants, and hissing as Sehun half stood, helping Joonmyun to rid himself of the wet fabric so that when Sehun opened his own pants, there was nothing keeping him from lifting Joonmyun’s hips and sinking into him. Sehun could feel, smell, how much he was wanted, like he was more attuned to Joonmyun every single day. His nails dug into Sehun’s shoulders, moaning as Sehun began to fuck him. “Please, Sehun!”
He couldn’t care how loud he was, moans muffled by Sehun’s lips, awkwardly cut off by the movement of their bodies. He was wrung out with sweat and they’d barely started, Sehun surrounding him with heat.
“I wanted you to knot me here every time,” Joonmyun almost shouted, and Sehun’s snarl at that confession had Joonmyun’s hips lifting with Sehun’s in desperation. Even if he hadn’t admitted it, his body had. And he inhaled the scent of smoke as the knot almost surprised him, stretching into him as Sehun pressed against him. Joonmyun gasped, squeezing around the growing knot and coming against Sehun’s belly before Sehun could even knot him properly. But Sehun wasn’t laughing at him, focused, so close, intent on that desperation to claim, to fill, to pleasure.
Sehun moaned as he came, and Joonmyun gripped his shirt, as though it was needed to keep Sehun close when Sehun had tied them so completely.
Sehun mumbled into the pillow and Joonmyun’s neck, and it took Joonmyun a moment to translate it into speech that was, “I finally got to knot you here.”
Finally.
“You know, when I go back to work, I’m going to really, really smell like you,” Joonmyun said against Sehun’s hair, and he couldn’t see it, but he was pretty sure Sehun grinned.
That day and he hoped every day after it.
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