[Fic] The Pitch - 1/1
Prompt:
Pairing: Xiumin/Kai
Rating: Up to NC-17
Warnings: sexswap, hybrid, sexual situations
Summary: 23 various prompts
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Prompt: femme jongin riding minseok
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There was lace encircling Jongin’s thighs, and Minseok’s fingertips caught on that, both rough and soft and a counterpoint to the silk of her skin. A stupid man would have been trying to tell her what to do, but he was not a stupid man, his hands on her but letting her to do him as she would. It was best that way, his legs warm from her body and the heavy cloth of her skirt that draped over both of them. She was a feast for the eyes, her hair glossy and dark, twining over her shoulder and down between her breasts, where his mouth had been pressed just minutes before. Her breasts above the corset were round and soft, her nipples still wet from being sucked until they were tight against his tongue. And he knew he had pleased her when she pushed him back and climbed over him, opening his pants and settling close, but not close enough.
“Jongin,” he moaned, and she pressed kisses across his cheeks, her eyes alight as she took him in hand for the moment it took before she enveloped him in wet warmth instead.
“I see you wanted this,” she teased.
Minseok wished he could have known what her face looked like as she watched him, but his eyes blurred at the clutch of her around him, the slide. It was like tumbling down a hill, grasping for his control and losing it to the rock of her hips and the impossibility of her body. And he couldn’t see all that much, her face, her neck, her breasts that moved and swayed as she did. What they had done, the press of their bodies together, his mouth at her breasts, the tease of kisses, she was that wet for him. Just him. He was the only man who existed, his cock hard and taken by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And she rode him like he was her own plaything, opening the buttons of his shirt and teasing his nipples with her nails, running her hands all over his chest and humming, cooing when she found an angle that delighted her.
“Oh, Minseok, yes. More.”
She always, always came first, no matter how close she took him to the edge somehow she always kept him back until she had her own ecstasy and Minseok clenched his teeth together as she bent over him, lower, braced herself and tightened around him more, more as she rocked and ground herself down against him. His hands were still useless, damp against her thighs, but he stared into her eyes, dark-lined and surprise spreading over them as her pleasure only grew. He grunted as she pulled him against her, her hips desperately pumping as she reached and reached.
“Minseok,” she gasped. Jongin’s cries against his cheek were exquisite, her fingers pulling on his hair and he felt her come, shuddering around him, against his chest. Her body slowed only a little as she wriggled and savored, still slick, still impossible. She went tight around him once. And again, a few second later. And Minseok moaned, gripping her thighs as he realized what was coming next. Not the wiggles as she pressed for her own pleasure, but more of her undulating hips, riding him hard and fast and not urging him to come for her so much as commanding it.
He could hardly tell her no, gasping and tense beneath her as she took him, all of him, squeezed all of his control and wrung it out as he stared at her shuddering breasts and her determined eyes. Minseok managed only a single sound before he pulsed inside of her, his head slamming back and groaning his hips lifted to meet hers. Jongin squeezed around him in time with his orgasm, biting her lip as she watched him come, and he felt like he came enough for three men just because of that. And she kept him inside her until he was finished, heavy with the pleasure, letting him slip from her slow as again, she pressed a kiss against his cheek, another at the corner of his mouth.
Her heavy skirts fell, covering all the skin he had felt but not seen, and pulled the cloth up to cover her breasts just before she reached for him, tucking his cock back away.
“The same time next time?” Jongin asked, closing up his pants with a gentle pat.
“If I’m not ready, I’ll be dead,” Minseok promised, and from that, he got a grin. All he’d have to sustain him until the next time he saw her.
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Prompt: clings to you um I love sex buddies to develop feelings I'M SUCH TRASH FOR THAT thank you so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Minseok loved the feeling of Jongin under him, the softness of her thighs when he gripped them, and how tightly she gripped him, especially when she was coming on his cock. Her dress was all rucked up, her careful hairstyle ruined, and her lipstick smeared from both his mouth and the way she’d wrapped her lips around his cock before pulling him on top of her. And she was gorgeous, urging him on and moaning and threatening to get herself off again if he didn’t start moving. He kissed the threats right off of her lips, feeling her laugh and gasp and groan as he lifted her hips and ground against her until her dark lined eyes were wide.
“Fuck,” she exhaled just before she came, her head falling to her side, whimpering as he fucked her through it.
And he growled, his head dropping as he came into the condom, feeling her so slick and warm around him. And all he could do was lower himself, pressing his face against her breasts that he’d bared not all that long before. He could’ve stayed there hours, and her hand was cool against his neck. Cuddling hadn’t been part of their arrangement. He didn’t want to let her go, and it wasn’t just because he wanted her again - though he did. If he could’ve kept her all night, he didn’t know how much of that would have been sleeping but that wasn’t their arrangement either. She’d been very firm on that, wanting to protect them both.
Maybe it had been enough to keep her safe, but he watched her dress, and pin her hair back up, and fix her make up, and smile at him before she left. And he didn’t think it had been enough for him.
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Prompt: het xiukai fertility ritual sex pls
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Minseok studied the row of men. She looked to their faces, the form of their bodies. While she wore a shift that hung from her shoulders to the top of their thighs, they were naked, because it was her task to choose the most virile, the man who could act in the gods’ stead and bring her the child that would bless their land and their year. When she grew round and full, the earth would blossom with her. She had been chosen, led from the halls of the temple, washed and dressed and almost shivering with anticipation in the cool night air as she surveyed the men lit by torch light. They were faces she knew, and some were ready to mate as they stared at her, stared through her shift. Minseok’s eyes caught on a mouth, one she had seen curve into a slow grin. When he looked to her, when he glanced down her body, his cock twitched, but he didn’t stare at her as though daring her to choose him. He stood and let her eyes take her fill of his body and the offer of it.
Jongin, whose cock was rising with the moon in her presence.
“This one,” Minseok said, and Jongin’s eyes widened as he was pulled out of line and the others were sent away to find their pleasures elsewhere. She nearly scalded her tongue on the offered drink, passing it to Jongin to share with him, and she watched his throat as he swallowed. His lips were wet and she wanted those on her, almost shivering as the priest approached them.
“You are the embodiment of the goddess Xiumin,” she was told, her brow anointed. “Goddess of weather, of life. And the goddess’s consort, the sky god Kai, whose light shines down this night to bless your joining.”
The moon was full and ripe, as were their bodies, ready to join. Minseok watched as Jongin’s brow was marked as well, his skin gleaming with beading sweat from the hot drink they had shared.
And that was when she touched him for the first time, taking his hand and leading him into the moon room to be closed in together. The circular opening let in the light as the moon rose and she turned her back to him and lifted his hand, guiding him so he could tug the flower and its heavy stalk from her hair, to let it tumble down over her shoulders.
But it took only the tug of another ribbon before her shift joined the flower on the floor, leaving them both bare and equal. And she let Jongin look his fill, stepping up to him and guiding his hands to her hips, pleased when he slid them into the small of her back and smoothed down until he grasped her buttocks and pulled her against him, his cock rubbing against her belly. There, there was the want, evidenced in the hard flesh against her and Jongin’s quick and shallow breathing. It made Minseok throb and together they looked to their raised bed, centered under the oculus of the dome and the moon’s light creeping onto it.
It was their sign to begin.
“I’ve never lain with a goddess,” Jongin said, his tone almost shy even though the way he touched her was not. It made for two of them, because had never bedded the sky.
“I have only known the touch of women before this night,” Minseok told him. “So if you cause a quickening in me, you will know it is truly a child of the gods.”
Minseok went first shivering at the cool of the mattress but knowing she wouldn’t be cool long as she supported her head on the carved stone pillow and let her thighs part, inviting him to join her in the light. His eyes darted over her body as he knelt there on the bed, and she waited, waited for the want, the curiosity to take him. Jongin’s hands lifted and he was emboldened by the curve of her hips, the invitation, the want. Jongin filled his hands with her breasts and Minseok arched for him, pushing up into his hands and giving him all of her. But they both gasped when her hips lifted, at the brush of his cock against her. He read her want, his hips lowering and tilting with hers and Minseok moaned, writhing for him as his thumbs traced her nipples and his cock rubbed against her clit. She had thought she had been wet before, the anticipation, the waiting, but her body proved her wrong as she began to ache, the slickness spreading until she could hear it as he moved against her.
Minseok gasped, the edge of the moon parting itself from the edge of stone above them.
“Jongin,” she said, her hands covering his.
Jongin heard her urgency, letting her go and moving again, readying for her. She admired him then, the glisten on his skin, the sculpting of his body, and his cock that moved with the beating of his heart before he grasped it and braced himself against her. His whole body was paused and tense, ready to push into her but hesitating.
“Are you…?”
“Please.”
Please, answer her want. He could not hurt her, unless it was with recklessness. The moon beckoned and her body ached for him. It could have been no one else but him as she moaned as her body gave around his cock and he nudged deeper, gasping and pulling back before sliding in fully, slick of her, filling her. He groaned as though almost surprised at the feel of her around him, at the way they joined, both effortlessly and with exquisite tension. Jongin braced himself on his hands like the whole strength of his body had given out, his eyes raising from her breasts to her face. His face was beautiful even in shadows, the moonlight crowning him, and the awe and focus on his face as his hips continued to roll and move. Minseok felt like a goddess, the way he looked at her, and she wanted to feel him, stroking her hands up his chest and gasping as Jongin folded down onto his elbows and the angle of their bodies meeting changed.
Minseok’s body tightened so quickly that she gasped, and still Jongin tried for her, moving against her as she clung to his shoulders and inhaled the moon.
And it shattered in her.
Minseok’s head flung back, mouth open in a silent cry as that unbearable almost pain blossomed into pleasure that swallowed her. Jongin moved and moaned and the pleasure shifted with him as he shifted, urgent, rocking her.
“Jongin, Jongin,” Minseok crooned, still shimmering, and she moaned, the sky above her, the embodiment of the night sky’s god inside her, and the moon glowing and centered in the oculus. The light blinded her, filled her, the heat rising until she was shaking, clutching so tight around him that she heard Jongin’s moan. And she cried out, “Kai!”
Jongin moaned again, the sound of it broken as he came, frantic, in her. Came with her, came because of her.
The tears she offered were of too much satisfaction, too much, overflowing in her as it replaced frantic need. And still, she squeezed around him, her muscles aching from being stretched, and he nuzzled against her skin, rocking with her until he was ready again, like the light of the moon compelled them.
They kept each other warm, there, curled together, until the light left them. It freed them, too, to the blankets that had been left for them, the food. When Jongin leaned in to kiss her, she let him.
And when Minseok pulled him down into the blankets, he followed, eager.
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There were those who watched with curiosity to see which of them would exit after the sun rose, and they were allowed to emerge. There were bets in place, eyes ever watchful as the sun rose in full, and reached its height, and began to lower. That was when tongues truly began to wag. A conception from the joining of the gods was considered good luck for the year to come. But if neither emerged before the next nightfall, then that was a luck itself - because that meant they had chosen each other.
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Prompt: •“idk you but you fell asleep on my shoulder on the bus and the only reason i’m letting you stay there is bc you look very comfy and i’m a good person - it’s totally not bc you’re also possibly the cutest and most precious human being i have ever seen hahah okay maybe a lil” xiukai
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There was something about a crowded bus that made Jongin want to get really, really far away. Everyone was in a seat, but that was only a little comfort since he was going to be on the swaying, bumping vehicle for at least another hour. Two people got up and left from the seat beside Jongin, and each time he felt relief, only to have to look back out the window as someone new sat down. All he knew about the last one was that it was a man, and that they passed three stops without him moving.
And that was when he felt something settle onto his shoulder. Internally, he groaned. Sometimes it happened, people falling asleep on him, and he had to shake them off, sometimes getting up and standing up until a different seat was free even. It made his skin crawl. And he winced, glancing down to see how he could get the guy off of him. And he saw eyelashes fanned, a soft mouth parted. The bus went over a particularly vicious bump and Jongin braced himself. And still, the man just sort of landed back, his head still bumping along on Jongin’s shoulder. There were his hands, loosely curled in his lap, and the little sound he made as they turned a corner. And Jongin realized he was staring and not moving the guy away. He looked like he needed it, that sleep.
It wasn’t like his head was heavy.
Jongin just turned his head back to the window and pretended to ignore the fact that the cutest man he’d ever seen was napping on him.
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Prompt: I like having you here I like that you're mine - xiukai pls
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Minseok laughed as Jongin did some kind of interesting skipping hop over the cold, bare floor of their bedroom. Of course, then he grunted as Jongin threw himself onto the bed and half landed on Minseok.
“We either need to get rugs until the floor is fixed, or you need socks,” Minseok said, and moved his leg away just in time before Jongin could put his cold feet against it.
“Has he called to say when it’s going to be fixed?” Jongin grumbled, seeming to be satisfied with the arm he got around Minseok. And Minseok put his leg back down, wary.
“Sometime before we can’t survive without an air conditioner.”
It was probably mean to laugh, but he did it anyway, ruffling Jongin’s hair. He didn’t mind so much. Socks weren’t vehicles of torture, to him at least. And he found they woke up just a little closer than they usually did most mornings. He couldn’t say he minded, the cute way that Jongin slept, and the way he woke. He’d have to go to the store and get some fluffy rugs to at least make islands for Jongin to walk over.
Minseok covered Jongin’s poor, cold toes with his leg, because he loved him.
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Prompt: •Someone keeps printing out cute dog pictures/messages on my wireless printer and I’m determined to find out whom xiukai pls
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The first time, Jongin thought it was his computer, or that he’d accidentally hit the wrong button, even though he’d never seen that picture of a panting poodle before in his life. It was cute, though. He just put it aside and thought maybe the world was just telling him something.
The third time, he thought maybe his printer was possessed. It wasn’t a dog picture that time, but some kind of quote how dogs were the best things in a person’s life, and he couldn’t say he disagreed but he wasn’t sure why his printer was telling him so when his own dogs were passed out behind him.
The fact that someone was using his printer was a slow dawning, as more cute quotes and pictures showed up. Sure enough, when he disconnected it from the network, the images stopped. When he reconnected it a few days later, it immediately printed him out a picture of a pug begging to be petted.
Jongin actually stroked the paper.
But then, he got curious. The wireless range wasn’t that great, not with how the building was set up. It was likely whoever lived on either side of him, or maybe across the hall was doing it. But the neighbor to his right was an elderly lady that he went shopping for sometimes, and the neighbors across the hall had children too tiny to figure out how to tap into his electronics.
The neighbor on the other side was a guy he’d spoken to a few times, and passed a couple of times a week. When Jongin stared, trying to divine an answer, he got a curious smile. And Jongin doubted himself. Maybe it was someone upstairs.
At least, until he ran into Minseok again the next day, as Jongin was coming back from work. He didn’t even move for a moment when Minseok held out a little bag, but then he took it.
“What…?”
“Just wanted to contribute,” Minseok said.
It was printer ink. And a confession.
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Prompt: http://veritasdico.tumblr.com/post/117676089968/im-so-fucking-bout-this soccer girl minseok pls
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The thing was, Minseok could make the ball move in ways that people didn’t quite believe. When it was a challenge, when it was a guy, a girl, all of them with talent and coordination of their own, she watched, waiting to step in, put a back spin, tap, and juggle, and make the ball move for her. It got her applause, and awe, and none of it she did to embarrass them. Most people she ended up cool with.
Games were something else, because no one liked thinking they were in control, only to be stripped of possession, and left in her dust. It was like she had pivots no one else did, but the things she did were because she’d been doing them all her life, and throwing her whole self into it regardless of possible danger. She’d been sidelined with a knee or ankle, but being able to move was like a memory written too deep into to forget. It was only too much pain that could stop her.
“I think a few people on the other team are glad they won’t have to face you all again soon,” Jongin said, leaning back against the car as Minseok shoved her gear into the trunk.
It hadn’t been a terrible loss for the other team, just 2-1. But a loss was a loss, and Minseok herself had stolen the ball a few times from the unwary. If they couldn’t keep it, she would take it.
“We’ll see if we meet after the season ends,” Minseok said, and Jongin grinned.
Sehun was waiting, so they had to go. But one game out of the way.
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Prompt: low demon minseok meeting a human named jongin who rather perplexes him
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Minseok had always thought that humans were easy, simple to understand, reduced the the most common of their features. He liked walking among them, drinking with them, bedding them. He didn’t have all of the powers that some of the others did, but even so he could draw humans to him. A smile, some innuendo, and most were panting after him. Each time he went, he learned more, about women, men, and some memorable nights with couples. Sometimes he liked talking. With Jongin, he liked how he walked, and Minseok followed Jongin, spotting him and wanting him like a pretty bauble that shone in and out of streetlights.
Minseok slid into the seat beside Jongin’s at the bar of the restaurant Jongin had chosen, and he let his tendrils of interest dangle and stroke.
“How was your evening?” Minseok asked, almost purring as he leaned in. It got him Jongin looking at him, seeing that face up close, in better light, and he searched Jongin’s eyes as he let his own interest show.
“Good. Better with food.”
Minseok laughed, licking his lips as he watched Jongin lovingly pull his food closer. Minseok put his hand on Jongin’s hip as he ate, as they talked, and Jongin seemed pleased, almost oblivious as to why Minseok was talking to him, flashing Minseok smiles and offering him food. And instead of making Minseok want less, it made him want more.
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Prompt: xiukai snowballing pls <3
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Whoever came first, it was a kind of treat, tasting their come on its own. Straight from each other’s mouth, anyway. Jongin “won” that night, moaning around Minseok and nearly choking him before Minseok pulled back so he could catch all of Jongin’s come that he could. Just tasting it had him shuddering, that and the throbbing of Jongin’s cock in his mouth. It pained him to pull his cock from Jongin’s mouth but Jongin’s grin, the way his mouth opened, eager, anticipating was almost, almost as good. Minseok hummed, pleased as Jongin took his come from him, and then just as sweetly shared it right back again. There was no art to it, just hunger, luxuriating in the feeling of it, of the taste, and hungry for more.
And that was why Jongin shared his come with Minseok one last time, smirking and moving back down Minseok’s body to Minseok’s cock that he’d been slowly stroking and keeping hard.
Whoever came first had it easy, too, because there was Minseok, trying not to choke on the come in his mouth as Jongin sucked him until his eyes crossed. MInseok moaned, gurgling, curling his hand hard in Jongin’s hair as his hips rolled and Jongin pulled the orgasm from him. Minseok moaned again, breathing hard through his nose and aching, desperate to swallow as Jongin loomed over him, sealed his mouth to Minseok’s, and pushed Minseok’s come into his mouth. Minseok shot forward, rocking into Jongin’s lap, letting Jongin take everything so he could swallow desperate, draw in air and dive right back in. Their tongues slid, come indistinguishable, as joined together as they were, as they moaned and kissed and shared everything.
They didn’t pay attention to who swallowed more, who had come more. Minseok just wrapped his arms around Jongin’s neck and pulled him over him.
And they just kept kissing.
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Prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAs7qiQgi38 xiukai au pls <3
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Minseok had seen it, once before. It made him creep, trying to be quiet while the dogs stared up at him and fled ahead of him as he got his camera ready. Luckily, the music masked the sound of his approach, and when Minseok heard the squeak of the mop, he knew he was in for a treat. It wasn’t that Jongin couldn’t mop without dancing, but when the music played, he almost couldn’t stop himself. It absorbed Jongin, moving. Not really mopping evenly, but he probably got most spots at least once or twice. Minseok wasn’t really worried about the floor, and more about the way he could see Jongin’s bare upper body caught the light. It was…a little distracting.
One of the dogs ran by and Jongin didn’t notice. But he turned, after, and startled to stop when he saw Minseok. And then he saw the phone and realized what Minseok was doing.
“Hey!”
“Hey!” Minseok echoed, laughing.
But he tossed his phone onto the table and grabbed Jongin’s outstretched hand.
The only thing better than watching Jongin dance with the mop was wrapping his arms around Jongin’s waist and letting Jongin move both him and the mop as they laughed and the music played around them.
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Prompt: fem!xiukai who spend their first night on vacation together ^_^
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They couldn’t afford to go very far, and they didn’t get the view they wanted, the one facing the beach so they could watch all the people running around and motivating them to get out there, too. It ended up being for the best, though, because what they got was a view of endless water and sky, high enough up that after the sun set, all they could see was a faint glow and the lights flashing warning boats of the shore. It meant that when Jongin patted her thighs and pulled Minseok back against her, Minseok didn’t think anything of it. When Jongin kissed against her neck, Minseok sighed and relaxed. When Jongin freed Minseok’s breasts from her soft sleeping tank, Minseok stiffened.
“No one can see. Just look at that view,” Jongin said.
It was why she was sprawled in her girlfriend’s lap, Jongin’s hands petting, squeezing, teasing. The kisses against her neck, the roll of her nipples between Jongin’s fingers, they made her squirm, an insistent ache starting between her legs. She couldn’t come just from that but she half wanted to, her nails digging into the upholstered arms of the chair as she fought against reaching and touching herself. The light had dimmed and she could see their partial reflection on the tall glass window and Minseok shuddered, her thighs creeping wider.
“You want me to?” Jongin asked, one her hands dropping to Minseok’s stomach. “Right here?”
Minseok hissed, Jongin’s tongue sliding against her skin. “Like you said, no one can see?”
Just them, and the water.
It took a little wriggling, but they worked her underwear down, and then she really felt exposed, her legs hooked on either side of Jongin’s, wanton and arching up against the hand that Jongin cupped against her. Minseok growled a little when she didn’t rub, just skimmed her fingers down until her fingertips could press inside. Two of them, three as Minseok inhaled and felt her body stretch, squeezing around Jongin’s fingers. Jongin didn’t even have to comment on how wet she was because she was cooing, sliding her fingers in and out like she’d found her new favorite thing. But still, it wasn’t enough and Jongin knew it. Instead of going fast, Jongin rubbed the fingertips of her free hand against Minseok’s clit, sweet and slow, making Minseok work for it as she grabbed at Jongin’s arm and gasped. Maddening circles, back and forth, until Minseok was arching, begging, and Jongin’s fingers went faster, drove her higher. Minseok squeezed around the fingers sliding in her, pleasure building and building, and she came hard, shaking, gasping when Jongin kept rubbing until she was done, too much, wrung out and smiling stupidly at their reflection in the window.
“How are we going to beat that the rest of the vacation?” Minseok asked, feeling almost woozy.
Jongin laughed, kissing her jaw. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Minseok kissed Jongin’s hand, knowing just exactly what she wanted to do. Still half naked, she went and got a towel from the bathroom so Jongin wouldn’t be bare-assed on a hotel chair, but when she sank down to the floor and ran her hands up Jongin’s thighs, Jongin cupped the back of her head and moaned for her. Minseok wanted to be sure that the last thing on Jongin’s mind was the view.
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Prompt: could I ask for jongin getting a mite bit possessive over his favorite tiny hyung minseok and how he is hanging off him more bc others keep demanding his attention ie SHINee infinite
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It was great, really, that everyone was realizing how wonderful Minseok was. He was funny, and he was cute, and he fit really nicely under Jongin’s arm. No one thought about that last thing, though. Just him. Sure, he was gaining popularity among the public but it was hard for people at large to steal Minseok away. He wasn’t just going to hang out with a legion of adoring fans at any hour of the day.
It was different, with people they knew. People in the company, people outside of the company. It wasn’t like Minseok had just suddenly appeared. He’d had friends outside of their own group before and during and after debut.
But Minseok just seemed to…be around the others more all of a sudden, and it put an ache in Jongin’s belly. It was ridiculous and he knew it, but he felt just a little like he was losing Minseok’s focus, just a little. He was going to come back, obviously. Obviously. But Jongin glued himself to Minseok’s elbow, putting his fingers on Minseok’s shoulder, staying close while he was talking and doing his best not to invade Minseok’s space too much. He wanted to be close, wanted Minseok to want him there, not to think he was just holding on too tightly.
It was good for Minseok to have people, other people. People to vent to. But Jongin just wanted to stay close while he could.
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Prompt: can I ask for something about minseok really liking jongin's pink hair and jongin telling minseok he liked his pink hair too. (maybe some cuddles and kisses?)
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It changed in the different light, the color of it, the various ways it looked. Sometimes it was lighter, sometimes darker. As one person who remained nameless to protect his identity had said, he kind of wanted to bite into it and see if it was pure spun sugar.
Minseok didn’t think that, too dark for the illusion, but it looked soft, like it would just give under his fingers. He knew how Jongin’s hair looked, smooth, shining, silky, but it was a different shade, a different way of thinking of it, of seeing it fall against Jongin’s forehead and make him glow.
Jongin had been preening, a little, and Minseok had admired it out loud. Jongin looked a little surprised, grinning a bit but not going bashful.
“I liked yours, too,” Jongin said, poking at Minseok’s shoulder like that was going to prove his point, lessen the sting of a direct compliment.
“Did you?”
They grinned a bit at each other before Minseok stepped up to him, nuzzling against Jongin’s neck and feeling Jongin start to nuzzle him back.
“You look good in almost every hair color,” Minseok said, and Jongin laughed.
“Almost?”
“Don’t be greedy,” he admonished. And Jongin’s hands tightened in Minseok’s lower back, tugging him a little closer, a little higher, as Jongin kissed him.
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Prompt: jongin the magnae of SHINee has a big crush on xiumin in EXO M and ends up talking to his favorite hyung jinki about his crush
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It was just normal to see the other groups around the building. They’d trained together, a lot of them, and still hung out. Even if Jongin had debuted with SHINee earlier than Minseok had with EXO M, there was no way that Jongin could treat him as a junior. His tongue probably would’ve turned into a knot, and his face got all hot as it was anyway when Minseok stopped by and complimented his dancing, that he’d really liked their last video.
“I know I can’t tell him, but I just want to talk to him,” Jongin said, miserable, as Jinki listened as Jongin poured out far too many details about just what thoughts he had about Minseok. How nice his skin was, and what his smile made him feel, and how nice he was. “He’d think I was weird. He probably thinks I’m just some kid.”
“Knowing Minseok, he doesn’t think that,” Jinki told him. “Besides, you said he thinks that your dancing is good. He might like it if you asked to practice with him sometime. You know EXO M’s dances. I know you do.”
Jongin put his head down and moaned a little. But Jinki wouldn’t lie to him, and maybe spending some time instead of seeing Minseok in passing would make him feel better.
He hoped it would. But he didn’t think so.
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Prompt: minseok and jongin seemed so tired after their concert today so please a cute canon fic with them curling up in bed together. maybe a few sleepy kisses.
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Each movement was deliberate, getting a turn in the bathroom, making sure there was enough water by the bed. Every muscle in Jongin’s back whined when he stretched out, hurting in a way that faded to something that felt almost nice and then made him feel leaden. He turned onto his side, nuzzling into the pillow and waiting as he heard Minseok moving around, putting things away, getting ready to sleep without having to worry about anything. They knew when they had to be awake next, and Jongin’s jaw popped as he yawned.
Finally, the light went down, and Minseok crawled into bed. He went through the same thing that Jongin had, groaning a little as his body started to relax. It made Jongin reach out in sympathy, stroking along Minseok’s side and tugging him in closer. Minseok sighed, nuzzling against him, sliding closer until he was using Jongin as his own personal body pillow.
“This is nice,” Minseok murmured, stroking through Jongin’s freshly-dried hair.
Jongin nudged their lips together, pressing soft kisses as Minseok got comfortable, warm. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, his body still aching and tired, but Minseok was close and the mattress supporting him. He didn’t wake again, and he didn’t even think he moved until the alarm went off, and Minseok kissing him made it just a little bit better.
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Prompt: lazy morning xiukai sex <3
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Minseok slipped back under the blankets, gravitating to where Jongin had nested back down after going to get them both something to drink. Minseok’s coffee was on the table, Jongin’s juice abandoned in favor of covering back up. What what really drew Minseok closer, was the knowledge that Jongin had no clothes on, and that there was a distinct motion of a hand moving under the blanket, and slick sounds. Minseok peeked, and sure enough, Jongin was stroking himself, slow and steady, and he didn’t stop, even as Minseok nuzzled his shoulder.
“Having fun without me?” Minseok asked.
Jongin’s free hand met Minseok’s hip, sliding, before wrapping around Minseok, too. Yes, he was getting hard, too, from being awake, from knowing Jongin was aroused.
“Just waiting for this,” Jongin said squeezing around him.
It made him move, displacing the blankets as the only thing above Jongin, and getting an arm around his neck as Jongin kissed him. Jongin’s thighs slid against his waist, guiding him in, still stroking himself even as Minseok got them both ready, and started filling him. Their hips rolled together, Jongin’s throat bared as he moaned, and Minseok watched all of him, his stroking hand, the arch of his chest. Jongin fell so deep sometimes, like having Minseok in him overwhelmed him, like he was unable to move, unable to think of anything other that the delicious pain of impending pleasure.
But Minseok just gathered up Jongin’s hips and let Jongin feel every inch of the slide of him, angling so that Jongin felt the ache, the need. Each movement had Jongin making little sounds, each movement had Jongin’s hand stroking faster until Minseok watched as Jongin came on his belly. It let him lower himself, let him move, nudging his hips hard and quick as Jongin moaned and Minseok tensed and gave in to Jongin’s body.
They wedged down beside each other, after, and by the time Minseok raised his drowsy head, his coffee was cold. But he didn’t mind.
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Prompt: please write jongin and mermaid minseon. - not dulce
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Jongin remembered that night and the storm, the woman wet from the water, the way she’d taken his hand and smiled at him as he’d offered his fire for her to dry off by, and she had sat there, talking to him for a while in the protection of his small home. And he’d made a sound, startled, when she’d taken her shift up over her head and bared her whole body to him. It took a shocked moment to turn his head, closing his eyes. But she hadn’t been ashamed, crawling to him and taking his limp hands and pressing them against her cool skin.
“You d-don’t have to thank me,” he said, as she molded his hands to her breasts.
“This is for want, not thanks, Jongin,” she said. “My name is Minseon, and I come from the sea. And tonight I wish to be with you.”
It had him gaping at her, firming his mouth as she leaned into him and kissed him. She straddled his legs there by the fire, and settled against his cock, hard against his best intentions. But instead of being disgusted, no, she cooed, encouraging him to feel her as she rubbed her lips against his. He’d already told her that she didn’t have to, and she was rocking his lap, squeezing over his hands, urging him to kiss her. When he moaned, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer.
“Please, Jongin,” she pleaded, and he had never ached so much for a woman as he did right then. So he kissed her, moaned for her, stroked against her sides, her back, as she moved for him. And she was the one who reached between them, who lifted his cock and lifted her body until his whole mind drowned in the delight of her sinking onto him, filling herself with him. Her hips rolled and she moaned, her head falling back, and her long hair streaming. He pressed his lips against her breasts, catching at her nipples with his lips and feeling her squeeze around him. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, lifting, rubbing against him until she was crying out and shuddering with pleasure.
“Jongin,” she gasped, and he moaned against Minseon’s neck as he came for her, his whole body tight as he shuddered and moaned again.
He woke twice in the night to Minseok moving against him, pulling him over her in the thin bed he had taken her to, and then resting again.
He woke to an empty home, like it was some kind of dream. All that he had left of the night, was Minseon’s shift, that she had left without, or else he would have doubted himself. She’d come from the sea, she’d said. A woman from the ships, perhaps, or a mermaid.
Jongin thought he would never see her again.
But he did. The night was equally as rainy, water lashing against the side of home and making him glad that he did not have to be outside in it. But that was when he heard the banging on his door, a female voice raising above the sound of the storm. He expected a neighbor, and was shocked to see Minseon’s face, wet in the fire’s light. She wore a simple shift, clinging to her skin in the rain, but her arm was curved low, under her burgeoning belly. Pregnant.
“Jongin!”
Jongin reached for her, helping her in as her knees almost buckled, a sound of pain echoing in his small home. She was moaning as she curled on her side on his bed, and he was startled to see the drips she had left behind tinged with blood.
“The baby is almost here. It’s not supposed to happen like this,” Minseon moaned.
“The baby,” Jongin chattered, not knowing what he should do. He’d never- “How…?”
“I was supposed to… Supposed to birth the child in the sea, to bless her, to give her the life I have lived. She- She would not allow it. She is a child of the earth.”
Minseon took his hand, pressing it against her belly, and he felt it stiffen as Minseon whimpered in pain.
“A child of the earth?”
“Your child,” Minseon said. And drenched, no doubt sweating despite it, she was beautiful as she laughed at his surprised and groaned, rolling onto her back and panting. “Oh, she’s close.”
Jongin grabbed the only thing he could find, a shirt, hovering as though he would be able to do anything to help besides hold her hand and wince as she squeezed it tight. He kept glancing down between her legs as she moaned and strained. And his eyes went wide, seeing the crown of a head.
The baby was born into his shirt, into his hands, in four more pushes, Minseon weeping as Jongin held the squirming, unhappy infant. But oh, Minseon reached and gasped Jongin put the shirt-swaddled baby on her belly.
“Jongin. Oh, Jongin, look at her.”
He was looking, and he didn’t know how a human could be so small. He got another shirt, a bit of blanket, and they wiped the baby clean. At Minseon’s bidding, he got a knife and severed the cord that tied mother to child.
“She has toes,” Minseon marveled, running her fingertip across the tiny little feet. “Oh, she’s beautiful.”
“She’s mine?” Jongin asked, as equally taken with the fingernails barely larger than a few grains of sand.
“You are the only man I have known,” Minseon said, looking at him. “I came to you to… You were kind to me, and I knew our child would be kind as well. I thought she would be born to the sea, as I was. But how do I leave her?”
“Leave her?” Jongin asked, alarmed. He’d now seen a baby being born, but that did not mean he could care for one.
“No, no,” Minseon said, shaking her head, and gathering the child closer. “Will you let me stay, to care for her here, with you?”
“I can’t put out my child,” Jongin said, and Minseon smiled.
“Yes. I thought you might say that. There may be… There may be times, when I must go back. It could be days. A week. When she is a little older. If I promised you I would return?”
“Yes. Of course, yes,” Jongin said, and even if he said so, he couldn’t fathom it. An hour before, he’d been a man of little means, just a small home and some dreams. He was a man then with a child who was his, a woman who might be also…?
“I didn’t think I would see you again,” Jongin said. He brought her water, all he had to drink, and he hardly knew how to touch her.
“I would have brought her to you, so that you could meet her, if she’d been born to the sea.”
“Then I’m of the earth, too?”
Minseon nodded, and pressed her cheek against his stroking fingers.
“You’re safe and welcome here,” Jongin told her and the mewling child. Minseon smiled for him, and in his heart, he knew it was right.
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Prompt: xiukai royal arranged marriage au where they have to consummate the marriage with specific courtiers in the room
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Kyungsoo was resigned, laying out for them what needed to be done. He’d been through it before, clearly, and had no tolerance for shyness or anything of the like. It was straightforward to him, Minseok realized. Get in bed, consummate the marriage, and then their two attendants could be gone. Sehun was the other, learning, but Minseok could see he was already desperately hard in anticipation of what was coming. Sehun needed a husband, now that Jongin was married and no longer needed him to wait on him. Two years, Sehun had been in Jongin’s employ. Two years of no sexual contact because he served his master.
Another person without shame, Jongin. He strode in while Minseok mused on men he knew who would be glad to give Sehun all he desired, and he shed his robe, his cock hard and on display.
Minseok did like a man who was eager.
“Are we going to stand and stare?” Jongin demanded.
That made Minseok laugh, puling back the blanket for his new husband, but being a bit more discreet as he let his own robe fall. He hated that there had to be someone in the room, someone seeing Jongin’s body that Minseok was ready to become intimately acquainted with, hearing him.
“I promised you the fuck of your life,” Minseok murmured, just loud enough for Jongin to hear as he crawled between Jongin’s legs. Maybe it had separated him out from the crowd of suitors, but he hadn’t promised it on a night that they were alone, and he wanted to make good on his word. Even if everyone in the room heard Jongin’s moans, so would he as he pulled the blanket up around his shoulders to shelter them a little.
“I’m waiting,” Jongin said, smirking a little and letting his thighs widen.
The liquid in the little flask was slick and sweet smelling, and instead of slicking his own cock first, he pressed two fingers into Jongin. The moan was throaty, surprised, pleased as Jongin gave around him. But he was still so tight, and Minseok wanted him so much that his cock was throbbing.
“Just wanted to be sure I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Minseok smirked.
“Only if you don’t fuck me right now.”
That he could do, getting his cock slick and letting it press into Jongin and fill him up until there was nowhere left to push. Jongin moaned the whole way, and Minseok wondered how many times he’d fucked himself with his fingers, remembering Minseok’s promise. They wouldn’t have nearly lived up to a real cock, and that was what he fucked Jongin with, gripping Jongin’s hips and wasting no precious time showing his husband what he’d been missing. That cocky attitude, it was going to go right away as Minseok showed him the pleasure he’d promised.
“Are you ready?” Minseok heard, and realized it was Kyungsoo.
“Yes.”
The blanket pulled back for just a moment, letting Kyungsoo confirm the consummation. That glance was enough, the blanket put back, and Minseok just heard Sehun’s hushed murmur. They’d stay there, until it was done, but Kyungsoo had enough to attest to the joining.
And Minseok had a man under him to show what he could do. And that was when he started to move, truly letting his cock slide into Jongin and feeling his thighs spasm as Minseok squeezed them. Jongin felt amazing around him, felt amazing under his stroking hands. He’d wanted Jongin from the moment he’d seen him, and he was not going to let Jongin regret his choice. Minseok lifted Jongin’s hips and watched his eyes glaze. There wold be time for softness later, after it was done. He knew he could spend hours kissing those lips and sliding his cock between them.
“You’ll want me to do this every night and morning,” Minseok promised, fucking faster.
“Minseok,” Jongin moaned, moaning like every thrust was making him come and Minseok knew one of them would. Jongin was clutching at him, his legs widening, his moans faster as Minseok squeezed his cock, both of them dripping with the effort of their labors. Jongin almost roared as he came, his cock throbbing in Minseok’s hand, squeezing around Minseok so tight that Minseok had to hiss, grimacing as he tried to keep control. He didn’t want to come when Jongin was writhing in pleasure, but when Jongin was aware, when Jongin could look him in the eye and know that Minseok was coming in him.
Somehow he held on, despite the feeling of Jongin around him, despite the smell of Jongin’s come and the knowledge that he’d gotten Jongin off so quickly.
“Jongin,” he said, and Jongin looked at him with bleary eyes, eyes that widened when he realized why Minseok had said his name. And more desperate, he moaned, “Jongin.”
And that was when he filled Jongin, letting his body go, feeling the ache deep in him as he pressed deep and desperate. Jongin. His. His husband.
Jongin met his kiss, moaning against his mouth as the blanket was pulled back one last time. The room was empty then, just the two of them, and Minseok kept Jongin close, kissed him, until they both fell asleep.
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Prompt: Shite you fulfilled my every wish for the xiukai royal consummation prompt. Can I beg for a follow up where they have morning sex?
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Jongin woke up moaning, reaching for his cock to find someone already there. He felt a head through the blanket, and tossed it back, amazed to see his new husband swallowing his cock and smiling up at him. He made a series of sounds that Jongin took to mean “good morning” and all he could do was groan back, covering his eyes against the light from outside and gasping as two slick fingers slid into him. Fuck, he was still sensitive from the night before, but it felt good, like Minseok was just making him want more.
Jongin gasped, almost succumbing, just before MInseok lifted his head.
“The wedding night isn’t over until we break our fast, though I think I just nearly did, Minseok said, smirking.
Jongin hissed, pulling Minseok in, wrapping his legs around him. There wasn’t anyone there to observe, to listen, to care. Just them. Just Minseok, and his--
Jongin groaned as Minseok pushed into him. More. More. He asked it with his lips, with the grasping of his hands, the lifting of his hips. His cock throbbed, and Minseok’s filled him, stoking his pleasure from the inside, until all he had were incoherent sounds and Minseok’s lips against his throat. Jongin jerked, startling, coming in Minseok’s hand, coming to Minseok’s moans, his scalp prickling as Minseok moaned again as he filled Jongin again, a final time on their wedding night. But not the last time. Not when Minseok had shown him what they could have.
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Prompt: jongin dancing for minseok pls <3
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When there wasn’t music, Jongin felt like he could hear it anyway, but there was then, subtle from Minseok’s phone. He’d wanted to watch, and Jongin felt almost breathless. It wasn’t to teach, and Jongin couldn’t bring himself to look to see if it was admiration. No, he knew it was, catching glimpses of his movements in the window, knowing where Minseok sat at every moment, every beat, knowing how the dance looked from every angle. It made him feel deliciously exposed, almost like he’d bared everything, but also almost like he’d put on a second armor instead. He wanted Minseok’s admiration, wanted Minseok’s lips to part as he watched Jongin move.
It made him imagine a different dance, one that was a lot closer, seeing Minseok’s face as he held onto Minseok’s shoulders. It almost made him falter, caught up in the fantasy of it, catching his own rhythm and turning. The song was almost over, and he’d stop with it even if his body would want to continue. It wound down, and Jongin posed for the final strains facing Minseok, like he would have if it had been a stage. When Jongin peeked up from under his bangs, he saw Minseok smiling.
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Prompt: biffles neighbors xiukai who act so married without knowing it that they run off potential mates every time
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Minseok half suspected the guy in their little group was trying to hit on him, which was okay with him. The guy was cute enough, though Minseok wasn’t entirely sure he was interested in dating right then.
“Minseok, did you hear this?”
It was Jongin, relaying a joke, leaning into Minseok’s space, pushing against his arm. They laughed about that, how it related back to that summer when their neighbor above them had nearly brained them with a bucket of slop.
And by the time Minseok thought about it, the guy had moved on.
Minseok had his arms full of groceries, coming home and not unsurprised to see the woman from down the hall flirting with Jongin. Jongin spotted him, stopping mid-sentence to take a bag out of Minseok’s arms so he could open the door.
“Thanks,” Minseok said.
“Sure. Oh, hey, have you met our neighbor?”
Jongin’s arm settled around Minseok’s shoulder and they chatted for a few minutes before the woman apologized and made her way back down the hall.
“What’s for dinner?” Jongin asked, following Minseok into the apartment, and ducking away as Minseok swatted at him.
“She seemed nice,” Minseok said.
“Yeah, I guess she had to go, though.” And Jongin helped him put away the groceries.
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Prompt: coley would you maybe do a follow up for your fic for the girl exo exchange, maybe when they sleep together for the first time :) xiukai follow-up to this: http://girlexochange.livejournal.com/7727.html
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Minseok loved her. Every day that Minseok went to work, Jongin heard it, Minseok kissing her, assuring her. Jongin wrapped her tail around her legs, concentrating on a puzzle to keep herself busy part of the day until Minseok returned. She’d put that puzzle together five times already, but there was still satisfaction to see it coming together.
Minseok kissed her on the couch sometimes, rubbing his lips against hers, sighing as she kissed back against him. And those little sounds he made, when Jongin took his hands and put them on her body, giving him permission to touch, to stroke. She loved his hands on her, over cloth, on her skin. She took off her shirt and he’d looked at her like she was a goddess, soothing against her back, sliding his fingers against her breasts, stroking against her nipples. Her whole back arched as Minseok’s lips pressed against her breasts, licking, sucking.
“Oh, oh. Minseok,” she gasped, her thighs working and gasping again as orgasm rolled through her. Her body wasn’t out of control then, but hers to enjoy, and she clutched Minseok’s head against her as she came again, turning her face against the back of the couch. “Please!”
Jongin guided one of his hands between her legs, shuddering as his fingers pressed against her. But she didn’t have to show him where she needed his touch. Minseok kissed up her neck, urged her as his fingers stroked, and Jongin shook for him, eyes wide as she came for him. He wrapped her in a blanket, into a cocoon with him and didn’t ask her to help him out either, even when she knew he ached. But she loved his moans when she touched him through the fabric of his pants, the way his hand would cover hers and urge her faster, the way his hand would shake as he came, too. And Jongin’s eyes were bright on the day she was bold, flushed from pleasure, and opening his pants so that she could test his girth herself. It made her ache, and Minseok moaned her name, coming as she stroked him, watching as she licked a smear from one of her fingers. She got used to it, got greedy for the look on his face when he came for her, whimpered for him at the slow slide of one of his fingers into her when she thought she could combust without it. So many days of exploration, of Minseok cuddling her, of talking curled in bed with Minseok kissing against her hair, and holding her hand when he took her on dates. So many nights of nothing but dozing, of laughing, of Jongin being afraid he wouldn’t want her all the time, not as much as she needed him.
“Do you think about putting this inside me?” Jongin asked, as she stroked Minseok one night. Her shirt was flung over the back of the couch, her bra somewhere else, and she’d shuddered as Minseok touched her before opening his pants. He’d opened his shirt too, giving her warm skin to touch, to press her face against, and she liked that, liked watching as she squeezed her fingers along him. She’d kissed him there, a few times, and he’d made sounds like he was dying. Maybe she’d do more, when she felt bold enough.
“Do I- When you’re ready, if you want, yes,” Minseok said, his voice a little rough. It sent shivers through her and his cock twitched against her fingers. She liked that word. It suited him there with his body tense and his legs braced, and so hard. She liked his fingers in her. Though his fingers weren’t nearly as big, but she felt like she had a need too great for that.
“I want it, too,” she said. “I want to be with you in every way. I want to see if I like it. Can we?”
Minseok swallowed, nodding. “When- Whenever you’re ready. You’ve never- It might be easier if you are in control, that way you can go as slow as you want.”
She didn’t want slow, she wanted full, but she understood.
“How? Like this?”
Minseok wriggled his pants down further, baring him for her, steadying her as she wriggled out of her remaining clothes and got a knee over his hip. He moaned as she rubbed wet against him, and that was nice, too, different. Jongin’s tail rubbed against his legs, and she wanted all of him. He watched. He held her as she pressed down against him. Bigger than his fingers, more like the toys she needed to use sometimes. She slid down him and she didn’t think Minseok breathed until she could go not further, his fingers tight on her sides.
“Oh,” Jongin said, rocking a bit with him inside of her. “Oh, I like that.”
Minseok licked his lips. “You’re amazing. Beautiful.”
Jongin leaned forward, wriggling, and he groaned, staring up at her. “Do you love me?”
That made him grin, laughing as he cupped her face. “I love you so much. No matter what.”
Jongin had to kiss him then, to feel that happiness, and her body compelled her to move, feeling his moans against her.
“Oh yes, I like this,” she exulted. It was so much better than a toy. Minseok was warm, and he smelled of home, and his hips shifted helplessly as his hands skimmed her back. Jongin ground against him and came around him and Minseok’s moans were broken as she clutched at him, gasping, crying out, and still needing more of him in her.
“Jongin. Jongin, Jongin,” Minseok chanted, and she knew he was close to his own end. Jongin’s hips moved, frantic, and she shuddered again just as Minseok moaned. She squeezed around him as he came, over, and over, and over, until they were both spent, until she was tucked up against him and almost shivering with the aftermath of pleasure.
“I love you no matter what, too,” Jongin whispered to him, and Minseok pressed a kiss against her cheek. He’d let her choose. She wondered if he knew that she would always choose him.
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Prompt: biffles kaisoo are at a restaurant because jongin has a crush on the new waiter named Minseok.
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Kyungsoo had a number of different things to help him decipher why they were there. The first had been Jongin’s raptures after two visits ago. Kyungsoo could only vaguely remember the waiter’s face, but Jongin had nearly carved it out in marble. So the next time, Kyungsoo had been told to loo but not look too long or Minseok might think he was looking, but what if he wasn’t hteir waiter, and what if-
He was their waiter, Kyungsoo never got spotted as a furtive crush-watcher, and all was well. All Kyungsoo had to do was step on Jongin’s foot when Minseok started in their direction so that Jongin could make sure to swallow if Minseok happened to stop at their table. As jobs went, it was an easy one, and all he had to do was watch as Jongin sent yearning little looks up at Minseok, like he was shouting “notice me!” with his eyes.
It was also his place to step in, when Jongin wouldn’t even do the nice thing and leave his phone number on a receipt on the table.
“Minseok, I was wondering if you do anything special here if someone is having a birthday?”
“Oh, is it one of your birthdays?” Minseok asked, looking between them while Jongin visually went into Not Panicked Mode.
“It’s my friend Jongin’s here soon,” Kyungsoo said. There. The waiter now new Jongin’s name. He was welcome.
Minseok grinned at Jongin, as Kyungsoo had hoped. “If you come in closer to that day, and I’m working, let me know.”
Kyungsoo towed Jongin down the sidewalk.
“Let me know!” Jongin said, for the fourteenth time. He’d created a monster.
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Pairing: Xiumin/Kai
Rating: Up to NC-17
Warnings: sexswap, hybrid, sexual situations
Summary: 23 various prompts
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Prompt: femme jongin riding minseok
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There was lace encircling Jongin’s thighs, and Minseok’s fingertips caught on that, both rough and soft and a counterpoint to the silk of her skin. A stupid man would have been trying to tell her what to do, but he was not a stupid man, his hands on her but letting her to do him as she would. It was best that way, his legs warm from her body and the heavy cloth of her skirt that draped over both of them. She was a feast for the eyes, her hair glossy and dark, twining over her shoulder and down between her breasts, where his mouth had been pressed just minutes before. Her breasts above the corset were round and soft, her nipples still wet from being sucked until they were tight against his tongue. And he knew he had pleased her when she pushed him back and climbed over him, opening his pants and settling close, but not close enough.
“Jongin,” he moaned, and she pressed kisses across his cheeks, her eyes alight as she took him in hand for the moment it took before she enveloped him in wet warmth instead.
“I see you wanted this,” she teased.
Minseok wished he could have known what her face looked like as she watched him, but his eyes blurred at the clutch of her around him, the slide. It was like tumbling down a hill, grasping for his control and losing it to the rock of her hips and the impossibility of her body. And he couldn’t see all that much, her face, her neck, her breasts that moved and swayed as she did. What they had done, the press of their bodies together, his mouth at her breasts, the tease of kisses, she was that wet for him. Just him. He was the only man who existed, his cock hard and taken by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And she rode him like he was her own plaything, opening the buttons of his shirt and teasing his nipples with her nails, running her hands all over his chest and humming, cooing when she found an angle that delighted her.
“Oh, Minseok, yes. More.”
She always, always came first, no matter how close she took him to the edge somehow she always kept him back until she had her own ecstasy and Minseok clenched his teeth together as she bent over him, lower, braced herself and tightened around him more, more as she rocked and ground herself down against him. His hands were still useless, damp against her thighs, but he stared into her eyes, dark-lined and surprise spreading over them as her pleasure only grew. He grunted as she pulled him against her, her hips desperately pumping as she reached and reached.
“Minseok,” she gasped. Jongin’s cries against his cheek were exquisite, her fingers pulling on his hair and he felt her come, shuddering around him, against his chest. Her body slowed only a little as she wriggled and savored, still slick, still impossible. She went tight around him once. And again, a few second later. And Minseok moaned, gripping her thighs as he realized what was coming next. Not the wiggles as she pressed for her own pleasure, but more of her undulating hips, riding him hard and fast and not urging him to come for her so much as commanding it.
He could hardly tell her no, gasping and tense beneath her as she took him, all of him, squeezed all of his control and wrung it out as he stared at her shuddering breasts and her determined eyes. Minseok managed only a single sound before he pulsed inside of her, his head slamming back and groaning his hips lifted to meet hers. Jongin squeezed around him in time with his orgasm, biting her lip as she watched him come, and he felt like he came enough for three men just because of that. And she kept him inside her until he was finished, heavy with the pleasure, letting him slip from her slow as again, she pressed a kiss against his cheek, another at the corner of his mouth.
Her heavy skirts fell, covering all the skin he had felt but not seen, and pulled the cloth up to cover her breasts just before she reached for him, tucking his cock back away.
“The same time next time?” Jongin asked, closing up his pants with a gentle pat.
“If I’m not ready, I’ll be dead,” Minseok promised, and from that, he got a grin. All he’d have to sustain him until the next time he saw her.
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Prompt: clings to you um I love sex buddies to develop feelings I'M SUCH TRASH FOR THAT thank you so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Minseok loved the feeling of Jongin under him, the softness of her thighs when he gripped them, and how tightly she gripped him, especially when she was coming on his cock. Her dress was all rucked up, her careful hairstyle ruined, and her lipstick smeared from both his mouth and the way she’d wrapped her lips around his cock before pulling him on top of her. And she was gorgeous, urging him on and moaning and threatening to get herself off again if he didn’t start moving. He kissed the threats right off of her lips, feeling her laugh and gasp and groan as he lifted her hips and ground against her until her dark lined eyes were wide.
“Fuck,” she exhaled just before she came, her head falling to her side, whimpering as he fucked her through it.
And he growled, his head dropping as he came into the condom, feeling her so slick and warm around him. And all he could do was lower himself, pressing his face against her breasts that he’d bared not all that long before. He could’ve stayed there hours, and her hand was cool against his neck. Cuddling hadn’t been part of their arrangement. He didn’t want to let her go, and it wasn’t just because he wanted her again - though he did. If he could’ve kept her all night, he didn’t know how much of that would have been sleeping but that wasn’t their arrangement either. She’d been very firm on that, wanting to protect them both.
Maybe it had been enough to keep her safe, but he watched her dress, and pin her hair back up, and fix her make up, and smile at him before she left. And he didn’t think it had been enough for him.
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Prompt: het xiukai fertility ritual sex pls
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Minseok studied the row of men. She looked to their faces, the form of their bodies. While she wore a shift that hung from her shoulders to the top of their thighs, they were naked, because it was her task to choose the most virile, the man who could act in the gods’ stead and bring her the child that would bless their land and their year. When she grew round and full, the earth would blossom with her. She had been chosen, led from the halls of the temple, washed and dressed and almost shivering with anticipation in the cool night air as she surveyed the men lit by torch light. They were faces she knew, and some were ready to mate as they stared at her, stared through her shift. Minseok’s eyes caught on a mouth, one she had seen curve into a slow grin. When he looked to her, when he glanced down her body, his cock twitched, but he didn’t stare at her as though daring her to choose him. He stood and let her eyes take her fill of his body and the offer of it.
Jongin, whose cock was rising with the moon in her presence.
“This one,” Minseok said, and Jongin’s eyes widened as he was pulled out of line and the others were sent away to find their pleasures elsewhere. She nearly scalded her tongue on the offered drink, passing it to Jongin to share with him, and she watched his throat as he swallowed. His lips were wet and she wanted those on her, almost shivering as the priest approached them.
“You are the embodiment of the goddess Xiumin,” she was told, her brow anointed. “Goddess of weather, of life. And the goddess’s consort, the sky god Kai, whose light shines down this night to bless your joining.”
The moon was full and ripe, as were their bodies, ready to join. Minseok watched as Jongin’s brow was marked as well, his skin gleaming with beading sweat from the hot drink they had shared.
And that was when she touched him for the first time, taking his hand and leading him into the moon room to be closed in together. The circular opening let in the light as the moon rose and she turned her back to him and lifted his hand, guiding him so he could tug the flower and its heavy stalk from her hair, to let it tumble down over her shoulders.
But it took only the tug of another ribbon before her shift joined the flower on the floor, leaving them both bare and equal. And she let Jongin look his fill, stepping up to him and guiding his hands to her hips, pleased when he slid them into the small of her back and smoothed down until he grasped her buttocks and pulled her against him, his cock rubbing against her belly. There, there was the want, evidenced in the hard flesh against her and Jongin’s quick and shallow breathing. It made Minseok throb and together they looked to their raised bed, centered under the oculus of the dome and the moon’s light creeping onto it.
It was their sign to begin.
“I’ve never lain with a goddess,” Jongin said, his tone almost shy even though the way he touched her was not. It made for two of them, because had never bedded the sky.
“I have only known the touch of women before this night,” Minseok told him. “So if you cause a quickening in me, you will know it is truly a child of the gods.”
Minseok went first shivering at the cool of the mattress but knowing she wouldn’t be cool long as she supported her head on the carved stone pillow and let her thighs part, inviting him to join her in the light. His eyes darted over her body as he knelt there on the bed, and she waited, waited for the want, the curiosity to take him. Jongin’s hands lifted and he was emboldened by the curve of her hips, the invitation, the want. Jongin filled his hands with her breasts and Minseok arched for him, pushing up into his hands and giving him all of her. But they both gasped when her hips lifted, at the brush of his cock against her. He read her want, his hips lowering and tilting with hers and Minseok moaned, writhing for him as his thumbs traced her nipples and his cock rubbed against her clit. She had thought she had been wet before, the anticipation, the waiting, but her body proved her wrong as she began to ache, the slickness spreading until she could hear it as he moved against her.
Minseok gasped, the edge of the moon parting itself from the edge of stone above them.
“Jongin,” she said, her hands covering his.
Jongin heard her urgency, letting her go and moving again, readying for her. She admired him then, the glisten on his skin, the sculpting of his body, and his cock that moved with the beating of his heart before he grasped it and braced himself against her. His whole body was paused and tense, ready to push into her but hesitating.
“Are you…?”
“Please.”
Please, answer her want. He could not hurt her, unless it was with recklessness. The moon beckoned and her body ached for him. It could have been no one else but him as she moaned as her body gave around his cock and he nudged deeper, gasping and pulling back before sliding in fully, slick of her, filling her. He groaned as though almost surprised at the feel of her around him, at the way they joined, both effortlessly and with exquisite tension. Jongin braced himself on his hands like the whole strength of his body had given out, his eyes raising from her breasts to her face. His face was beautiful even in shadows, the moonlight crowning him, and the awe and focus on his face as his hips continued to roll and move. Minseok felt like a goddess, the way he looked at her, and she wanted to feel him, stroking her hands up his chest and gasping as Jongin folded down onto his elbows and the angle of their bodies meeting changed.
Minseok’s body tightened so quickly that she gasped, and still Jongin tried for her, moving against her as she clung to his shoulders and inhaled the moon.
And it shattered in her.
Minseok’s head flung back, mouth open in a silent cry as that unbearable almost pain blossomed into pleasure that swallowed her. Jongin moved and moaned and the pleasure shifted with him as he shifted, urgent, rocking her.
“Jongin, Jongin,” Minseok crooned, still shimmering, and she moaned, the sky above her, the embodiment of the night sky’s god inside her, and the moon glowing and centered in the oculus. The light blinded her, filled her, the heat rising until she was shaking, clutching so tight around him that she heard Jongin’s moan. And she cried out, “Kai!”
Jongin moaned again, the sound of it broken as he came, frantic, in her. Came with her, came because of her.
The tears she offered were of too much satisfaction, too much, overflowing in her as it replaced frantic need. And still, she squeezed around him, her muscles aching from being stretched, and he nuzzled against her skin, rocking with her until he was ready again, like the light of the moon compelled them.
They kept each other warm, there, curled together, until the light left them. It freed them, too, to the blankets that had been left for them, the food. When Jongin leaned in to kiss her, she let him.
And when Minseok pulled him down into the blankets, he followed, eager.
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There were those who watched with curiosity to see which of them would exit after the sun rose, and they were allowed to emerge. There were bets in place, eyes ever watchful as the sun rose in full, and reached its height, and began to lower. That was when tongues truly began to wag. A conception from the joining of the gods was considered good luck for the year to come. But if neither emerged before the next nightfall, then that was a luck itself - because that meant they had chosen each other.
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Prompt: •“idk you but you fell asleep on my shoulder on the bus and the only reason i’m letting you stay there is bc you look very comfy and i’m a good person - it’s totally not bc you’re also possibly the cutest and most precious human being i have ever seen hahah okay maybe a lil” xiukai
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There was something about a crowded bus that made Jongin want to get really, really far away. Everyone was in a seat, but that was only a little comfort since he was going to be on the swaying, bumping vehicle for at least another hour. Two people got up and left from the seat beside Jongin, and each time he felt relief, only to have to look back out the window as someone new sat down. All he knew about the last one was that it was a man, and that they passed three stops without him moving.
And that was when he felt something settle onto his shoulder. Internally, he groaned. Sometimes it happened, people falling asleep on him, and he had to shake them off, sometimes getting up and standing up until a different seat was free even. It made his skin crawl. And he winced, glancing down to see how he could get the guy off of him. And he saw eyelashes fanned, a soft mouth parted. The bus went over a particularly vicious bump and Jongin braced himself. And still, the man just sort of landed back, his head still bumping along on Jongin’s shoulder. There were his hands, loosely curled in his lap, and the little sound he made as they turned a corner. And Jongin realized he was staring and not moving the guy away. He looked like he needed it, that sleep.
It wasn’t like his head was heavy.
Jongin just turned his head back to the window and pretended to ignore the fact that the cutest man he’d ever seen was napping on him.
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Prompt: I like having you here I like that you're mine - xiukai pls
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Minseok laughed as Jongin did some kind of interesting skipping hop over the cold, bare floor of their bedroom. Of course, then he grunted as Jongin threw himself onto the bed and half landed on Minseok.
“We either need to get rugs until the floor is fixed, or you need socks,” Minseok said, and moved his leg away just in time before Jongin could put his cold feet against it.
“Has he called to say when it’s going to be fixed?” Jongin grumbled, seeming to be satisfied with the arm he got around Minseok. And Minseok put his leg back down, wary.
“Sometime before we can’t survive without an air conditioner.”
It was probably mean to laugh, but he did it anyway, ruffling Jongin’s hair. He didn’t mind so much. Socks weren’t vehicles of torture, to him at least. And he found they woke up just a little closer than they usually did most mornings. He couldn’t say he minded, the cute way that Jongin slept, and the way he woke. He’d have to go to the store and get some fluffy rugs to at least make islands for Jongin to walk over.
Minseok covered Jongin’s poor, cold toes with his leg, because he loved him.
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Prompt: •Someone keeps printing out cute dog pictures/messages on my wireless printer and I’m determined to find out whom xiukai pls
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The first time, Jongin thought it was his computer, or that he’d accidentally hit the wrong button, even though he’d never seen that picture of a panting poodle before in his life. It was cute, though. He just put it aside and thought maybe the world was just telling him something.
The third time, he thought maybe his printer was possessed. It wasn’t a dog picture that time, but some kind of quote how dogs were the best things in a person’s life, and he couldn’t say he disagreed but he wasn’t sure why his printer was telling him so when his own dogs were passed out behind him.
The fact that someone was using his printer was a slow dawning, as more cute quotes and pictures showed up. Sure enough, when he disconnected it from the network, the images stopped. When he reconnected it a few days later, it immediately printed him out a picture of a pug begging to be petted.
Jongin actually stroked the paper.
But then, he got curious. The wireless range wasn’t that great, not with how the building was set up. It was likely whoever lived on either side of him, or maybe across the hall was doing it. But the neighbor to his right was an elderly lady that he went shopping for sometimes, and the neighbors across the hall had children too tiny to figure out how to tap into his electronics.
The neighbor on the other side was a guy he’d spoken to a few times, and passed a couple of times a week. When Jongin stared, trying to divine an answer, he got a curious smile. And Jongin doubted himself. Maybe it was someone upstairs.
At least, until he ran into Minseok again the next day, as Jongin was coming back from work. He didn’t even move for a moment when Minseok held out a little bag, but then he took it.
“What…?”
“Just wanted to contribute,” Minseok said.
It was printer ink. And a confession.
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Prompt: http://veritasdico.tumblr.com/post/117676089968/im-so-fucking-bout-this soccer girl minseok pls
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The thing was, Minseok could make the ball move in ways that people didn’t quite believe. When it was a challenge, when it was a guy, a girl, all of them with talent and coordination of their own, she watched, waiting to step in, put a back spin, tap, and juggle, and make the ball move for her. It got her applause, and awe, and none of it she did to embarrass them. Most people she ended up cool with.
Games were something else, because no one liked thinking they were in control, only to be stripped of possession, and left in her dust. It was like she had pivots no one else did, but the things she did were because she’d been doing them all her life, and throwing her whole self into it regardless of possible danger. She’d been sidelined with a knee or ankle, but being able to move was like a memory written too deep into to forget. It was only too much pain that could stop her.
“I think a few people on the other team are glad they won’t have to face you all again soon,” Jongin said, leaning back against the car as Minseok shoved her gear into the trunk.
It hadn’t been a terrible loss for the other team, just 2-1. But a loss was a loss, and Minseok herself had stolen the ball a few times from the unwary. If they couldn’t keep it, she would take it.
“We’ll see if we meet after the season ends,” Minseok said, and Jongin grinned.
Sehun was waiting, so they had to go. But one game out of the way.
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Prompt: low demon minseok meeting a human named jongin who rather perplexes him
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Minseok had always thought that humans were easy, simple to understand, reduced the the most common of their features. He liked walking among them, drinking with them, bedding them. He didn’t have all of the powers that some of the others did, but even so he could draw humans to him. A smile, some innuendo, and most were panting after him. Each time he went, he learned more, about women, men, and some memorable nights with couples. Sometimes he liked talking. With Jongin, he liked how he walked, and Minseok followed Jongin, spotting him and wanting him like a pretty bauble that shone in and out of streetlights.
Minseok slid into the seat beside Jongin’s at the bar of the restaurant Jongin had chosen, and he let his tendrils of interest dangle and stroke.
“How was your evening?” Minseok asked, almost purring as he leaned in. It got him Jongin looking at him, seeing that face up close, in better light, and he searched Jongin’s eyes as he let his own interest show.
“Good. Better with food.”
Minseok laughed, licking his lips as he watched Jongin lovingly pull his food closer. Minseok put his hand on Jongin’s hip as he ate, as they talked, and Jongin seemed pleased, almost oblivious as to why Minseok was talking to him, flashing Minseok smiles and offering him food. And instead of making Minseok want less, it made him want more.
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Prompt: xiukai snowballing pls <3
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Whoever came first, it was a kind of treat, tasting their come on its own. Straight from each other’s mouth, anyway. Jongin “won” that night, moaning around Minseok and nearly choking him before Minseok pulled back so he could catch all of Jongin’s come that he could. Just tasting it had him shuddering, that and the throbbing of Jongin’s cock in his mouth. It pained him to pull his cock from Jongin’s mouth but Jongin’s grin, the way his mouth opened, eager, anticipating was almost, almost as good. Minseok hummed, pleased as Jongin took his come from him, and then just as sweetly shared it right back again. There was no art to it, just hunger, luxuriating in the feeling of it, of the taste, and hungry for more.
And that was why Jongin shared his come with Minseok one last time, smirking and moving back down Minseok’s body to Minseok’s cock that he’d been slowly stroking and keeping hard.
Whoever came first had it easy, too, because there was Minseok, trying not to choke on the come in his mouth as Jongin sucked him until his eyes crossed. MInseok moaned, gurgling, curling his hand hard in Jongin’s hair as his hips rolled and Jongin pulled the orgasm from him. Minseok moaned again, breathing hard through his nose and aching, desperate to swallow as Jongin loomed over him, sealed his mouth to Minseok’s, and pushed Minseok’s come into his mouth. Minseok shot forward, rocking into Jongin’s lap, letting Jongin take everything so he could swallow desperate, draw in air and dive right back in. Their tongues slid, come indistinguishable, as joined together as they were, as they moaned and kissed and shared everything.
They didn’t pay attention to who swallowed more, who had come more. Minseok just wrapped his arms around Jongin’s neck and pulled him over him.
And they just kept kissing.
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Prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAs7qiQgi38 xiukai au pls <3
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Minseok had seen it, once before. It made him creep, trying to be quiet while the dogs stared up at him and fled ahead of him as he got his camera ready. Luckily, the music masked the sound of his approach, and when Minseok heard the squeak of the mop, he knew he was in for a treat. It wasn’t that Jongin couldn’t mop without dancing, but when the music played, he almost couldn’t stop himself. It absorbed Jongin, moving. Not really mopping evenly, but he probably got most spots at least once or twice. Minseok wasn’t really worried about the floor, and more about the way he could see Jongin’s bare upper body caught the light. It was…a little distracting.
One of the dogs ran by and Jongin didn’t notice. But he turned, after, and startled to stop when he saw Minseok. And then he saw the phone and realized what Minseok was doing.
“Hey!”
“Hey!” Minseok echoed, laughing.
But he tossed his phone onto the table and grabbed Jongin’s outstretched hand.
The only thing better than watching Jongin dance with the mop was wrapping his arms around Jongin’s waist and letting Jongin move both him and the mop as they laughed and the music played around them.
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Prompt: fem!xiukai who spend their first night on vacation together ^_^
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They couldn’t afford to go very far, and they didn’t get the view they wanted, the one facing the beach so they could watch all the people running around and motivating them to get out there, too. It ended up being for the best, though, because what they got was a view of endless water and sky, high enough up that after the sun set, all they could see was a faint glow and the lights flashing warning boats of the shore. It meant that when Jongin patted her thighs and pulled Minseok back against her, Minseok didn’t think anything of it. When Jongin kissed against her neck, Minseok sighed and relaxed. When Jongin freed Minseok’s breasts from her soft sleeping tank, Minseok stiffened.
“No one can see. Just look at that view,” Jongin said.
It was why she was sprawled in her girlfriend’s lap, Jongin’s hands petting, squeezing, teasing. The kisses against her neck, the roll of her nipples between Jongin’s fingers, they made her squirm, an insistent ache starting between her legs. She couldn’t come just from that but she half wanted to, her nails digging into the upholstered arms of the chair as she fought against reaching and touching herself. The light had dimmed and she could see their partial reflection on the tall glass window and Minseok shuddered, her thighs creeping wider.
“You want me to?” Jongin asked, one her hands dropping to Minseok’s stomach. “Right here?”
Minseok hissed, Jongin’s tongue sliding against her skin. “Like you said, no one can see?”
Just them, and the water.
It took a little wriggling, but they worked her underwear down, and then she really felt exposed, her legs hooked on either side of Jongin’s, wanton and arching up against the hand that Jongin cupped against her. Minseok growled a little when she didn’t rub, just skimmed her fingers down until her fingertips could press inside. Two of them, three as Minseok inhaled and felt her body stretch, squeezing around Jongin’s fingers. Jongin didn’t even have to comment on how wet she was because she was cooing, sliding her fingers in and out like she’d found her new favorite thing. But still, it wasn’t enough and Jongin knew it. Instead of going fast, Jongin rubbed the fingertips of her free hand against Minseok’s clit, sweet and slow, making Minseok work for it as she grabbed at Jongin’s arm and gasped. Maddening circles, back and forth, until Minseok was arching, begging, and Jongin’s fingers went faster, drove her higher. Minseok squeezed around the fingers sliding in her, pleasure building and building, and she came hard, shaking, gasping when Jongin kept rubbing until she was done, too much, wrung out and smiling stupidly at their reflection in the window.
“How are we going to beat that the rest of the vacation?” Minseok asked, feeling almost woozy.
Jongin laughed, kissing her jaw. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Minseok kissed Jongin’s hand, knowing just exactly what she wanted to do. Still half naked, she went and got a towel from the bathroom so Jongin wouldn’t be bare-assed on a hotel chair, but when she sank down to the floor and ran her hands up Jongin’s thighs, Jongin cupped the back of her head and moaned for her. Minseok wanted to be sure that the last thing on Jongin’s mind was the view.
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Prompt: could I ask for jongin getting a mite bit possessive over his favorite tiny hyung minseok and how he is hanging off him more bc others keep demanding his attention ie SHINee infinite
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It was great, really, that everyone was realizing how wonderful Minseok was. He was funny, and he was cute, and he fit really nicely under Jongin’s arm. No one thought about that last thing, though. Just him. Sure, he was gaining popularity among the public but it was hard for people at large to steal Minseok away. He wasn’t just going to hang out with a legion of adoring fans at any hour of the day.
It was different, with people they knew. People in the company, people outside of the company. It wasn’t like Minseok had just suddenly appeared. He’d had friends outside of their own group before and during and after debut.
But Minseok just seemed to…be around the others more all of a sudden, and it put an ache in Jongin’s belly. It was ridiculous and he knew it, but he felt just a little like he was losing Minseok’s focus, just a little. He was going to come back, obviously. Obviously. But Jongin glued himself to Minseok’s elbow, putting his fingers on Minseok’s shoulder, staying close while he was talking and doing his best not to invade Minseok’s space too much. He wanted to be close, wanted Minseok to want him there, not to think he was just holding on too tightly.
It was good for Minseok to have people, other people. People to vent to. But Jongin just wanted to stay close while he could.
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Prompt: can I ask for something about minseok really liking jongin's pink hair and jongin telling minseok he liked his pink hair too. (maybe some cuddles and kisses?)
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It changed in the different light, the color of it, the various ways it looked. Sometimes it was lighter, sometimes darker. As one person who remained nameless to protect his identity had said, he kind of wanted to bite into it and see if it was pure spun sugar.
Minseok didn’t think that, too dark for the illusion, but it looked soft, like it would just give under his fingers. He knew how Jongin’s hair looked, smooth, shining, silky, but it was a different shade, a different way of thinking of it, of seeing it fall against Jongin’s forehead and make him glow.
Jongin had been preening, a little, and Minseok had admired it out loud. Jongin looked a little surprised, grinning a bit but not going bashful.
“I liked yours, too,” Jongin said, poking at Minseok’s shoulder like that was going to prove his point, lessen the sting of a direct compliment.
“Did you?”
They grinned a bit at each other before Minseok stepped up to him, nuzzling against Jongin’s neck and feeling Jongin start to nuzzle him back.
“You look good in almost every hair color,” Minseok said, and Jongin laughed.
“Almost?”
“Don’t be greedy,” he admonished. And Jongin’s hands tightened in Minseok’s lower back, tugging him a little closer, a little higher, as Jongin kissed him.
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Prompt: jongin the magnae of SHINee has a big crush on xiumin in EXO M and ends up talking to his favorite hyung jinki about his crush
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It was just normal to see the other groups around the building. They’d trained together, a lot of them, and still hung out. Even if Jongin had debuted with SHINee earlier than Minseok had with EXO M, there was no way that Jongin could treat him as a junior. His tongue probably would’ve turned into a knot, and his face got all hot as it was anyway when Minseok stopped by and complimented his dancing, that he’d really liked their last video.
“I know I can’t tell him, but I just want to talk to him,” Jongin said, miserable, as Jinki listened as Jongin poured out far too many details about just what thoughts he had about Minseok. How nice his skin was, and what his smile made him feel, and how nice he was. “He’d think I was weird. He probably thinks I’m just some kid.”
“Knowing Minseok, he doesn’t think that,” Jinki told him. “Besides, you said he thinks that your dancing is good. He might like it if you asked to practice with him sometime. You know EXO M’s dances. I know you do.”
Jongin put his head down and moaned a little. But Jinki wouldn’t lie to him, and maybe spending some time instead of seeing Minseok in passing would make him feel better.
He hoped it would. But he didn’t think so.
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Prompt: minseok and jongin seemed so tired after their concert today so please a cute canon fic with them curling up in bed together. maybe a few sleepy kisses.
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Each movement was deliberate, getting a turn in the bathroom, making sure there was enough water by the bed. Every muscle in Jongin’s back whined when he stretched out, hurting in a way that faded to something that felt almost nice and then made him feel leaden. He turned onto his side, nuzzling into the pillow and waiting as he heard Minseok moving around, putting things away, getting ready to sleep without having to worry about anything. They knew when they had to be awake next, and Jongin’s jaw popped as he yawned.
Finally, the light went down, and Minseok crawled into bed. He went through the same thing that Jongin had, groaning a little as his body started to relax. It made Jongin reach out in sympathy, stroking along Minseok’s side and tugging him in closer. Minseok sighed, nuzzling against him, sliding closer until he was using Jongin as his own personal body pillow.
“This is nice,” Minseok murmured, stroking through Jongin’s freshly-dried hair.
Jongin nudged their lips together, pressing soft kisses as Minseok got comfortable, warm. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, his body still aching and tired, but Minseok was close and the mattress supporting him. He didn’t wake again, and he didn’t even think he moved until the alarm went off, and Minseok kissing him made it just a little bit better.
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Prompt: lazy morning xiukai sex <3
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Minseok slipped back under the blankets, gravitating to where Jongin had nested back down after going to get them both something to drink. Minseok’s coffee was on the table, Jongin’s juice abandoned in favor of covering back up. What what really drew Minseok closer, was the knowledge that Jongin had no clothes on, and that there was a distinct motion of a hand moving under the blanket, and slick sounds. Minseok peeked, and sure enough, Jongin was stroking himself, slow and steady, and he didn’t stop, even as Minseok nuzzled his shoulder.
“Having fun without me?” Minseok asked.
Jongin’s free hand met Minseok’s hip, sliding, before wrapping around Minseok, too. Yes, he was getting hard, too, from being awake, from knowing Jongin was aroused.
“Just waiting for this,” Jongin said squeezing around him.
It made him move, displacing the blankets as the only thing above Jongin, and getting an arm around his neck as Jongin kissed him. Jongin’s thighs slid against his waist, guiding him in, still stroking himself even as Minseok got them both ready, and started filling him. Their hips rolled together, Jongin’s throat bared as he moaned, and Minseok watched all of him, his stroking hand, the arch of his chest. Jongin fell so deep sometimes, like having Minseok in him overwhelmed him, like he was unable to move, unable to think of anything other that the delicious pain of impending pleasure.
But Minseok just gathered up Jongin’s hips and let Jongin feel every inch of the slide of him, angling so that Jongin felt the ache, the need. Each movement had Jongin making little sounds, each movement had Jongin’s hand stroking faster until Minseok watched as Jongin came on his belly. It let him lower himself, let him move, nudging his hips hard and quick as Jongin moaned and Minseok tensed and gave in to Jongin’s body.
They wedged down beside each other, after, and by the time Minseok raised his drowsy head, his coffee was cold. But he didn’t mind.
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Prompt: please write jongin and mermaid minseon. - not dulce
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Jongin remembered that night and the storm, the woman wet from the water, the way she’d taken his hand and smiled at him as he’d offered his fire for her to dry off by, and she had sat there, talking to him for a while in the protection of his small home. And he’d made a sound, startled, when she’d taken her shift up over her head and bared her whole body to him. It took a shocked moment to turn his head, closing his eyes. But she hadn’t been ashamed, crawling to him and taking his limp hands and pressing them against her cool skin.
“You d-don’t have to thank me,” he said, as she molded his hands to her breasts.
“This is for want, not thanks, Jongin,” she said. “My name is Minseon, and I come from the sea. And tonight I wish to be with you.”
It had him gaping at her, firming his mouth as she leaned into him and kissed him. She straddled his legs there by the fire, and settled against his cock, hard against his best intentions. But instead of being disgusted, no, she cooed, encouraging him to feel her as she rubbed her lips against his. He’d already told her that she didn’t have to, and she was rocking his lap, squeezing over his hands, urging him to kiss her. When he moaned, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer.
“Please, Jongin,” she pleaded, and he had never ached so much for a woman as he did right then. So he kissed her, moaned for her, stroked against her sides, her back, as she moved for him. And she was the one who reached between them, who lifted his cock and lifted her body until his whole mind drowned in the delight of her sinking onto him, filling herself with him. Her hips rolled and she moaned, her head falling back, and her long hair streaming. He pressed his lips against her breasts, catching at her nipples with his lips and feeling her squeeze around him. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, lifting, rubbing against him until she was crying out and shuddering with pleasure.
“Jongin,” she gasped, and he moaned against Minseon’s neck as he came for her, his whole body tight as he shuddered and moaned again.
He woke twice in the night to Minseok moving against him, pulling him over her in the thin bed he had taken her to, and then resting again.
He woke to an empty home, like it was some kind of dream. All that he had left of the night, was Minseon’s shift, that she had left without, or else he would have doubted himself. She’d come from the sea, she’d said. A woman from the ships, perhaps, or a mermaid.
Jongin thought he would never see her again.
But he did. The night was equally as rainy, water lashing against the side of home and making him glad that he did not have to be outside in it. But that was when he heard the banging on his door, a female voice raising above the sound of the storm. He expected a neighbor, and was shocked to see Minseon’s face, wet in the fire’s light. She wore a simple shift, clinging to her skin in the rain, but her arm was curved low, under her burgeoning belly. Pregnant.
“Jongin!”
Jongin reached for her, helping her in as her knees almost buckled, a sound of pain echoing in his small home. She was moaning as she curled on her side on his bed, and he was startled to see the drips she had left behind tinged with blood.
“The baby is almost here. It’s not supposed to happen like this,” Minseon moaned.
“The baby,” Jongin chattered, not knowing what he should do. He’d never- “How…?”
“I was supposed to… Supposed to birth the child in the sea, to bless her, to give her the life I have lived. She- She would not allow it. She is a child of the earth.”
Minseon took his hand, pressing it against her belly, and he felt it stiffen as Minseon whimpered in pain.
“A child of the earth?”
“Your child,” Minseon said. And drenched, no doubt sweating despite it, she was beautiful as she laughed at his surprised and groaned, rolling onto her back and panting. “Oh, she’s close.”
Jongin grabbed the only thing he could find, a shirt, hovering as though he would be able to do anything to help besides hold her hand and wince as she squeezed it tight. He kept glancing down between her legs as she moaned and strained. And his eyes went wide, seeing the crown of a head.
The baby was born into his shirt, into his hands, in four more pushes, Minseon weeping as Jongin held the squirming, unhappy infant. But oh, Minseon reached and gasped Jongin put the shirt-swaddled baby on her belly.
“Jongin. Oh, Jongin, look at her.”
He was looking, and he didn’t know how a human could be so small. He got another shirt, a bit of blanket, and they wiped the baby clean. At Minseon’s bidding, he got a knife and severed the cord that tied mother to child.
“She has toes,” Minseon marveled, running her fingertip across the tiny little feet. “Oh, she’s beautiful.”
“She’s mine?” Jongin asked, as equally taken with the fingernails barely larger than a few grains of sand.
“You are the only man I have known,” Minseon said, looking at him. “I came to you to… You were kind to me, and I knew our child would be kind as well. I thought she would be born to the sea, as I was. But how do I leave her?”
“Leave her?” Jongin asked, alarmed. He’d now seen a baby being born, but that did not mean he could care for one.
“No, no,” Minseon said, shaking her head, and gathering the child closer. “Will you let me stay, to care for her here, with you?”
“I can’t put out my child,” Jongin said, and Minseon smiled.
“Yes. I thought you might say that. There may be… There may be times, when I must go back. It could be days. A week. When she is a little older. If I promised you I would return?”
“Yes. Of course, yes,” Jongin said, and even if he said so, he couldn’t fathom it. An hour before, he’d been a man of little means, just a small home and some dreams. He was a man then with a child who was his, a woman who might be also…?
“I didn’t think I would see you again,” Jongin said. He brought her water, all he had to drink, and he hardly knew how to touch her.
“I would have brought her to you, so that you could meet her, if she’d been born to the sea.”
“Then I’m of the earth, too?”
Minseon nodded, and pressed her cheek against his stroking fingers.
“You’re safe and welcome here,” Jongin told her and the mewling child. Minseon smiled for him, and in his heart, he knew it was right.
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Prompt: xiukai royal arranged marriage au where they have to consummate the marriage with specific courtiers in the room
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Kyungsoo was resigned, laying out for them what needed to be done. He’d been through it before, clearly, and had no tolerance for shyness or anything of the like. It was straightforward to him, Minseok realized. Get in bed, consummate the marriage, and then their two attendants could be gone. Sehun was the other, learning, but Minseok could see he was already desperately hard in anticipation of what was coming. Sehun needed a husband, now that Jongin was married and no longer needed him to wait on him. Two years, Sehun had been in Jongin’s employ. Two years of no sexual contact because he served his master.
Another person without shame, Jongin. He strode in while Minseok mused on men he knew who would be glad to give Sehun all he desired, and he shed his robe, his cock hard and on display.
Minseok did like a man who was eager.
“Are we going to stand and stare?” Jongin demanded.
That made Minseok laugh, puling back the blanket for his new husband, but being a bit more discreet as he let his own robe fall. He hated that there had to be someone in the room, someone seeing Jongin’s body that Minseok was ready to become intimately acquainted with, hearing him.
“I promised you the fuck of your life,” Minseok murmured, just loud enough for Jongin to hear as he crawled between Jongin’s legs. Maybe it had separated him out from the crowd of suitors, but he hadn’t promised it on a night that they were alone, and he wanted to make good on his word. Even if everyone in the room heard Jongin’s moans, so would he as he pulled the blanket up around his shoulders to shelter them a little.
“I’m waiting,” Jongin said, smirking a little and letting his thighs widen.
The liquid in the little flask was slick and sweet smelling, and instead of slicking his own cock first, he pressed two fingers into Jongin. The moan was throaty, surprised, pleased as Jongin gave around him. But he was still so tight, and Minseok wanted him so much that his cock was throbbing.
“Just wanted to be sure I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Minseok smirked.
“Only if you don’t fuck me right now.”
That he could do, getting his cock slick and letting it press into Jongin and fill him up until there was nowhere left to push. Jongin moaned the whole way, and Minseok wondered how many times he’d fucked himself with his fingers, remembering Minseok’s promise. They wouldn’t have nearly lived up to a real cock, and that was what he fucked Jongin with, gripping Jongin’s hips and wasting no precious time showing his husband what he’d been missing. That cocky attitude, it was going to go right away as Minseok showed him the pleasure he’d promised.
“Are you ready?” Minseok heard, and realized it was Kyungsoo.
“Yes.”
The blanket pulled back for just a moment, letting Kyungsoo confirm the consummation. That glance was enough, the blanket put back, and Minseok just heard Sehun’s hushed murmur. They’d stay there, until it was done, but Kyungsoo had enough to attest to the joining.
And Minseok had a man under him to show what he could do. And that was when he started to move, truly letting his cock slide into Jongin and feeling his thighs spasm as Minseok squeezed them. Jongin felt amazing around him, felt amazing under his stroking hands. He’d wanted Jongin from the moment he’d seen him, and he was not going to let Jongin regret his choice. Minseok lifted Jongin’s hips and watched his eyes glaze. There wold be time for softness later, after it was done. He knew he could spend hours kissing those lips and sliding his cock between them.
“You’ll want me to do this every night and morning,” Minseok promised, fucking faster.
“Minseok,” Jongin moaned, moaning like every thrust was making him come and Minseok knew one of them would. Jongin was clutching at him, his legs widening, his moans faster as Minseok squeezed his cock, both of them dripping with the effort of their labors. Jongin almost roared as he came, his cock throbbing in Minseok’s hand, squeezing around Minseok so tight that Minseok had to hiss, grimacing as he tried to keep control. He didn’t want to come when Jongin was writhing in pleasure, but when Jongin was aware, when Jongin could look him in the eye and know that Minseok was coming in him.
Somehow he held on, despite the feeling of Jongin around him, despite the smell of Jongin’s come and the knowledge that he’d gotten Jongin off so quickly.
“Jongin,” he said, and Jongin looked at him with bleary eyes, eyes that widened when he realized why Minseok had said his name. And more desperate, he moaned, “Jongin.”
And that was when he filled Jongin, letting his body go, feeling the ache deep in him as he pressed deep and desperate. Jongin. His. His husband.
Jongin met his kiss, moaning against his mouth as the blanket was pulled back one last time. The room was empty then, just the two of them, and Minseok kept Jongin close, kissed him, until they both fell asleep.
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Prompt: Shite you fulfilled my every wish for the xiukai royal consummation prompt. Can I beg for a follow up where they have morning sex?
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Jongin woke up moaning, reaching for his cock to find someone already there. He felt a head through the blanket, and tossed it back, amazed to see his new husband swallowing his cock and smiling up at him. He made a series of sounds that Jongin took to mean “good morning” and all he could do was groan back, covering his eyes against the light from outside and gasping as two slick fingers slid into him. Fuck, he was still sensitive from the night before, but it felt good, like Minseok was just making him want more.
Jongin gasped, almost succumbing, just before MInseok lifted his head.
“The wedding night isn’t over until we break our fast, though I think I just nearly did, Minseok said, smirking.
Jongin hissed, pulling Minseok in, wrapping his legs around him. There wasn’t anyone there to observe, to listen, to care. Just them. Just Minseok, and his--
Jongin groaned as Minseok pushed into him. More. More. He asked it with his lips, with the grasping of his hands, the lifting of his hips. His cock throbbed, and Minseok’s filled him, stoking his pleasure from the inside, until all he had were incoherent sounds and Minseok’s lips against his throat. Jongin jerked, startling, coming in Minseok’s hand, coming to Minseok’s moans, his scalp prickling as Minseok moaned again as he filled Jongin again, a final time on their wedding night. But not the last time. Not when Minseok had shown him what they could have.
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Prompt: jongin dancing for minseok pls <3
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When there wasn’t music, Jongin felt like he could hear it anyway, but there was then, subtle from Minseok’s phone. He’d wanted to watch, and Jongin felt almost breathless. It wasn’t to teach, and Jongin couldn’t bring himself to look to see if it was admiration. No, he knew it was, catching glimpses of his movements in the window, knowing where Minseok sat at every moment, every beat, knowing how the dance looked from every angle. It made him feel deliciously exposed, almost like he’d bared everything, but also almost like he’d put on a second armor instead. He wanted Minseok’s admiration, wanted Minseok’s lips to part as he watched Jongin move.
It made him imagine a different dance, one that was a lot closer, seeing Minseok’s face as he held onto Minseok’s shoulders. It almost made him falter, caught up in the fantasy of it, catching his own rhythm and turning. The song was almost over, and he’d stop with it even if his body would want to continue. It wound down, and Jongin posed for the final strains facing Minseok, like he would have if it had been a stage. When Jongin peeked up from under his bangs, he saw Minseok smiling.
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Prompt: biffles neighbors xiukai who act so married without knowing it that they run off potential mates every time
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Minseok half suspected the guy in their little group was trying to hit on him, which was okay with him. The guy was cute enough, though Minseok wasn’t entirely sure he was interested in dating right then.
“Minseok, did you hear this?”
It was Jongin, relaying a joke, leaning into Minseok’s space, pushing against his arm. They laughed about that, how it related back to that summer when their neighbor above them had nearly brained them with a bucket of slop.
And by the time Minseok thought about it, the guy had moved on.
Minseok had his arms full of groceries, coming home and not unsurprised to see the woman from down the hall flirting with Jongin. Jongin spotted him, stopping mid-sentence to take a bag out of Minseok’s arms so he could open the door.
“Thanks,” Minseok said.
“Sure. Oh, hey, have you met our neighbor?”
Jongin’s arm settled around Minseok’s shoulder and they chatted for a few minutes before the woman apologized and made her way back down the hall.
“What’s for dinner?” Jongin asked, following Minseok into the apartment, and ducking away as Minseok swatted at him.
“She seemed nice,” Minseok said.
“Yeah, I guess she had to go, though.” And Jongin helped him put away the groceries.
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Prompt: coley would you maybe do a follow up for your fic for the girl exo exchange, maybe when they sleep together for the first time :) xiukai follow-up to this: http://girlexochange.livejournal.com/7727.html
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Minseok loved her. Every day that Minseok went to work, Jongin heard it, Minseok kissing her, assuring her. Jongin wrapped her tail around her legs, concentrating on a puzzle to keep herself busy part of the day until Minseok returned. She’d put that puzzle together five times already, but there was still satisfaction to see it coming together.
Minseok kissed her on the couch sometimes, rubbing his lips against hers, sighing as she kissed back against him. And those little sounds he made, when Jongin took his hands and put them on her body, giving him permission to touch, to stroke. She loved his hands on her, over cloth, on her skin. She took off her shirt and he’d looked at her like she was a goddess, soothing against her back, sliding his fingers against her breasts, stroking against her nipples. Her whole back arched as Minseok’s lips pressed against her breasts, licking, sucking.
“Oh, oh. Minseok,” she gasped, her thighs working and gasping again as orgasm rolled through her. Her body wasn’t out of control then, but hers to enjoy, and she clutched Minseok’s head against her as she came again, turning her face against the back of the couch. “Please!”
Jongin guided one of his hands between her legs, shuddering as his fingers pressed against her. But she didn’t have to show him where she needed his touch. Minseok kissed up her neck, urged her as his fingers stroked, and Jongin shook for him, eyes wide as she came for him. He wrapped her in a blanket, into a cocoon with him and didn’t ask her to help him out either, even when she knew he ached. But she loved his moans when she touched him through the fabric of his pants, the way his hand would cover hers and urge her faster, the way his hand would shake as he came, too. And Jongin’s eyes were bright on the day she was bold, flushed from pleasure, and opening his pants so that she could test his girth herself. It made her ache, and Minseok moaned her name, coming as she stroked him, watching as she licked a smear from one of her fingers. She got used to it, got greedy for the look on his face when he came for her, whimpered for him at the slow slide of one of his fingers into her when she thought she could combust without it. So many days of exploration, of Minseok cuddling her, of talking curled in bed with Minseok kissing against her hair, and holding her hand when he took her on dates. So many nights of nothing but dozing, of laughing, of Jongin being afraid he wouldn’t want her all the time, not as much as she needed him.
“Do you think about putting this inside me?” Jongin asked, as she stroked Minseok one night. Her shirt was flung over the back of the couch, her bra somewhere else, and she’d shuddered as Minseok touched her before opening his pants. He’d opened his shirt too, giving her warm skin to touch, to press her face against, and she liked that, liked watching as she squeezed her fingers along him. She’d kissed him there, a few times, and he’d made sounds like he was dying. Maybe she’d do more, when she felt bold enough.
“Do I- When you’re ready, if you want, yes,” Minseok said, his voice a little rough. It sent shivers through her and his cock twitched against her fingers. She liked that word. It suited him there with his body tense and his legs braced, and so hard. She liked his fingers in her. Though his fingers weren’t nearly as big, but she felt like she had a need too great for that.
“I want it, too,” she said. “I want to be with you in every way. I want to see if I like it. Can we?”
Minseok swallowed, nodding. “When- Whenever you’re ready. You’ve never- It might be easier if you are in control, that way you can go as slow as you want.”
She didn’t want slow, she wanted full, but she understood.
“How? Like this?”
Minseok wriggled his pants down further, baring him for her, steadying her as she wriggled out of her remaining clothes and got a knee over his hip. He moaned as she rubbed wet against him, and that was nice, too, different. Jongin’s tail rubbed against his legs, and she wanted all of him. He watched. He held her as she pressed down against him. Bigger than his fingers, more like the toys she needed to use sometimes. She slid down him and she didn’t think Minseok breathed until she could go not further, his fingers tight on her sides.
“Oh,” Jongin said, rocking a bit with him inside of her. “Oh, I like that.”
Minseok licked his lips. “You’re amazing. Beautiful.”
Jongin leaned forward, wriggling, and he groaned, staring up at her. “Do you love me?”
That made him grin, laughing as he cupped her face. “I love you so much. No matter what.”
Jongin had to kiss him then, to feel that happiness, and her body compelled her to move, feeling his moans against her.
“Oh yes, I like this,” she exulted. It was so much better than a toy. Minseok was warm, and he smelled of home, and his hips shifted helplessly as his hands skimmed her back. Jongin ground against him and came around him and Minseok’s moans were broken as she clutched at him, gasping, crying out, and still needing more of him in her.
“Jongin. Jongin, Jongin,” Minseok chanted, and she knew he was close to his own end. Jongin’s hips moved, frantic, and she shuddered again just as Minseok moaned. She squeezed around him as he came, over, and over, and over, until they were both spent, until she was tucked up against him and almost shivering with the aftermath of pleasure.
“I love you no matter what, too,” Jongin whispered to him, and Minseok pressed a kiss against her cheek. He’d let her choose. She wondered if he knew that she would always choose him.
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Prompt: biffles kaisoo are at a restaurant because jongin has a crush on the new waiter named Minseok.
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Kyungsoo had a number of different things to help him decipher why they were there. The first had been Jongin’s raptures after two visits ago. Kyungsoo could only vaguely remember the waiter’s face, but Jongin had nearly carved it out in marble. So the next time, Kyungsoo had been told to loo but not look too long or Minseok might think he was looking, but what if he wasn’t hteir waiter, and what if-
He was their waiter, Kyungsoo never got spotted as a furtive crush-watcher, and all was well. All Kyungsoo had to do was step on Jongin’s foot when Minseok started in their direction so that Jongin could make sure to swallow if Minseok happened to stop at their table. As jobs went, it was an easy one, and all he had to do was watch as Jongin sent yearning little looks up at Minseok, like he was shouting “notice me!” with his eyes.
It was also his place to step in, when Jongin wouldn’t even do the nice thing and leave his phone number on a receipt on the table.
“Minseok, I was wondering if you do anything special here if someone is having a birthday?”
“Oh, is it one of your birthdays?” Minseok asked, looking between them while Jongin visually went into Not Panicked Mode.
“It’s my friend Jongin’s here soon,” Kyungsoo said. There. The waiter now new Jongin’s name. He was welcome.
Minseok grinned at Jongin, as Kyungsoo had hoped. “If you come in closer to that day, and I’m working, let me know.”
Kyungsoo towed Jongin down the sidewalk.
“Let me know!” Jongin said, for the fourteenth time. He’d created a monster.
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