[Fic] Compilation - xiuhun
Title: Compilation - xiuhun
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing: Xiumin/Sehun and Xiumin/Sehun/Kai
Warnings: some sex swap, sexual situations
Summary: 31 random prompts.
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Prompt: sekaixiu. Sehun and Jongin as college roomates, one of the brings Minseok home for a one night stand while the other pretends to be asleep.
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Jongin woke up at the sound of the door fumbling opening and then shut. He’d given up on studying and had gone to sleep in a fit of pique, and he was almost ready to throw back his blanket and ask Sehun if he wanted something to eat but he froze when he heard wet sounds. Little moans.
Kissing.
“Roommate,” Sehun hissed, far louder than he needed to, and Jongin figured if he was going to reveal that he was awake, it was going to be then or never. Jongin heard a chuckle, and the sound of a zipper, and oh, that was too late. And then, there was the sound of enthusiastic sucking, and Jongin’s eyebrows rose, biting hard on the inside of his cheek as his cock started to throb a little. He wondered who- and he knew who then, when Sehun moaned, the sound stuttering when he realized how loud he’d been. It was obvious Sehun didn’t have a cock in his mouth, which meant he was getting blown, and if Jongin moved, he was going to interrupt that. Sehun was panting, and there were eager little growls, the sound of lips sealing around flesh and sliding, wet. How long had it been since he’d gotten blown, Jongin wondered, risking moving his leg so he could adjust himself a little. It sounded like a good one.
“On the bed,” a voice said, quietly. Not Sehun’s voice, but very male, and Jongin tried to x-ray vision through his blanket for a moment, hardly breathing when he heard, “He hasn’t moved. He’s still asleep.”
There was the sound of kissing again, the sound of something else. Jongin butted his head against his pillow, knowing he shouldn’t look, should give Sehun his privacy, but he just wanted to- Sehun was on his back, a guy all over him, and a hand jerking Sehun. It wasn’t Sehun’s hands, either, because Sehun’s hands were on the wall, and he was lifting his hips up. He’d caught Sehun jerking off a few times, so that wasn’t any mystery there, but the guy on top of him. Jongin almost ducked down when the guy sat up, and was glad he wasn’t when the guy took off his shirt and opened up his own pants. He had a condom on before Jongin could even swallow, and he looked bigger than Sehun. Maybe it was the lube, but Sehun seemed to like what he saw from the moan and the way he reached to touch.
Jongin gave up all pretending that he was going to stop watching, slipping his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, curling them around his cock. He silently apologized, but even in the hazy light he’d left on for Sehun, he could see everything. He could see Sehun bracing himself on the wall again, see him lifting his his hips, and the short moan that Jongin took to mean the guy’s cock had started pushing into him.
“Minseok,” Sehun moaned, and Jongin squeezed around his cock because he had a name to go with the body. They’d been roommates for almost a year and Sehun had never asked to bring someone to their room. Jongin could hear soft little grunts, the slick slide of Minseok’s cock into Sehun. Sehun was whining, trying to get Minseok to touch him.
“Shh,” Minseok reminded him. “Or do you want your roommate to see you like this?”
Sehun grunted, at that, but Minseok wasn’t teasing, running his hands all over Sehun’s chest, stroking at his cock while Minseok’s hips rolled against Sehun’s. Jongin’s eyes opened wider, straining as Minseok leaned over again, lifting up Sehun’s head and kissing him as they rocked together. Sehun’s moans were muffled, but his desperation wasn’t. And Sehun came, bucking under Minseok, shuddering. Jongin tugged his own cock, fast, dizzy with the show he was seeing and hearing Minseok moan too as he hitched Sehun’s hips higher. And Jongin couldn’t hold back any more, coming without being able to stop, biting back a gasp, still pulsing when he saw Minseok’s head half turn. His eyes slammed closed, his hand still. But Jongin couldn’t keep his eyes closed long, popping open just as soon as he heard Minseok moan again, and his eyes were fixed on Minseok’s profile, the way his neck arched, his mouth open as he moaned and came in Sehun.
But he didn’t leave for another twenty minutes, twenty minutes of wet-underwear and torture as he listened to Minseok murmur to Sehun, kissing him, touching all over him as Sehun bashfully chuckled and kept talking. They both got out of bed when Minseok did leave, and Jongin kept his eyes tightly closed, not before seeing Minseok tuck himself back into his pants, though. There were a few more sounds, like they were kissing again, and then the door opened and closed again.
“Jongin?” Sehun said softly, and Jongin didn’t move. Satisfied, Sehun started to get ready to go to bed. He waited until Sehun was asleep to get up and wash up. And his eyes were a little guilty, though really satisfied when he turned out the light.
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Prompt: Xiuhun sequel of your sexiukai, please?
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Maybe Minseok meant for it to stay just one night, but Sehun hadn’t been able to get that night out of his head. The hush of it, Minseok’s lips around him, trying to stay quiet while Minseok covered him on the bed. He hadn’t realized how many sounds he wanted to make during sex until he couldn’t, and he was the one who sidled up to Minseok and cleared his throat a little and made a little announcement that he was planning to go back to his room because his roommate was out.
They made out against the wall inside of the door, grinding together, kissing, Sehun fascinated by Minseok’s mouth. Minseok had nearly sucked him off with that mouth the last time, and the fantasy that swept him was almost too much to handle.
But there still wasn’t that much time.
And there was light, actual sunlight coming in even through the curtains as Sehun dropped his pants. It wasn’t difficult to see that he was ready, maybe too ready as Minseok crawled up between Sehun’s legs and pushed down his underwear.
“Nothing like getting some in the afternoon,” Minseok said, and the press of his slick fingers had Sehun groaning. But the press of Minseok’s cock rendered him silent. It was bigger than he remembered. Or maybe he was just more aware. They’d been right there before, just like that, Minseok all over him and Sehun lifted his hips for more, remembering again to breathe, to moan as Minseok began to move.
“Nice to have you alone when you can be as loud as you want,” Minseok groaned at him, and Sehun nodded, still too winded to make much but desperate moans. “I think your roommate might’ve woken up once.”
Sehun arched, tightened around Minseok before he could even help it, making a low sound and flushing as Minseok chuckled.
“What?”
“Was that fear, or does that get you off?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” Sehun croaked. “Both?”
“It’s okay. He’s not here now. It’s just you and me. You feel so good.”
The praise took Sehun just as off guard, moaning, writhing as Minseok continued to thrust into him. He moaned against Minseok’s mouth, touching his chest, his sides, gripping desperately at Minseok’s back.
“Minseok,” he urged, and Minseok rumbled, lifting Sehun’s hips, stroking his cock, sliding his teeth against Sehun’s neck until Sehun was bucking, moaning, keening as he came all over himself. Minseok, too, grinding against him, moaning above him, stilling as his hips stopped jerking. And Minseok did not seem surprised when Sehun wrapped his legs a little tighter around Minseok’s hips, and kissed him a little longer.
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Prompt: Follow-up of the sexukai with Jongin becoming increasingly curious of xiuhun's (sexual) relationship and getting off on the idea of walking in on them again (and them inviting him to watch/join) (have i told you lately how awesome you are)
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The room smelled of sex. Also of air freshener, but if Sehun had tried to be subtle, he wasn’t very good at it. Jongin had wondered what the smell was for a while, but then he saw the messy bed, messier than Sehun usually left it, and realized what had happened. They’d been there while Jongin was out, Sehun and Minseok, fucking right there on that bed. Jongin was rubbing himself through his pants almost before he realized what he was doing, groaning a little in frustration. He wanted to get laid, too, but-
Maybe if he’d been a little earlier, he’d have walked in on them. Not in the dark with just a light on Sehun’s table illuminating them, but the light through the closed curtains, too. Maybe it was like it would’ve been like it was before, Sehun on his back and Minseok working into him, making him moan. Jongin probably would’ve known what was going on just from that, the sounds Sehun would’ve made. He’d have been frozen, wondering what to do, seeing his roommate getting fucked by some guy, and they’d have seen him. Seen him standing there, seen him getting hard at the lust he was seeing.
Jongin slipped his hand into his underwear, sighing as he started stroking himself, staring at the empty bed. Sehun probably would’ve been embarrassed, but Minseok would’ve seen him, too. Maybe he’d have told Jongin not to go, urged him closer so he could see how good that Minseok was making Sehun feel.
“I saw you last time,” Jongin confessed to the Minseok in his head, and Sehun was groaning, from embarrassment and the press of Minseok’s cock.
“You don’t just have to watch, now,” Minseok said.
A shock passed through him, of Minseok guiding his hand to stroke at Sehun, of Minseok’s lips urging Jongin to kiss him. Minseok’s tongue would be in his mouth, his hand in Jongin’s pants, Sehun coming against Jongin’s fingers. And before he could imagine Minseok’s moans as he came, Jongin was jolting, coming into his underwear, gasping as he stared blankly at the bed across from him, adding his own to the scent of sex in the air. He showered, embarrassed. But not too embarrassed to jerk off again thinking of it, and the dozen other ways it could’ve happened.
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Prompt: maybe something about sexiukai's poly relationship and if you feel inclined to smut yes pls
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Jongin liked the edge of the bed, because it let him hang his feet off if he wanted to, and it made him feel more free, and there was no earthly way Minseok could’ve argued that away from him. Plus, Jongin was normally the first one out. It left Sehun to argue out the rest of the sleeping arrangements with, and by right Minseok ought to have had first pick as the oldest. Which was of course why over half the time he ended up sweltering in the middle between them. In winter it wasn’t too bad, but they never, ever asked him why the sheet got kicked off in the summer.
They made sure to have a shower room that fit all three of them, to memorable use. Sehun had had Minseok pressed up against the wall, and Jongin all up against his back, Sehun moving back and forth between them as the water did its best to keep them cool. Communal showers were mostly off-limit when they had places to be, or else they were always late.
Jongin made an offended noise to come into the bedroom to find Sehun already riding Minseok’s cock, facing away from Minseok and filling himself up. It wasn’t like Minseok minded, sprawled on the bed with nothing to do but enjoy as Sehun moved.
“I just went to get water!” Jongin complained, and Minseok strained to see as Jongin crawled onto the bed.
“Get me off, and you can have a turn, too,” Sehun said.
“Hey, I’m here, too?” Minseok said, in case they’d forgotten. He was going to have a say in that. Minseok’s eyes widened at Sehun’s moan, the sound of wet and eager sucking. All he could see was Sehun’s bouncing butt and straining back as he rode Minseok with Jongin’s mouth making him tighten almost painfully. And fuck-
“Hey!”
Fuck, Jongin had his fingers all slick, sliding into Minseok and fingering him like having a cock in his mouth wasn’t enough.
“You’d better be- Be careful or there won’t be anything left for you,” Minseok cautioned, not that they were listening.
“I wonder if we can,” Jongin said.
“Let’s try,” Sehun said.
“Try what?” Minseok demanded.
Sehun lifted off of him, Minseok’s sound of protest immediate, and he turned, Jongin holding up Minseok’s cock so Sehun could sink back onto him. And Sehun smiled, leaning forward, letting Jongin lift Minseok’s hips.
“What are you? Oh.”
Jongin’s cock slid into him, his hips moving in counterpoint to Sehun’s, until Jongin wrapped his arms around Sehun and they moved together. Minseok moaned, one man around him, one man inside of him, watching as Jongin stroked Sehun so that Sehun moaned, too, and it was a close thing that he did not come first, Sehun’s come falling on his stomach as Jongin fucked him faster, desperate. Minseok tried to bury himself deeper into Sehun, his moans strangled, coming, unable to move as they moved for him, and they laughed at his wheezes as they cleaned him up.
He got to sleep on the edge of the bed that night.
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Prompt: minseok picks up some cocoa cookie butter swirl for his pregnant mate (kitty au pls)
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It was sweet, but it was very satisfying. Like the culmination of a good itch being scratched, or the mingling of purrs when they settled in for the night. Minseok didn’t see it as a duty, venturing out after work and finding just the right store, the only kind his mate liked. It tasted a little good licked off of skin, too, but it wasn’t for Minseok’s pleasure, or his comfort for that matter. Being pregnant for all he’d observed was an exhausting experience. There were times of levity - Minseok had gotten good at tying shoes not his own - and there was a kind of cliche glow, too, one that made Minseok not regret too much when he observed the aches and the strain.
So getting something as simple as cocoa and cookie butter squeezed into the same jar was a small thing that became a big happiness when it was revealed.
Minseok opened his mouth to advise perhaps dinner was better first, and he was silenced by a look, and the drawing out of a spoon. One little spoonful wouldn’t hurt, and neither would a cuddle with tails sliding together as Minseok inhaled the scent of chocolate and home.
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Prompt: thank you for all the xiuhun <3 can i ask for sehun finding out he's pregnant but doesn't know how to tell minseok because they never really talked about having kids. thanks again <3
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It wasn’t true. He held onto that delusion for a good few minutes, until he looked back at the test the doctor had handed him. It told him in no uncertain terms that it was true, that he hadn’t just been exhausted, and cranky, and silk for no reason.
They’d been dating for months, but they’d never talked about the possibility of kids. He knew sort of in vague terms that Minseok wanted kids, someday, but that didn’t mean right then, or with him. He’d seen Minseok with kids, and he’d been easy, cute with them, but with Sehun not anticipating, he hadn’t even daydreamed at that point of Minseok with their kids.
It was maybe cowardly, handing Minseok the paper. He’d heard of people breaking up at times like that, the relationship going sour. He wondered if MInseok would want him to end it, so they could go back to being carefree. He’d known barely two hours, and already he wondered if he could forgive Minseok if he asked that.
“You’re… Sehun.”
“I am,” Sehun said, and couldn’t resist because it was both answer and quip both.
“We were careful…weren’t we? I just…wow. Wow. Did they get a picture? Or- I can’t even remember what it’s called, I-“
There were words, definitions, none that came to him. He just offered the little black and white printout, something far more tangible that words on a page somehow. Minseok looked up at him, and there was something in his eyes, something that had Sehun inhaling.
“Are you happy?” Minseok asked.
That told Sehun all he needed to know, stepping into Minseok’s arms and holding on.
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Prompt: xiuhun ; minseok helps sehun pick a new color to dye his hair and ends up addicted to sliding his fingers through sehun's hair and seeing the contrast between the color and his skin
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It was red, the color, more of a warm reddish brown really, but one that really gleamed in different types of light. It had taken thirty minutes just to pick that color, because Sehun had been whining that he didn’t know what to choose and telling Minseok to pick for him, and then rejecting every single choice.
“Maybe you should just have a rainbow then,” Minseok suggested, and got Sehun’s pitying look. He still thought it could’ve looked good.
But Minseok liked it a lot, the red. He liked it when it was dark, and when it glowed, and when Sehun tossed his head and made it fly. It looked good wet, and styled, and completely unadulterated. It was good that Sehun was a bit like a cat, because when Minseok reached to touch, Sehun leaned into him and let Minseok stroke through his hair. It was soft, even for being dyed, slick between his fingers, and falling back into place as Minseok. Sehun didn’t find it odd that Minseok suddenly got so handsy with his hair, just leaning in when Minseok got the urge. It gleamed against his fingers, contrasted against his skin. If he’s stroked through it all he wanted, Sehun probably would have ended up bald.
It was probably telling that he probably would have thought Sehun looked good then too.
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Prompt: would you write a xiuhun blowjob? c:
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Sehun made so many noises, it was hard to be discreet. He made all this surprised, pleased noises, like he was trying to be the ultimate enjoyer of cock. Most of the time, Minseok didn’t mind the noises, and they actually turned him on, especially feeling Sehun moaning around him like he couldn’t get enough. But not that night, when they’d locked themselves into a friend’s spare bedroom after Sehun had brushed his hand against the front of Minseok’s pants one too many times. Sehun had been on his knees and had Minseok’s pants open almost before he could brace himself. And he’d bit his lip, groaning as Sehun gripped his ass and started sucking.
He hadn’t been able to get off that way with a couple of previous boyfriends, but not Sehun. If Sehun had been so inclined Minseok was sure he could’ve sucked out his soul or at least a few vital organs. Forget Sehun being quiet, he was having a hard time holding back himself, his breaths coming short as Sehun’s lips pulled against him.
“Sehun, please,” Minseok whispered, and his knees almost buckled as Sehun intensity almost doubled, sucking, swallowing around him, demanding with his tongue.
Sehun moaned for him as Minseok came, pulling back far enough so that he could swallow noisily, making Minseok feel like he was filling Sehun’s mouth with come.
He could just barely see how wet Sehun’s lips were, when Sehun pulled away, tucking Minseok back into his pants.
“Gonna go get a drink so I don’t walk around smelling like come,” Sehun said, brushing his lips against Minseok’s and slipping back out the door. Minseok stayed a couple of minutes longer, waiting for the throbbing to subside, and for his mental images to subside as well.
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Prompt: Minseok going down on his girlfriend Sehee for the first time please~
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Minseok was irresistible when he wanted into her panties. He’d teased them off of her once, holding her as she panted on his lap from the effort of his fingers. He hadn’t even asked for anything in return, though he’d stayed and kissed her for another half hour. But the third time he managed it-
Sehee’s bra was somewhere behind the couch, her underwear somewhere just beyond the door. She tried to work at the back hook her skirt, trying to lift her hips up and remember how to move as Minseok sucked on her nipples.
“Mi-Minseok,” she moaned, trying to get purchase on the bed with her heels.
Minseok lifted his head and kissed her, his hand running up one of her thighs and she just melted like a candle, her legs flopping wide and breath coming hard as he backed down his bed. She wasn’t working to get her skirt off any more, but she yanked up on it so she could see everything. The way Minseok’s lips slid against her thighs, the way he rubbed gently against her with his fingers, and then filled her with them. They slid in and out, slow, gentle, and Sehee squeezed around them until Minseok looked up at her, panting. She knew what he thought, what he was imagining, and she was imagining it, too. He kissed against her like he was settling in to get friendly, and Sehee’s hips lifted involuntarily.
“I’ll take care of you,” Minseok promised.
And Sehee watched through blurring eyes, the slide of his lips, the titling of his head, the swirl of his tongue. He bared her, all of her, sucking, soft, nudging, moving his fingers when he remembered to, sliding in a third as Sehee’s head thrashed back and forth on the blanket. She was so close, so close, so ready, the tension was unbearable and he teased her, making her clutch, gasp, racing to the edge and waiting.
“Please,” Sehee sobbed, fingers pulling so hard on the cloth of her skirt like she could compel him, her thighs trembling wider. She couldn’t even watch any more, just feeling, inhaling like it would be the last time she could, trying to press up against him. She squeezed tight, tighter, around his fingers, her eyes widening, unseeing. And her whole body jerked, again, again, flexing, keening as she came, throbbing against his tongue as the pleasure started to let her go only to make her shudder and jerk again.
“Oh,” she panted, as he kissed against her again and looked up to see the damaged he’d caused, the woman all sweaty and wrung out he had sprawled for him. He had the audacity to grin, and she couldn’t even lift a hand to smack him for it.
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Prompt: het!xiuhun sequel where minseok is at the receiving end please~
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Minseok tried to be polite, Sehun knew that. She’d gotten him all worked up, writhing in his lap, opening up her shirt and letting him play with her breasts until he was almost trying to fuck her through their clothes. She liked that desperation on him, liked when she moved that he strained against the hand she pressed over his cock. And Sehun definitely liked the moan as she knelt down and Minseok realized what she wanted. She just liked Minseok’s cock. She liked it inside of her, liked it in her hand, liked wrapping her lips around it and feeling Minseok get hard for her. She liked it too when Minseok was already hard, already almost dripping, swollen and thick and just waiting for her to wrap her lips around.
He choked her sometimes without meaning to, moaning, his hips shifting of their own volition. But even then she didn’t mind so much, because she was the one causing that reaction, and he was panting for her, his thighs straining under her hands. It made her ache to hear him, to feel him desperate for her. He squeezed at her head, moaning, and she knew he was close, moving quicker, sealing her lips, urging with her tongue until he jolted, his whole body tightening as he tried to keep still. He came for her, moaning for her as she swallowed in counterpoint.
It was hard to keep from smirking when Sehun looked up, seeing how destroyed he was. And he caught her look and her amusement.
“Just wait until I can move,” he promised.
Oh, she would.
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Prompt: xiuhun ; mpreg with sehun riding minseok
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“What do you want?” Minseok asked, breathless as Sehun rocked his hips and kept Minseok as deep in him as he could. Minseok’s mouth was dark from an hour of sporadic kisses and touches, and Sehun had been aching - aching, until he finally got what he wanted. They weren’t going to stop then. Minseok couldn’t tease him any more with fingers sliding inside of him, or kisses against his neck as they rubbed together. He rode Minseok until his thighs were near to giving up, moaning, trying to move into Minseok’s stroking hand.
“I want you,” Sehun said, drawing in a shuddering breath and feeling Minseok throb, too. “I want you to come in me. I want you to keep coming until we’re sure-“
Minseok groaned, his hips trying to lift as Sehun ground down against him, and Sehun gasped out a laugh and a moan mixed, because yes. Minseok wanted that, too. Minseok wanted to give him everything. He almost sobbed, feeling right on the edge as he began to ride again, sliding into Minseok’s stroking fingers, filling himself with Minseok over and over as Minseok began to tense under him, going so still aside from his desperately working hips.
“Sehun!”
Sehun settled and felt Minseok coming, the twitch of his legs, the throbbing inside of him. He fumbled, gripping around Minseok’s hand and forcing him to stroke until Sehun was coming around him, coming with him, drawing in everything so that there would be a different type of joining, one that would happen inside of him.
He slept, Minseok draped over his back and deeply asleep, and knew they couldn’t have failed.
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Prompt: Minseok's growing boner shows through his wet swimshorts for Sehun to see. :x
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Depending on the cloth, when it got wet, sometimes things just molded to skin and gave more than a little hint of what was going on underneath of it. Sehun had maybe admired Minseok that way in the past before, before Minseok had plucked at the cloth and all was decent again. It just gave him a mental picture that he liked, that was all. Whether they were doing laps, or playing games in the pool, it didn’t matter. Most of the time they weren’t alone, and an eyeful of Minseok wasn’t what anyone had come for, with the exception of himself. Watching water drip down Minseok’s chest and belly was almost too much.
But they were alone that day, playing some modified version of keepaway that included races and struggles and writhing around trying to get the floating ball back. He could hardly breathe he was laughing too hard, breath short from exertion, and he floundered out of the pool to go get the ball from where Minseok had batted it as they’d struggled up against the side of the pool.
“Truce,” Minseok gasped, and Sehun agreed, ducking his head to rub at his hair so that he could watch Minseok pull himself up out of the water without being obvious. But as the water rushed down over Minseok’s hips, Sehun’s breath caught. Not even the weight of the wet fabric could hide that Minseok was starting to get hard, his body struggling to rise as the fabric tried to show everything.
Sehun flushed, having to waddle to the pool chairs with the ball held very strategically as his mind replayed Minseok emerging from the water, showing him too much and not enough. Minseok sat with his towel draped over his lap, and Sehun wadded his own up, breathing as he stared at the sparkling water. Minseok was right beside him, maybe hard or getting harder, throbbing against the cloth. He’d gotten hard while they were playing, and Sehun admitted he had too before, but Minseok hadn’t bothered to hide it.
Minseok’s knees pulled up and Sehun almost whimpered, wriggling in his chair. He could imagine Minseok gasping, tugging on Sehun’s wet hair as he crawled between Minseok’s thighs and put his mouth all over him. Or in the showers, or on a bed. Anywhere Minseok wanted him. He tried to telegraph that between their chairs, while he filed away information for when he was alone.
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Prompt: Sehun teasing his tiny boyfriend about his height and Minseok getting annoyed and depriving him of kisses.
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“Can you reach it?” Sehun asked, leaning back against the counter and just waiting for what he knew was coming: Minseok swiveling his head and glaring.
“Can I reach it?” Minseok asked, as though Sehun had accused him of something heinous.
“Yeah. You know, it’s up kind of…high.”
Sehun chirped, wincing away as Minseok started toward him.
“How high?” Minseok asked, challenging Sehun on his assertion and pushing against his hip.
Also challenging him to see Sehun would dare to take it to the next level.
“Higher than you can reach,” Sehun said, laughing as Minseok shook him, trying to reach out and get Minseok in a hug and being denied as Minseok moved away and got down what he’d been looking for without any assistance.
“Minseok,” Sehun said, shuffling up beside him. Minseok usually couldn’t resist the puppy eyes, but Minseok glanced at him and went back to opening the box. “Minseok.”
He rubbed his head on Minseok’s shoulder, pressing kisses against Minseok’s cheek and still Minseok was ignoring him, organizing things on the counter. He would have moved away if Sehun hadn’t had his arms so firmly around him. Minseok patted Sehun’s head, which was enough for Sehun to let him go, but Sehun still trailed around after Minseok, waiting for his kisses. He wasn’t really a brat. He just wanted love! And teasing.
Of course, with Minseok in his lap, Minseok got to be taller. He wouldn’t have turned way Minseok’s kisses for anything.
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Prompt: Xiuhun: "Sehun: I mean we don’t talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex" with sehun determined to get his sweater back
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It wasn’t that they didn’t talk because Sehun didn’t want to. It was more that Sehun didn’t know how to, feeling the urge to noodle to another group of talking people if he got too near to Minseok or maybe to another room, and definitely averting his eyes. Though that was hard if Minseok was wearing Those Pants or the shirts that showed off his arms, or-
Minseok had been wearing one of those shirts that night, when he’d had Sehun all dissolving underneath of him, and he didn’t know how to go from having his brain on pleasure-induced joy to being a normal speaking human being.
So he skulked around and did his best to not be obvious, and then Minseok pulled out what was perhaps the worst thing ever. He showed up in a sweater that Sehun had been looking for for weeks, his favorite, soft and a bit oversized even on him which meant that Minseok sort of swam in it. It should’ve looked ridiculous but the red complimented Minseok’s skin and made him look all cuddly, and Sehun had been /betrayed/.
Every time Minseok wore it out, Sehun became more affronted, like Minseok was taunting him. Sehun sort of circled like a vulture waiting to pounce, but Minseok didn’t ever take it off. All of his friends looked at him like he’d lost the plot if he asked them about the sweater, and Sehun made Plans. At a party, he turned up the heat when no one was looking, and still Minseok stayed swaddled in the sweater.
It just made the party a bit more smelly was all.
Minseok didn’t have a roommate he could bribe to steal it back for him.
Eventually his indignant reaction reached the point of no return, and he did the unthinkable: talking to Minseok directly.
“That’s my sweater.”
“Oh, you noticed?” Minseok asked.
Brazen! Too bold! Minseok’s eyes meeting his like he was the one to blame!
Sehun’s brain shorted.
“I- Yes? Right away, because it’s mine! I- You- You took it.”
“It smelled like you,” Minseok said.
Sehun’s mouth opened. Then it closed. In between that, his face flamed.
“I hoped you’d talk to me without me showing it off. But if you want, you can have it back.”
“I didn’t know how,” Sehun mumbled. But he accepted back the sweater and got assaulted by Minseok’s arms. “Thanks.”
Minseok stroked along his back, leaving him to lift his sweater and inhale into it.
It smelled like Minseok. Sehun’s head hung in defeat. When he got home, he put the sweater on, feeling the universe judge him. He slipped his hands into the pockets, and pulled out a paper. He read it. He read it again.
“Call me - Minseok.”
A phone number.
He held the paper and laughed into the sweater’s collar. He had a second reason for being glad he’d been bold.
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Prompt: MInseok telling Sehun he's pregnant with twins as a joke just to see his reaction. Days later he finds out he's actually pregnant but with triplets.
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Sehun had the best faces. And Minseok had a suspicion, of what his body was telling him. They’d been open to the possibility and quite enthusiastic about it all as well.
“You know how we were talking about babies,” Minseok said, getting himself in place so that he could see Sehun’s reaction clearly.
“Yes?” Sehun asked, watching as Minseok lifted both of Sehun’s hands to press there against his stomach.
“Congratulations, it’s twins!”
Sehun’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open, stammering something that didn’t sound like a language.
“Wh-wh-wh- really?”
Minseok poured himself into Sehun’s lap, unable to say yes, and laughing as he kissed Sehun who was still frozen in shock.
“I think there might be…one at least. I don’t know if there are two. I just kind of have a feeling.”
“Wow. But one even!”
Exactly. It was reason to celebrate right there on the couch, and Sehun got him back for his joke by tickling him mercilessly after.
His hunch that he was pregnant turned out to be correct, however, the joke turned out to be on him.
“Three heartbeats,” the doctor confirmed.
Minseok turned his head, looking up at Sehun.
“Three,” he said, pointing at his belly, as though Sehun hadn’t been standing right there listening.
“Three,” Sehun repeated. And then he had to pull up a chair, and Minseok agreed, glad he was already sitting down as the doctor, very politely, tried not to laugh at them. Sehun’s fingers squeezed around his though, and he squeezed back just as hard as they watched the fluttering little heartbeats.
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Prompt: HET!XIUHUN WITH SEHUN RIDING MINSEOK :D
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Minseok watched Sehun’s skirt ride up her thighs as she straddled him, pushing him back against the head board and mesmerizing him. He felt wet. Warmth. Her body closing around him as she sank down onto his cock and made little sounds as she took him deeper. Her hands were so tight on his shoulders and his own hands were useless. He just watched her and admired the peekaboo her bra was playing through her half open shirt, red against smooth skin and Sehun began to move, her hips rolling, moving him inside of her in increments. Sehun was moaning softly, her head tilting back and forth as she decided how to move, how to make him make her feel good. He didn’t have to do anything, just sit there and be hard for her. She was pleasing herself, and he was the instrument, and instead of making him insecure that he didn’t have a more active role, it turned him on, almost like she was letting him watch her masturbate.
That she was still mostly clothed only enhanced that feeling. He’d been half hard when they got to his place, all the way hard by the time he’d started on the buttons of her shirt and had her rubbing all up against him. But he couldn’t stand not touching any more as she rode his cock, the sounds of sex too much for him. He put his hands just above her knees, feeling the muscles of her thighs contract and relax, and she opened her eyes as though acknowledging he was there.
“Minseok,” she breathed on a moan, and Minseok nearly came right then. It was like she was trying to destroy him as she took out the clip holding her hair, tugging her shirt out of her skirt and reaching up the back of it and unclasping her bra. He was breathless, watching her breasts move with her until he couldn’t stand it, diving in and nosing aside her shirt. He took a nipple in his mouth and heard her squeal as she clutched around him. She held his head against her, rocking faster, and he heard her gasp as she came moments later, almost squirming in his lap, so wet, so tight. He lavished attention to her breasts, her breath coming short, and he kissed up to her neck, mouthing against her skin as she made short little sounds of effort as she tried to ride him to make him lose control.
“Sehun, Sehun,” he nearly chanted, going from trying to hold back, to his head bouncing back off of the headboard as she squeezed him and enveloped him. She gasped as his hips tried to lift sharply as he came, trying to get deeper in her, trying to give her everything. But she was in control again then, moving around him through it, soothing him down, kissing against his face as he panted.
“What did I do to deserve that?” Minseok asked.
“Well, it was a good dinner,” Sehun told him. He just rested his head on her shoulder and laughed.
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Prompt: Minseok letting Sehun watch him masturbate.
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Minseok didn’t strip down, and Sehun wasn’t sure if that was worse or not. His shirt was unzipped, yes, but that just made the cloth shift and gape as Minseok moved as he sat on the edge of the bed. His pants were open - it was almost like Sehun had walked in by accident to a very private moment. Sehun was sitting, hands balled on his thighs as Minseok rubbed his hands down his chest, his cock twitching at the touches. It was like it was begging Minseok for more, and Sehun was begging too, licking his lips and wanting to get on his knees. He almost whimpered at the slick sounds as Minseok squirted lube into one hand, rubbing his hands together. Minseok touched his cock delicately, wrapping fingers around it, getting himself slick. His thumb teased all over the head and Minseok moaned, his hips shifting on the mattress.
Sehun’s hips shifted in sympathy, his cock aching in the confines of his pants.
The way Minseok stroked his cock, it was almost like he was stroking at Sehun. The tug, the slide, squeezing, stroking. It got thicker, harder, as Minseok bit his lip and tried to fuck into his own hand. Sehun’s breath clicked in his throat as a droplet of pre-come slid down, catching on the edge of the sheet before it could get to the floor. Minseok just widened his thighs more, moaning, his head tilting, bracing himself with a closed fist on the mattress and stroking his cock faster.
Wet, slick, impossibly flushed. Minseok’s hand was so sure, and his moans were growing shorter as he stroked in desperate, punctuated motions.
“Oh, fuck,” Minseok groaned. “Fuck. Yes.”
Sehun pressed his thighs together at the frantic throbbing between his legs, almost gasping at the first shot of semen that fell between them on the floor. More, and more, Minseok orgasming for his stroking hand, desperate and gasping as his body tried to keep going and Sehun writhed with him until Minseok was still. Minseok was panting, his hand still on his cock, every inch of skin flushed and gleaming.
Sehun whimpered, relaxing. His pants were starting to soak through, having come just from watching.
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Prompt: that xiuhun masturbation was so hot :Q can i request more where sehun comes untouched again during sex?
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Sehun couldn’t answer the question of which position was his favorite. On his back? On his knees? Against the wall, or on a counter, or riding Minseok’s hips. As long as Minseok’s cock was in him he didn’t care, unless he was desperate to get off. He liked them all. He liked pulling up his legs and having Minseok have him, watching Minseok’s face as he looked almost high from sliding his cock into Sehun. There were times they joked and laughed, but sometimes Minseok was so serious, so needy, and Sehun was unable to move or look away. Minseok was filling him, licking his lips, moaning, stroking him so thoroughly inside that Sehun could hardly breathe.
Sehun whimpered, his cock throbbing as Minseok slid almost the whole length of his cock into him, over and over. It lit a fire in him that spread from the cock inside of him to his aching balls to his cock that was twitching and swaying from the bumping of Minseok’s hips into his.
Sehun moaned, almost reaching for his cock but not being able to, frozen, his vision blurred as pleasure wavered. His next moan was short and startled as come swelled onto his belly, legs shaking and almost shouting as Minseok’s cock filled him again and the orgasm wouldn’t let him go, keening as he came and spilled like he hadn’t come in a week.
Minseok held Sehun’s hips as he came in him. Sehun was panting and undone, but he watched every moment. He watched, too, as Minseok began to smile.
“Was this for me?” Minseok asked, touching Sehun’s stomach.
Always.
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Prompt: xiuhun waking up together after their first time
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Minseok woke to Sehun on his belly, in the middle of the bed and taking up most of the space there. He couldn’t even really be angry, since he was still all on the bed, and Sehun looked serene like that, one hand pulled up under his chin and his shoulders bare. Minseok tried to be nice, pulling up the blanket so that Sehun wasn’t cold, but Sehun inhaled sharply, exhaling slow, and one of his eyes opened.
He saw Minseok peering back at him, and whatever Minseok had been anticipating, the shy smile and Sehun’s head ducking down off of the pillow.
Sehun mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “good morning” and curled into him, putting his head on the pillow with Sehun’s hair ruffling with his breaths.
“Good morning. I woke up just before you did. Though at least before young got me squished right out of bed.”
Sehun’s head popped up, looking over Minseok and then craning back over his shoulder.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t sound sorry was the thing, as Minseok squinted at him.
“Is this where you tell me you wanted to be closer?”
That time Sehun’s face pressed against Minseok’s neck, and Minseok was liking the upgrade. They drifted like that for a while, making it an even better morning.
***
Prompt: Xiuhun watching porn together
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They passed the lube bottle between them as the men on screen started getting handsy as they kissed. The guy taking control was really drawing moans out of the man he had pinned, rubbing at the front of his underwear. Sehun wasn’t trying to rush, getting comfortable and stroking himself at all the visual interest. Not only on their large TV, but Minseok too who was stroking himself and getting harder by the minute.
“When are you going to swallow my cock like that?” Minseok asked, humming as things rapidly went from petting to stripping to the man in control stooping and sucking a hard cock into his mouth.
“When it’s smaller,” Sehun retorted. He had a delicate mouth. But he also didn’t want Minseok smaller, because he loved sucking him, and stroking him, and everything else.
They both moaned a little, watching the man who’d been sucked hard sit down and the other man straddle him. It was a face of ecstasy as the man sank down and filled himself with cock.
“Definitely not his first time,” Sehun chuckled.
“He can come ride me any time.”
Sehun kicked at Minseok lazily. “Not if I’m there first.”
Minseok twirled his cock, looking over at him. “Want to prove it?”
Sometimes they really did get off watching, or maybe giving each other a hand. But Sehun took Minseok easily, rocking in his lap, making him moan, making him forget about the men moaning on the screen behind him. When Minseok’s hips worked desperately, coming, it was for him. And seeing Minseok’s hand stroking him until he couldn’t stand it, Minseok flushed for him and moaning, was the best kind of porn.
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Prompt: xiuhun - drunken sex
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It was a matter of pride. Minseok had tried to keep pouring him drinks, but Sehun had done the same thing. They were trying to drink each other under the table, and it was either not working or working far too well.
“I think I could be horny,” Sehun said, looking down at his crotch like it would help him divine an answer.
Minseok pursed his lips. “I thought you said you always were for me.”
“Oh…Oh yeah.”
Hands unsteady at pouring were also not so smart at getting clothes undone. Most of the way was good enough. The important parts were free as they rolled around and rubbed their lips together.
“Where do I put it?” Sehun giggled, wriggling around between Minseok’s legs like it was his first time there instead of his- Minseok didn’t know but the number was big. Enormous.
It had Minseok sputtering, smacking at Sehun’s shoulders, and groaning as Sehun started to rub against him.
“Oh yes, there.”
It was sloppy, sliding around together. Sehun did his best to move, but it was more like they were trying to paddle down a river together. The bed shook under them, laughing, moaning. And Sehun slid right off, gasping and coming as Minseok turned against him. It let him get his hand wet enough to get off, too, and he sighed, lax.
“We’re so good at that,” Sehun muttered.
They were pros. They were the best. And they were totally fast asleep within a minute.
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Prompt: Xiuhun - planning a mutual friend’s wedding
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“I don’t want to call again,” Sehun said, and he was putting his foot down on it that time. He’d called the last half dozen times. Were there any flowers they didn’t like? Were they sure those were all the guests? Were they sure the dresses were settled, and the-
His head was spinning. Minseok had a spreadsheet, a checklist, a massive phone directory, and some kind of chart for seating.
“Not green. Any other color is fine. Bridesmaids are wearing black, and bride white, so… I guess anything goes? A nice color, is all I’m hearing,” Minseok said, resigned.
How to get two very busy people married when all they cared about was showing up and actually saying their vows. Sample bouquets would be made and approved, they had a simple but elegant cake. The groom just wanted a tuxedo, and something chocolate.
“Are we sure they’re going to actually show up the day of the wedding,” Sehun said, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling.
“If they don’t, we’re going to draw names and someone in the audience is getting married,” Minseok said.
It was more for the parents they were doing it anyway. A hasty, happy wedding for two people they loved. Sehun decided his cake would be chocolate, too. One day.
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Prompt: Unrequited xiuhun fic where xiumin is already committed to someone else. Pretty please ?
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It was some interesting kind of hell to wonder if he’d just shown up too late. By the first time he’d seen Minseok grin, Minseok had already started dating someone else. It had only been a few weeks, but it had just kept going. By the time that Sehun had maybe acknowledged his tiny burgeoning little crush that was destroying him from inside out, Minseok was skipping group outings to go on dates, and spending time on his phone texting messages.
It should’ve made Sehun give up, drop out, rationalize away his feelings and get himself to a better place. He liked Minseok’s boyfriend, the few times they’d met. He thought a little guiltily of them just mutually discovering they didn’t work, and Sehun-
He didn’t want to just be the guy who swept in after trying to be nice because he wanted something. That made him feel so conflicted. In a perfect world, Minseok would just look at him and tell him that Sehun was the person he’d been missing. He didn’t want Minseok to be unhappy or sad. He knew imagining that they’d met when Minseok had been single was a reality that never was going to happen.
He kept his thoughts to himself, and his feelings, but he imagined every once in a while, that one of those soft smiles at Minseok aimed at his phone was aimed at him.
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Prompt: Xiuhun - minseok getting horny in public
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Minseok always blamed him. Not in a bad way, but it was always something that Sehun had done. The way he walked, the way he licked his lips or bit them. Sometimes the way that Sehun’s hand rubbed against Minseok’s arm, or the way he leaned into him, the way he talked close, or laughed. Sometimes Sehun thought all he had to do was breathe.
Which was flattering. If that all happened when they were at home, when Minseok went from relaxed to on edge with his pants too tight and looking all interested in Sehun’s direction, it was easy to do something about it. They could roll around anywhere. Couch, bed. Minseok had cornered him in the shower, in the kitchen.
Out in public, though, there was only so much that they could do besides some hasty adjustments when no one was looking so that Minseok didn’t show off just how well situated he was. Minseok glared when Sehun giggled a little at him. Not like he liked Minseok’s pain, but it made Sehun glad it wasn’t him, and that it was all for him.
If they could have found a private place-
“Did you want to do some more shopping?” Sehun asked, utterly cheerful.
Or, from the way that Minseok pulled him along, he guessed going home was okay, too.
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Prompt: xiuhun ; striptease
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Sehun was frozen, his shirt open and pants straining as he sat with his legs parted. His mouth was open, too, watching as Minseok flicked open the buttons at his shirt cuffs, his body swaying as he began to pull it free of his waistband and giving Sehun just a little peek of skin. He tilted his head back, moaning a little as he tugged free his tie, rubbing his hands over his chest before reaching to undo the button at his throat.
Button by button, Minseon biting at his lip, stroking at the skin he bared. His nipples were aching against the sleeveless undershirt he had underneath as he worked the cloth off of one shoulder and then the other, letting it slide down his arms, and fall. And Sehun was still rapt. Minseok smirked and rubbed over his chest again, tugging the rest of his undershirt free from his waistband too, and drawing it slowly, deliberately over his head as he rocked his hips. Just like that, Sehun licking his lips as he stared at Minseok’s chest and made a sound as Minseok worked his belt open. The belt jangled down, and Minseok popped the button of his pants, pressing his hips out so that Sehun could see how he could barely lower it for how hard he was beneath his underwear.
Sehun gasped, his eyes glued on Minseok’s opened pants. It was then Minseok touched Sehun for the first time, leaning in and cupping between his legs and feeling Sehun throb. Minseok stroked briskly against the cloth as Sehun moaned and arched and his eyes widened. Minseok smiled as Sehun came in his pants, just for him.
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Prompt: Minseok-nuna letting Sehun touch/fondle her boobs.
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Oh, she didn’t meant to get caught staring. Normally Sehun had more tact than that, but Minseok had stripped off her jacket when Sehun wasn’t looking and there she was with Sehun struggling to lift her eyes from how Minseok’s tank top showed off how round…and full…
“Does it show off too much?” Minseok asked, trying to adjust her straps, and Sehun knew she’d really got caught then.
“Oh, no. No, you’re fine! I was just- You’re lucky.”
Sehun had breasts, too. They just weren’t quite so full or lovely, and she was blushing already.
“It’s hard to find shirts sometimes,” Minseok bemoaned. And Sehun didn’t realize she’d gone right back to admiring until Minseok asked, “Did you want to…?”
It was just supposed to be lighthearted, Minseok chuckling as she took Sehun’s hands and lifted them. Just something cute and normal, and not Sehun’s whole conscious expanding to feel her hands pressing against the softness of Minseok’s breasts. Not skin to skin, though she wondered about that. She just had to say something. The silence was deafening, but she didn’t have anything to say, just a lot of white noise in her head.
“Wow,” Sehun settled on, and her hands involuntarily squeezed, admiring everything. The feel, the shape. She wondered what-
Minseok leaned in, and Sehun would have yanked her hands away had Minseok’s not been right there, holding Sehun’s hands against her.
But when Sehun looked up to find out why, her eyelids closed right back down as Minseok’s lips pressed to hers. Oh. Oh. Minseok laughed, and Sehun felt it right through her hands, and she liked that very much, too.
***
Prompt: Xiuhun babysitting baby jongdae and baby jongin
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Jongdae liked screaming. Every toy, every bottle, every diaper change, he was letting the universe know just what he thought about it. Though whether that was good or bad, it was sometimes hard to tell. Jongin startled and cried sometimes when that happened, but most of the time, both of them were pretty well behaved. For babies, anyway.
“I got the last dirty diaper,” Sehun said quickly, when suspicious sounds started emanating from the direction of Jongin’s diaper.
“That was not a poopy diaper!” Minseok said.
“We said we were trading off! We didn’t say how.”
Minseok was so going to get him back for that. Even if Minseok did what was best for Jongin, and emerged with what looked like a real stink bomb to put in the diaper container. Jongdae couldn’t have been deeper asleep, conked out in his little bassinett.
Jongin was all smiles and wiggly toes and coos when Sehun picked him up, though.
“Good job, buddy. You got rid of that yucky poo. Did Uncle Minseok do a good job? Yeah?”
“You look cute with him,” Minseok said.
Sehun had been expecting retaliation. But that compliment had him ducking his head and fighting a smile. Minseok had definitely gotten him back with that.
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Prompt: Minseok receiving a 'be naked when I get home' text from Sehun.
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Sehun was not incredibly explicit except for the part where he had instructed Minseok to be naked when he got home. The text was accompanied with several hungry looking faces, and Minseok wasn’t going to just text back to see, for instance, where he should be naked at, and how Sehun wanted him. Did he want Minseok naked and on his back, or naked and ready to ride, or naked and ready to fuck. There were so many options it was almost dizzying, and Minseok decided that in lieu of instruction, he would decide for himself. It was why he spent the next few minutes humming and sliding slick fingers into himself. Without regard to his knees, he planted himself not far inside the door, just out of view from the hall, occasionally fingering himself, keeping himself hard. He got down on his elbows, letting his hips sway invitingly.
And that was how Sehun found him, already slick, and ready, with a place there for Sehun to kneel as his bag was abandoned and all Sehun could do was moan as he got his pants open. Sehun took him right there in the entry, moaning as Sehun’s slick cock slid into him, those first few exploring thrusts before Sehun found his way and found his want. He got harder still inside of Minseok, and Minseok moaned, bracing himself against the floor, gurgling as Sehun’s fingers closed around him and his thrusts quickened to feel just how turned on that Minseok was.
Sehun’s pants rubbed against his skin, his belt jangling, breaths labored.
“Harder,” Minseok demanded, and Sehun tried, fucking with abandon until Minseok was shuddering and trying to thrust into Sehun’s hand, coming onto the floor, coming so quickly from being turned on even before Sehun got there. Sehun just draped helplessly over him when he came, groaning out his pleasure as he tried to keep hold of Minseok’s hips, like his body was deflating as a whole, and it nearly sent them sprawling flat.
“Hi,” Sehun said, greeting him sheepishly.
Minseok just hummed.
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Prompt: Sehun fingering fem!minseok under the table
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There were times getting a booth in the back was useful. No one minded if Sehun slipped into the same side as Minseok, and they were on best behavior until the waitress left their food. Sehun could have eaten, but he wasn’t starving. Not for that, not when Minseok was squirming beside him.
They traded a look and she didn’t have to be told, scooting forward, spreading her legs and getting closer to the table. Sehun had silky thigh to guide him as he got his hand under Minseok’s skirt. Finding only wet warmth waiting for him wasn’t a shock. He’d known she had no underwear on before they’d left.
All he did was rub a little at first, sliding his fingers against her, getting his fingers slick and feeling how welcoming she was. He watched her face as he did that, when she bit her lip, the little inhales, how her thigh flexed against his arm. Her moan was cut off against her knuckles as he began to press his fingers into her. Wet, urgently wet like she’d been waiting on that the whole way over.
She squeezed around him like a vice, and it was Sehun’s turn to make a sound, whispering to her, “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I don’t just come the second I get in you.”
Minseok hissed at him, and he grinned, sliding his fingers side by side inside of her as he used his opposite hand to take a few bites of food so they didn’t look totally suspicious. He held still, though, while she took a bite. Choking on food wasn’t sexy.
It sounded like she was really enjoying her food though, as he started to stroke her with his thumb. He knew they didn’t have hours, but he knew they didn’t need that long by how swollen her clit was, how eagerly she was shifting to meet him. She was desperate, straining for it, and he ignored the strain in his arm, rubbing as fast as he humanly could and feeling her inhales start to be tiny gasps as she went rigid and hardly able to stay upright. It had to be then, it had to be right then, and Minseok whimpered, convulsing around his fingers, twitching desperate against his thumb until she let out a shaking breath and finally turned her head to look at him. Sehun grinned at her, because yeah, he was the who’d just gotten her off. She had one last sound to make as he pulled his hand out from under her skirt, wiping down his fingers enough to where he could steal off to the bathroom unnoticed. They were half done with their food by the time someone came around to check on them.
But very satisfied.
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Prompt: pregnant sehun wanting minseok /now now now/, please? ♡
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“Please,” Sehun moaned, already on his back, his fingers sliding in and out of himself so urgently. Minseok couldn’t get out of his pants and get hard quick enough, though he hoped his desperation was going to help with his hips lifted and urgent. It wasn’t as though he could get more pregnant but he needed Minseok so much, felt so empty, so needy, so starved for touch, for pleasure. He could have come from the feeling of Minseok’s hands smoothing down his trembling thighs and they widened, desperate, licking his lips and watching as Minseok stroked his own cock and got himself ready. Sehun pulled his hand away and moaned his plea.
Even just the press of Minseok’s cock against him had his eyes closing in bliss, and so the stretch of him was almost more stimulation than he could stand.
“Yes, more,” Sehun gasped, trying to draw Minseok in with his legs. Minseok was trying to be slow, trying to be gentle, but Sehun cried out in amazement as he came a little against his rounding belly the first time that Minseok pulled back and slid in further. “Ohhh, yes!”
Minseok was looking at him in awe, watching his mate arch his neck and moan in delight as he pulsed and came untouched, squeezing around Minseok’s cock and desperate to be filled, for Minseok to stroke him from within, to love him, and- Minseok never sped up, just thrust into him steadily, watching Sehun shudder in delight, gasping, moaning, grasping at the sheet, at the pillows. Sehun let out one last long moan and begged, “I want to see you come.”
He was desperate by then, his cock throbbing, but he didn’t want to hurt Sehun, either. He pulled out, jerking his cock quickly, and added his come on Sehun’s body. Sehun was almost quivering from sustained pleasure, and Minseok rested against him, kissing against him, until he felt strong enough so shower.
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Prompt: xiuhun sending dirty texts to eachother
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Neither of them had texts showing up on the lock screen any more. No, a near-parental miss had that being axed immediately. Then, there was the danger of leaving their phone at work, or losing it somehow. It was bad enough when they were the ones glancing, sometimes at rather inopportune moments.
Sehun had once texted that he wanted to swallow Minseok’s cock just as Minseok was taking a drink, and he’d hacked and sputtered embarrassingly in the middle of a work meeting.
Swallowed the wrong way indeed.
It wasn’t like they tried to catch each other at the worst moments. Sometimes a thought would fly by and Minseok was gloating at his desk as he tapped out, “I’m going to finger you so well when I get home,” and getting back emojis that seemed to indicate Sehun’s imminent expiration.
“I was in the store,” Sehun told him, all nicely wrung out after Minseok made good on his promise. “I was buying cereal.”
Sehun swatted at him when he laughed.
They sent other texts too, sweet ones, reminders, questions. But with the dirty ones sprinkled in, it was always an adventure.
Then of course there were the unfair ones, like Sehun texting, “Jerking off and thinking of you” while Minseok was working. But even if it caused him temporary pain, he definitely wanted to know.
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Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing: Xiumin/Sehun and Xiumin/Sehun/Kai
Warnings: some sex swap, sexual situations
Summary: 31 random prompts.
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Prompt: sekaixiu. Sehun and Jongin as college roomates, one of the brings Minseok home for a one night stand while the other pretends to be asleep.
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Jongin woke up at the sound of the door fumbling opening and then shut. He’d given up on studying and had gone to sleep in a fit of pique, and he was almost ready to throw back his blanket and ask Sehun if he wanted something to eat but he froze when he heard wet sounds. Little moans.
Kissing.
“Roommate,” Sehun hissed, far louder than he needed to, and Jongin figured if he was going to reveal that he was awake, it was going to be then or never. Jongin heard a chuckle, and the sound of a zipper, and oh, that was too late. And then, there was the sound of enthusiastic sucking, and Jongin’s eyebrows rose, biting hard on the inside of his cheek as his cock started to throb a little. He wondered who- and he knew who then, when Sehun moaned, the sound stuttering when he realized how loud he’d been. It was obvious Sehun didn’t have a cock in his mouth, which meant he was getting blown, and if Jongin moved, he was going to interrupt that. Sehun was panting, and there were eager little growls, the sound of lips sealing around flesh and sliding, wet. How long had it been since he’d gotten blown, Jongin wondered, risking moving his leg so he could adjust himself a little. It sounded like a good one.
“On the bed,” a voice said, quietly. Not Sehun’s voice, but very male, and Jongin tried to x-ray vision through his blanket for a moment, hardly breathing when he heard, “He hasn’t moved. He’s still asleep.”
There was the sound of kissing again, the sound of something else. Jongin butted his head against his pillow, knowing he shouldn’t look, should give Sehun his privacy, but he just wanted to- Sehun was on his back, a guy all over him, and a hand jerking Sehun. It wasn’t Sehun’s hands, either, because Sehun’s hands were on the wall, and he was lifting his hips up. He’d caught Sehun jerking off a few times, so that wasn’t any mystery there, but the guy on top of him. Jongin almost ducked down when the guy sat up, and was glad he wasn’t when the guy took off his shirt and opened up his own pants. He had a condom on before Jongin could even swallow, and he looked bigger than Sehun. Maybe it was the lube, but Sehun seemed to like what he saw from the moan and the way he reached to touch.
Jongin gave up all pretending that he was going to stop watching, slipping his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, curling them around his cock. He silently apologized, but even in the hazy light he’d left on for Sehun, he could see everything. He could see Sehun bracing himself on the wall again, see him lifting his his hips, and the short moan that Jongin took to mean the guy’s cock had started pushing into him.
“Minseok,” Sehun moaned, and Jongin squeezed around his cock because he had a name to go with the body. They’d been roommates for almost a year and Sehun had never asked to bring someone to their room. Jongin could hear soft little grunts, the slick slide of Minseok’s cock into Sehun. Sehun was whining, trying to get Minseok to touch him.
“Shh,” Minseok reminded him. “Or do you want your roommate to see you like this?”
Sehun grunted, at that, but Minseok wasn’t teasing, running his hands all over Sehun’s chest, stroking at his cock while Minseok’s hips rolled against Sehun’s. Jongin’s eyes opened wider, straining as Minseok leaned over again, lifting up Sehun’s head and kissing him as they rocked together. Sehun’s moans were muffled, but his desperation wasn’t. And Sehun came, bucking under Minseok, shuddering. Jongin tugged his own cock, fast, dizzy with the show he was seeing and hearing Minseok moan too as he hitched Sehun’s hips higher. And Jongin couldn’t hold back any more, coming without being able to stop, biting back a gasp, still pulsing when he saw Minseok’s head half turn. His eyes slammed closed, his hand still. But Jongin couldn’t keep his eyes closed long, popping open just as soon as he heard Minseok moan again, and his eyes were fixed on Minseok’s profile, the way his neck arched, his mouth open as he moaned and came in Sehun.
But he didn’t leave for another twenty minutes, twenty minutes of wet-underwear and torture as he listened to Minseok murmur to Sehun, kissing him, touching all over him as Sehun bashfully chuckled and kept talking. They both got out of bed when Minseok did leave, and Jongin kept his eyes tightly closed, not before seeing Minseok tuck himself back into his pants, though. There were a few more sounds, like they were kissing again, and then the door opened and closed again.
“Jongin?” Sehun said softly, and Jongin didn’t move. Satisfied, Sehun started to get ready to go to bed. He waited until Sehun was asleep to get up and wash up. And his eyes were a little guilty, though really satisfied when he turned out the light.
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Prompt: Xiuhun sequel of your sexiukai, please?
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Maybe Minseok meant for it to stay just one night, but Sehun hadn’t been able to get that night out of his head. The hush of it, Minseok’s lips around him, trying to stay quiet while Minseok covered him on the bed. He hadn’t realized how many sounds he wanted to make during sex until he couldn’t, and he was the one who sidled up to Minseok and cleared his throat a little and made a little announcement that he was planning to go back to his room because his roommate was out.
They made out against the wall inside of the door, grinding together, kissing, Sehun fascinated by Minseok’s mouth. Minseok had nearly sucked him off with that mouth the last time, and the fantasy that swept him was almost too much to handle.
But there still wasn’t that much time.
And there was light, actual sunlight coming in even through the curtains as Sehun dropped his pants. It wasn’t difficult to see that he was ready, maybe too ready as Minseok crawled up between Sehun’s legs and pushed down his underwear.
“Nothing like getting some in the afternoon,” Minseok said, and the press of his slick fingers had Sehun groaning. But the press of Minseok’s cock rendered him silent. It was bigger than he remembered. Or maybe he was just more aware. They’d been right there before, just like that, Minseok all over him and Sehun lifted his hips for more, remembering again to breathe, to moan as Minseok began to move.
“Nice to have you alone when you can be as loud as you want,” Minseok groaned at him, and Sehun nodded, still too winded to make much but desperate moans. “I think your roommate might’ve woken up once.”
Sehun arched, tightened around Minseok before he could even help it, making a low sound and flushing as Minseok chuckled.
“What?”
“Was that fear, or does that get you off?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” Sehun croaked. “Both?”
“It’s okay. He’s not here now. It’s just you and me. You feel so good.”
The praise took Sehun just as off guard, moaning, writhing as Minseok continued to thrust into him. He moaned against Minseok’s mouth, touching his chest, his sides, gripping desperately at Minseok’s back.
“Minseok,” he urged, and Minseok rumbled, lifting Sehun’s hips, stroking his cock, sliding his teeth against Sehun’s neck until Sehun was bucking, moaning, keening as he came all over himself. Minseok, too, grinding against him, moaning above him, stilling as his hips stopped jerking. And Minseok did not seem surprised when Sehun wrapped his legs a little tighter around Minseok’s hips, and kissed him a little longer.
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Prompt: Follow-up of the sexukai with Jongin becoming increasingly curious of xiuhun's (sexual) relationship and getting off on the idea of walking in on them again (and them inviting him to watch/join) (have i told you lately how awesome you are)
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The room smelled of sex. Also of air freshener, but if Sehun had tried to be subtle, he wasn’t very good at it. Jongin had wondered what the smell was for a while, but then he saw the messy bed, messier than Sehun usually left it, and realized what had happened. They’d been there while Jongin was out, Sehun and Minseok, fucking right there on that bed. Jongin was rubbing himself through his pants almost before he realized what he was doing, groaning a little in frustration. He wanted to get laid, too, but-
Maybe if he’d been a little earlier, he’d have walked in on them. Not in the dark with just a light on Sehun’s table illuminating them, but the light through the closed curtains, too. Maybe it was like it would’ve been like it was before, Sehun on his back and Minseok working into him, making him moan. Jongin probably would’ve known what was going on just from that, the sounds Sehun would’ve made. He’d have been frozen, wondering what to do, seeing his roommate getting fucked by some guy, and they’d have seen him. Seen him standing there, seen him getting hard at the lust he was seeing.
Jongin slipped his hand into his underwear, sighing as he started stroking himself, staring at the empty bed. Sehun probably would’ve been embarrassed, but Minseok would’ve seen him, too. Maybe he’d have told Jongin not to go, urged him closer so he could see how good that Minseok was making Sehun feel.
“I saw you last time,” Jongin confessed to the Minseok in his head, and Sehun was groaning, from embarrassment and the press of Minseok’s cock.
“You don’t just have to watch, now,” Minseok said.
A shock passed through him, of Minseok guiding his hand to stroke at Sehun, of Minseok’s lips urging Jongin to kiss him. Minseok’s tongue would be in his mouth, his hand in Jongin’s pants, Sehun coming against Jongin’s fingers. And before he could imagine Minseok’s moans as he came, Jongin was jolting, coming into his underwear, gasping as he stared blankly at the bed across from him, adding his own to the scent of sex in the air. He showered, embarrassed. But not too embarrassed to jerk off again thinking of it, and the dozen other ways it could’ve happened.
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Prompt: maybe something about sexiukai's poly relationship and if you feel inclined to smut yes pls
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Jongin liked the edge of the bed, because it let him hang his feet off if he wanted to, and it made him feel more free, and there was no earthly way Minseok could’ve argued that away from him. Plus, Jongin was normally the first one out. It left Sehun to argue out the rest of the sleeping arrangements with, and by right Minseok ought to have had first pick as the oldest. Which was of course why over half the time he ended up sweltering in the middle between them. In winter it wasn’t too bad, but they never, ever asked him why the sheet got kicked off in the summer.
They made sure to have a shower room that fit all three of them, to memorable use. Sehun had had Minseok pressed up against the wall, and Jongin all up against his back, Sehun moving back and forth between them as the water did its best to keep them cool. Communal showers were mostly off-limit when they had places to be, or else they were always late.
Jongin made an offended noise to come into the bedroom to find Sehun already riding Minseok’s cock, facing away from Minseok and filling himself up. It wasn’t like Minseok minded, sprawled on the bed with nothing to do but enjoy as Sehun moved.
“I just went to get water!” Jongin complained, and Minseok strained to see as Jongin crawled onto the bed.
“Get me off, and you can have a turn, too,” Sehun said.
“Hey, I’m here, too?” Minseok said, in case they’d forgotten. He was going to have a say in that. Minseok’s eyes widened at Sehun’s moan, the sound of wet and eager sucking. All he could see was Sehun’s bouncing butt and straining back as he rode Minseok with Jongin’s mouth making him tighten almost painfully. And fuck-
“Hey!”
Fuck, Jongin had his fingers all slick, sliding into Minseok and fingering him like having a cock in his mouth wasn’t enough.
“You’d better be- Be careful or there won’t be anything left for you,” Minseok cautioned, not that they were listening.
“I wonder if we can,” Jongin said.
“Let’s try,” Sehun said.
“Try what?” Minseok demanded.
Sehun lifted off of him, Minseok’s sound of protest immediate, and he turned, Jongin holding up Minseok’s cock so Sehun could sink back onto him. And Sehun smiled, leaning forward, letting Jongin lift Minseok’s hips.
“What are you? Oh.”
Jongin’s cock slid into him, his hips moving in counterpoint to Sehun’s, until Jongin wrapped his arms around Sehun and they moved together. Minseok moaned, one man around him, one man inside of him, watching as Jongin stroked Sehun so that Sehun moaned, too, and it was a close thing that he did not come first, Sehun’s come falling on his stomach as Jongin fucked him faster, desperate. Minseok tried to bury himself deeper into Sehun, his moans strangled, coming, unable to move as they moved for him, and they laughed at his wheezes as they cleaned him up.
He got to sleep on the edge of the bed that night.
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Prompt: minseok picks up some cocoa cookie butter swirl for his pregnant mate (kitty au pls)
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It was sweet, but it was very satisfying. Like the culmination of a good itch being scratched, or the mingling of purrs when they settled in for the night. Minseok didn’t see it as a duty, venturing out after work and finding just the right store, the only kind his mate liked. It tasted a little good licked off of skin, too, but it wasn’t for Minseok’s pleasure, or his comfort for that matter. Being pregnant for all he’d observed was an exhausting experience. There were times of levity - Minseok had gotten good at tying shoes not his own - and there was a kind of cliche glow, too, one that made Minseok not regret too much when he observed the aches and the strain.
So getting something as simple as cocoa and cookie butter squeezed into the same jar was a small thing that became a big happiness when it was revealed.
Minseok opened his mouth to advise perhaps dinner was better first, and he was silenced by a look, and the drawing out of a spoon. One little spoonful wouldn’t hurt, and neither would a cuddle with tails sliding together as Minseok inhaled the scent of chocolate and home.
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Prompt: thank you for all the xiuhun <3 can i ask for sehun finding out he's pregnant but doesn't know how to tell minseok because they never really talked about having kids. thanks again <3
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It wasn’t true. He held onto that delusion for a good few minutes, until he looked back at the test the doctor had handed him. It told him in no uncertain terms that it was true, that he hadn’t just been exhausted, and cranky, and silk for no reason.
They’d been dating for months, but they’d never talked about the possibility of kids. He knew sort of in vague terms that Minseok wanted kids, someday, but that didn’t mean right then, or with him. He’d seen Minseok with kids, and he’d been easy, cute with them, but with Sehun not anticipating, he hadn’t even daydreamed at that point of Minseok with their kids.
It was maybe cowardly, handing Minseok the paper. He’d heard of people breaking up at times like that, the relationship going sour. He wondered if MInseok would want him to end it, so they could go back to being carefree. He’d known barely two hours, and already he wondered if he could forgive Minseok if he asked that.
“You’re… Sehun.”
“I am,” Sehun said, and couldn’t resist because it was both answer and quip both.
“We were careful…weren’t we? I just…wow. Wow. Did they get a picture? Or- I can’t even remember what it’s called, I-“
There were words, definitions, none that came to him. He just offered the little black and white printout, something far more tangible that words on a page somehow. Minseok looked up at him, and there was something in his eyes, something that had Sehun inhaling.
“Are you happy?” Minseok asked.
That told Sehun all he needed to know, stepping into Minseok’s arms and holding on.
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Prompt: xiuhun ; minseok helps sehun pick a new color to dye his hair and ends up addicted to sliding his fingers through sehun's hair and seeing the contrast between the color and his skin
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It was red, the color, more of a warm reddish brown really, but one that really gleamed in different types of light. It had taken thirty minutes just to pick that color, because Sehun had been whining that he didn’t know what to choose and telling Minseok to pick for him, and then rejecting every single choice.
“Maybe you should just have a rainbow then,” Minseok suggested, and got Sehun’s pitying look. He still thought it could’ve looked good.
But Minseok liked it a lot, the red. He liked it when it was dark, and when it glowed, and when Sehun tossed his head and made it fly. It looked good wet, and styled, and completely unadulterated. It was good that Sehun was a bit like a cat, because when Minseok reached to touch, Sehun leaned into him and let Minseok stroke through his hair. It was soft, even for being dyed, slick between his fingers, and falling back into place as Minseok. Sehun didn’t find it odd that Minseok suddenly got so handsy with his hair, just leaning in when Minseok got the urge. It gleamed against his fingers, contrasted against his skin. If he’s stroked through it all he wanted, Sehun probably would have ended up bald.
It was probably telling that he probably would have thought Sehun looked good then too.
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Prompt: would you write a xiuhun blowjob? c:
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Sehun made so many noises, it was hard to be discreet. He made all this surprised, pleased noises, like he was trying to be the ultimate enjoyer of cock. Most of the time, Minseok didn’t mind the noises, and they actually turned him on, especially feeling Sehun moaning around him like he couldn’t get enough. But not that night, when they’d locked themselves into a friend’s spare bedroom after Sehun had brushed his hand against the front of Minseok’s pants one too many times. Sehun had been on his knees and had Minseok’s pants open almost before he could brace himself. And he’d bit his lip, groaning as Sehun gripped his ass and started sucking.
He hadn’t been able to get off that way with a couple of previous boyfriends, but not Sehun. If Sehun had been so inclined Minseok was sure he could’ve sucked out his soul or at least a few vital organs. Forget Sehun being quiet, he was having a hard time holding back himself, his breaths coming short as Sehun’s lips pulled against him.
“Sehun, please,” Minseok whispered, and his knees almost buckled as Sehun intensity almost doubled, sucking, swallowing around him, demanding with his tongue.
Sehun moaned for him as Minseok came, pulling back far enough so that he could swallow noisily, making Minseok feel like he was filling Sehun’s mouth with come.
He could just barely see how wet Sehun’s lips were, when Sehun pulled away, tucking Minseok back into his pants.
“Gonna go get a drink so I don’t walk around smelling like come,” Sehun said, brushing his lips against Minseok’s and slipping back out the door. Minseok stayed a couple of minutes longer, waiting for the throbbing to subside, and for his mental images to subside as well.
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Prompt: Minseok going down on his girlfriend Sehee for the first time please~
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Minseok was irresistible when he wanted into her panties. He’d teased them off of her once, holding her as she panted on his lap from the effort of his fingers. He hadn’t even asked for anything in return, though he’d stayed and kissed her for another half hour. But the third time he managed it-
Sehee’s bra was somewhere behind the couch, her underwear somewhere just beyond the door. She tried to work at the back hook her skirt, trying to lift her hips up and remember how to move as Minseok sucked on her nipples.
“Mi-Minseok,” she moaned, trying to get purchase on the bed with her heels.
Minseok lifted his head and kissed her, his hand running up one of her thighs and she just melted like a candle, her legs flopping wide and breath coming hard as he backed down his bed. She wasn’t working to get her skirt off any more, but she yanked up on it so she could see everything. The way Minseok’s lips slid against her thighs, the way he rubbed gently against her with his fingers, and then filled her with them. They slid in and out, slow, gentle, and Sehee squeezed around them until Minseok looked up at her, panting. She knew what he thought, what he was imagining, and she was imagining it, too. He kissed against her like he was settling in to get friendly, and Sehee’s hips lifted involuntarily.
“I’ll take care of you,” Minseok promised.
And Sehee watched through blurring eyes, the slide of his lips, the titling of his head, the swirl of his tongue. He bared her, all of her, sucking, soft, nudging, moving his fingers when he remembered to, sliding in a third as Sehee’s head thrashed back and forth on the blanket. She was so close, so close, so ready, the tension was unbearable and he teased her, making her clutch, gasp, racing to the edge and waiting.
“Please,” Sehee sobbed, fingers pulling so hard on the cloth of her skirt like she could compel him, her thighs trembling wider. She couldn’t even watch any more, just feeling, inhaling like it would be the last time she could, trying to press up against him. She squeezed tight, tighter, around his fingers, her eyes widening, unseeing. And her whole body jerked, again, again, flexing, keening as she came, throbbing against his tongue as the pleasure started to let her go only to make her shudder and jerk again.
“Oh,” she panted, as he kissed against her again and looked up to see the damaged he’d caused, the woman all sweaty and wrung out he had sprawled for him. He had the audacity to grin, and she couldn’t even lift a hand to smack him for it.
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Prompt: het!xiuhun sequel where minseok is at the receiving end please~
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Minseok tried to be polite, Sehun knew that. She’d gotten him all worked up, writhing in his lap, opening up her shirt and letting him play with her breasts until he was almost trying to fuck her through their clothes. She liked that desperation on him, liked when she moved that he strained against the hand she pressed over his cock. And Sehun definitely liked the moan as she knelt down and Minseok realized what she wanted. She just liked Minseok’s cock. She liked it inside of her, liked it in her hand, liked wrapping her lips around it and feeling Minseok get hard for her. She liked it too when Minseok was already hard, already almost dripping, swollen and thick and just waiting for her to wrap her lips around.
He choked her sometimes without meaning to, moaning, his hips shifting of their own volition. But even then she didn’t mind so much, because she was the one causing that reaction, and he was panting for her, his thighs straining under her hands. It made her ache to hear him, to feel him desperate for her. He squeezed at her head, moaning, and she knew he was close, moving quicker, sealing her lips, urging with her tongue until he jolted, his whole body tightening as he tried to keep still. He came for her, moaning for her as she swallowed in counterpoint.
It was hard to keep from smirking when Sehun looked up, seeing how destroyed he was. And he caught her look and her amusement.
“Just wait until I can move,” he promised.
Oh, she would.
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Prompt: xiuhun ; mpreg with sehun riding minseok
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“What do you want?” Minseok asked, breathless as Sehun rocked his hips and kept Minseok as deep in him as he could. Minseok’s mouth was dark from an hour of sporadic kisses and touches, and Sehun had been aching - aching, until he finally got what he wanted. They weren’t going to stop then. Minseok couldn’t tease him any more with fingers sliding inside of him, or kisses against his neck as they rubbed together. He rode Minseok until his thighs were near to giving up, moaning, trying to move into Minseok’s stroking hand.
“I want you,” Sehun said, drawing in a shuddering breath and feeling Minseok throb, too. “I want you to come in me. I want you to keep coming until we’re sure-“
Minseok groaned, his hips trying to lift as Sehun ground down against him, and Sehun gasped out a laugh and a moan mixed, because yes. Minseok wanted that, too. Minseok wanted to give him everything. He almost sobbed, feeling right on the edge as he began to ride again, sliding into Minseok’s stroking fingers, filling himself with Minseok over and over as Minseok began to tense under him, going so still aside from his desperately working hips.
“Sehun!”
Sehun settled and felt Minseok coming, the twitch of his legs, the throbbing inside of him. He fumbled, gripping around Minseok’s hand and forcing him to stroke until Sehun was coming around him, coming with him, drawing in everything so that there would be a different type of joining, one that would happen inside of him.
He slept, Minseok draped over his back and deeply asleep, and knew they couldn’t have failed.
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Prompt: Minseok's growing boner shows through his wet swimshorts for Sehun to see. :x
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Depending on the cloth, when it got wet, sometimes things just molded to skin and gave more than a little hint of what was going on underneath of it. Sehun had maybe admired Minseok that way in the past before, before Minseok had plucked at the cloth and all was decent again. It just gave him a mental picture that he liked, that was all. Whether they were doing laps, or playing games in the pool, it didn’t matter. Most of the time they weren’t alone, and an eyeful of Minseok wasn’t what anyone had come for, with the exception of himself. Watching water drip down Minseok’s chest and belly was almost too much.
But they were alone that day, playing some modified version of keepaway that included races and struggles and writhing around trying to get the floating ball back. He could hardly breathe he was laughing too hard, breath short from exertion, and he floundered out of the pool to go get the ball from where Minseok had batted it as they’d struggled up against the side of the pool.
“Truce,” Minseok gasped, and Sehun agreed, ducking his head to rub at his hair so that he could watch Minseok pull himself up out of the water without being obvious. But as the water rushed down over Minseok’s hips, Sehun’s breath caught. Not even the weight of the wet fabric could hide that Minseok was starting to get hard, his body struggling to rise as the fabric tried to show everything.
Sehun flushed, having to waddle to the pool chairs with the ball held very strategically as his mind replayed Minseok emerging from the water, showing him too much and not enough. Minseok sat with his towel draped over his lap, and Sehun wadded his own up, breathing as he stared at the sparkling water. Minseok was right beside him, maybe hard or getting harder, throbbing against the cloth. He’d gotten hard while they were playing, and Sehun admitted he had too before, but Minseok hadn’t bothered to hide it.
Minseok’s knees pulled up and Sehun almost whimpered, wriggling in his chair. He could imagine Minseok gasping, tugging on Sehun’s wet hair as he crawled between Minseok’s thighs and put his mouth all over him. Or in the showers, or on a bed. Anywhere Minseok wanted him. He tried to telegraph that between their chairs, while he filed away information for when he was alone.
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Prompt: Sehun teasing his tiny boyfriend about his height and Minseok getting annoyed and depriving him of kisses.
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“Can you reach it?” Sehun asked, leaning back against the counter and just waiting for what he knew was coming: Minseok swiveling his head and glaring.
“Can I reach it?” Minseok asked, as though Sehun had accused him of something heinous.
“Yeah. You know, it’s up kind of…high.”
Sehun chirped, wincing away as Minseok started toward him.
“How high?” Minseok asked, challenging Sehun on his assertion and pushing against his hip.
Also challenging him to see Sehun would dare to take it to the next level.
“Higher than you can reach,” Sehun said, laughing as Minseok shook him, trying to reach out and get Minseok in a hug and being denied as Minseok moved away and got down what he’d been looking for without any assistance.
“Minseok,” Sehun said, shuffling up beside him. Minseok usually couldn’t resist the puppy eyes, but Minseok glanced at him and went back to opening the box. “Minseok.”
He rubbed his head on Minseok’s shoulder, pressing kisses against Minseok’s cheek and still Minseok was ignoring him, organizing things on the counter. He would have moved away if Sehun hadn’t had his arms so firmly around him. Minseok patted Sehun’s head, which was enough for Sehun to let him go, but Sehun still trailed around after Minseok, waiting for his kisses. He wasn’t really a brat. He just wanted love! And teasing.
Of course, with Minseok in his lap, Minseok got to be taller. He wouldn’t have turned way Minseok’s kisses for anything.
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Prompt: Xiuhun: "Sehun: I mean we don’t talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex" with sehun determined to get his sweater back
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It wasn’t that they didn’t talk because Sehun didn’t want to. It was more that Sehun didn’t know how to, feeling the urge to noodle to another group of talking people if he got too near to Minseok or maybe to another room, and definitely averting his eyes. Though that was hard if Minseok was wearing Those Pants or the shirts that showed off his arms, or-
Minseok had been wearing one of those shirts that night, when he’d had Sehun all dissolving underneath of him, and he didn’t know how to go from having his brain on pleasure-induced joy to being a normal speaking human being.
So he skulked around and did his best to not be obvious, and then Minseok pulled out what was perhaps the worst thing ever. He showed up in a sweater that Sehun had been looking for for weeks, his favorite, soft and a bit oversized even on him which meant that Minseok sort of swam in it. It should’ve looked ridiculous but the red complimented Minseok’s skin and made him look all cuddly, and Sehun had been /betrayed/.
Every time Minseok wore it out, Sehun became more affronted, like Minseok was taunting him. Sehun sort of circled like a vulture waiting to pounce, but Minseok didn’t ever take it off. All of his friends looked at him like he’d lost the plot if he asked them about the sweater, and Sehun made Plans. At a party, he turned up the heat when no one was looking, and still Minseok stayed swaddled in the sweater.
It just made the party a bit more smelly was all.
Minseok didn’t have a roommate he could bribe to steal it back for him.
Eventually his indignant reaction reached the point of no return, and he did the unthinkable: talking to Minseok directly.
“That’s my sweater.”
“Oh, you noticed?” Minseok asked.
Brazen! Too bold! Minseok’s eyes meeting his like he was the one to blame!
Sehun’s brain shorted.
“I- Yes? Right away, because it’s mine! I- You- You took it.”
“It smelled like you,” Minseok said.
Sehun’s mouth opened. Then it closed. In between that, his face flamed.
“I hoped you’d talk to me without me showing it off. But if you want, you can have it back.”
“I didn’t know how,” Sehun mumbled. But he accepted back the sweater and got assaulted by Minseok’s arms. “Thanks.”
Minseok stroked along his back, leaving him to lift his sweater and inhale into it.
It smelled like Minseok. Sehun’s head hung in defeat. When he got home, he put the sweater on, feeling the universe judge him. He slipped his hands into the pockets, and pulled out a paper. He read it. He read it again.
“Call me - Minseok.”
A phone number.
He held the paper and laughed into the sweater’s collar. He had a second reason for being glad he’d been bold.
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Prompt: MInseok telling Sehun he's pregnant with twins as a joke just to see his reaction. Days later he finds out he's actually pregnant but with triplets.
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Sehun had the best faces. And Minseok had a suspicion, of what his body was telling him. They’d been open to the possibility and quite enthusiastic about it all as well.
“You know how we were talking about babies,” Minseok said, getting himself in place so that he could see Sehun’s reaction clearly.
“Yes?” Sehun asked, watching as Minseok lifted both of Sehun’s hands to press there against his stomach.
“Congratulations, it’s twins!”
Sehun’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open, stammering something that didn’t sound like a language.
“Wh-wh-wh- really?”
Minseok poured himself into Sehun’s lap, unable to say yes, and laughing as he kissed Sehun who was still frozen in shock.
“I think there might be…one at least. I don’t know if there are two. I just kind of have a feeling.”
“Wow. But one even!”
Exactly. It was reason to celebrate right there on the couch, and Sehun got him back for his joke by tickling him mercilessly after.
His hunch that he was pregnant turned out to be correct, however, the joke turned out to be on him.
“Three heartbeats,” the doctor confirmed.
Minseok turned his head, looking up at Sehun.
“Three,” he said, pointing at his belly, as though Sehun hadn’t been standing right there listening.
“Three,” Sehun repeated. And then he had to pull up a chair, and Minseok agreed, glad he was already sitting down as the doctor, very politely, tried not to laugh at them. Sehun’s fingers squeezed around his though, and he squeezed back just as hard as they watched the fluttering little heartbeats.
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Prompt: HET!XIUHUN WITH SEHUN RIDING MINSEOK :D
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Minseok watched Sehun’s skirt ride up her thighs as she straddled him, pushing him back against the head board and mesmerizing him. He felt wet. Warmth. Her body closing around him as she sank down onto his cock and made little sounds as she took him deeper. Her hands were so tight on his shoulders and his own hands were useless. He just watched her and admired the peekaboo her bra was playing through her half open shirt, red against smooth skin and Sehun began to move, her hips rolling, moving him inside of her in increments. Sehun was moaning softly, her head tilting back and forth as she decided how to move, how to make him make her feel good. He didn’t have to do anything, just sit there and be hard for her. She was pleasing herself, and he was the instrument, and instead of making him insecure that he didn’t have a more active role, it turned him on, almost like she was letting him watch her masturbate.
That she was still mostly clothed only enhanced that feeling. He’d been half hard when they got to his place, all the way hard by the time he’d started on the buttons of her shirt and had her rubbing all up against him. But he couldn’t stand not touching any more as she rode his cock, the sounds of sex too much for him. He put his hands just above her knees, feeling the muscles of her thighs contract and relax, and she opened her eyes as though acknowledging he was there.
“Minseok,” she breathed on a moan, and Minseok nearly came right then. It was like she was trying to destroy him as she took out the clip holding her hair, tugging her shirt out of her skirt and reaching up the back of it and unclasping her bra. He was breathless, watching her breasts move with her until he couldn’t stand it, diving in and nosing aside her shirt. He took a nipple in his mouth and heard her squeal as she clutched around him. She held his head against her, rocking faster, and he heard her gasp as she came moments later, almost squirming in his lap, so wet, so tight. He lavished attention to her breasts, her breath coming short, and he kissed up to her neck, mouthing against her skin as she made short little sounds of effort as she tried to ride him to make him lose control.
“Sehun, Sehun,” he nearly chanted, going from trying to hold back, to his head bouncing back off of the headboard as she squeezed him and enveloped him. She gasped as his hips tried to lift sharply as he came, trying to get deeper in her, trying to give her everything. But she was in control again then, moving around him through it, soothing him down, kissing against his face as he panted.
“What did I do to deserve that?” Minseok asked.
“Well, it was a good dinner,” Sehun told him. He just rested his head on her shoulder and laughed.
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Prompt: Minseok letting Sehun watch him masturbate.
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Minseok didn’t strip down, and Sehun wasn’t sure if that was worse or not. His shirt was unzipped, yes, but that just made the cloth shift and gape as Minseok moved as he sat on the edge of the bed. His pants were open - it was almost like Sehun had walked in by accident to a very private moment. Sehun was sitting, hands balled on his thighs as Minseok rubbed his hands down his chest, his cock twitching at the touches. It was like it was begging Minseok for more, and Sehun was begging too, licking his lips and wanting to get on his knees. He almost whimpered at the slick sounds as Minseok squirted lube into one hand, rubbing his hands together. Minseok touched his cock delicately, wrapping fingers around it, getting himself slick. His thumb teased all over the head and Minseok moaned, his hips shifting on the mattress.
Sehun’s hips shifted in sympathy, his cock aching in the confines of his pants.
The way Minseok stroked his cock, it was almost like he was stroking at Sehun. The tug, the slide, squeezing, stroking. It got thicker, harder, as Minseok bit his lip and tried to fuck into his own hand. Sehun’s breath clicked in his throat as a droplet of pre-come slid down, catching on the edge of the sheet before it could get to the floor. Minseok just widened his thighs more, moaning, his head tilting, bracing himself with a closed fist on the mattress and stroking his cock faster.
Wet, slick, impossibly flushed. Minseok’s hand was so sure, and his moans were growing shorter as he stroked in desperate, punctuated motions.
“Oh, fuck,” Minseok groaned. “Fuck. Yes.”
Sehun pressed his thighs together at the frantic throbbing between his legs, almost gasping at the first shot of semen that fell between them on the floor. More, and more, Minseok orgasming for his stroking hand, desperate and gasping as his body tried to keep going and Sehun writhed with him until Minseok was still. Minseok was panting, his hand still on his cock, every inch of skin flushed and gleaming.
Sehun whimpered, relaxing. His pants were starting to soak through, having come just from watching.
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Prompt: that xiuhun masturbation was so hot :Q can i request more where sehun comes untouched again during sex?
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Sehun couldn’t answer the question of which position was his favorite. On his back? On his knees? Against the wall, or on a counter, or riding Minseok’s hips. As long as Minseok’s cock was in him he didn’t care, unless he was desperate to get off. He liked them all. He liked pulling up his legs and having Minseok have him, watching Minseok’s face as he looked almost high from sliding his cock into Sehun. There were times they joked and laughed, but sometimes Minseok was so serious, so needy, and Sehun was unable to move or look away. Minseok was filling him, licking his lips, moaning, stroking him so thoroughly inside that Sehun could hardly breathe.
Sehun whimpered, his cock throbbing as Minseok slid almost the whole length of his cock into him, over and over. It lit a fire in him that spread from the cock inside of him to his aching balls to his cock that was twitching and swaying from the bumping of Minseok’s hips into his.
Sehun moaned, almost reaching for his cock but not being able to, frozen, his vision blurred as pleasure wavered. His next moan was short and startled as come swelled onto his belly, legs shaking and almost shouting as Minseok’s cock filled him again and the orgasm wouldn’t let him go, keening as he came and spilled like he hadn’t come in a week.
Minseok held Sehun’s hips as he came in him. Sehun was panting and undone, but he watched every moment. He watched, too, as Minseok began to smile.
“Was this for me?” Minseok asked, touching Sehun’s stomach.
Always.
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Prompt: xiuhun waking up together after their first time
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Minseok woke to Sehun on his belly, in the middle of the bed and taking up most of the space there. He couldn’t even really be angry, since he was still all on the bed, and Sehun looked serene like that, one hand pulled up under his chin and his shoulders bare. Minseok tried to be nice, pulling up the blanket so that Sehun wasn’t cold, but Sehun inhaled sharply, exhaling slow, and one of his eyes opened.
He saw Minseok peering back at him, and whatever Minseok had been anticipating, the shy smile and Sehun’s head ducking down off of the pillow.
Sehun mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “good morning” and curled into him, putting his head on the pillow with Sehun’s hair ruffling with his breaths.
“Good morning. I woke up just before you did. Though at least before young got me squished right out of bed.”
Sehun’s head popped up, looking over Minseok and then craning back over his shoulder.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t sound sorry was the thing, as Minseok squinted at him.
“Is this where you tell me you wanted to be closer?”
That time Sehun’s face pressed against Minseok’s neck, and Minseok was liking the upgrade. They drifted like that for a while, making it an even better morning.
***
Prompt: Xiuhun watching porn together
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They passed the lube bottle between them as the men on screen started getting handsy as they kissed. The guy taking control was really drawing moans out of the man he had pinned, rubbing at the front of his underwear. Sehun wasn’t trying to rush, getting comfortable and stroking himself at all the visual interest. Not only on their large TV, but Minseok too who was stroking himself and getting harder by the minute.
“When are you going to swallow my cock like that?” Minseok asked, humming as things rapidly went from petting to stripping to the man in control stooping and sucking a hard cock into his mouth.
“When it’s smaller,” Sehun retorted. He had a delicate mouth. But he also didn’t want Minseok smaller, because he loved sucking him, and stroking him, and everything else.
They both moaned a little, watching the man who’d been sucked hard sit down and the other man straddle him. It was a face of ecstasy as the man sank down and filled himself with cock.
“Definitely not his first time,” Sehun chuckled.
“He can come ride me any time.”
Sehun kicked at Minseok lazily. “Not if I’m there first.”
Minseok twirled his cock, looking over at him. “Want to prove it?”
Sometimes they really did get off watching, or maybe giving each other a hand. But Sehun took Minseok easily, rocking in his lap, making him moan, making him forget about the men moaning on the screen behind him. When Minseok’s hips worked desperately, coming, it was for him. And seeing Minseok’s hand stroking him until he couldn’t stand it, Minseok flushed for him and moaning, was the best kind of porn.
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Prompt: xiuhun - drunken sex
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It was a matter of pride. Minseok had tried to keep pouring him drinks, but Sehun had done the same thing. They were trying to drink each other under the table, and it was either not working or working far too well.
“I think I could be horny,” Sehun said, looking down at his crotch like it would help him divine an answer.
Minseok pursed his lips. “I thought you said you always were for me.”
“Oh…Oh yeah.”
Hands unsteady at pouring were also not so smart at getting clothes undone. Most of the way was good enough. The important parts were free as they rolled around and rubbed their lips together.
“Where do I put it?” Sehun giggled, wriggling around between Minseok’s legs like it was his first time there instead of his- Minseok didn’t know but the number was big. Enormous.
It had Minseok sputtering, smacking at Sehun’s shoulders, and groaning as Sehun started to rub against him.
“Oh yes, there.”
It was sloppy, sliding around together. Sehun did his best to move, but it was more like they were trying to paddle down a river together. The bed shook under them, laughing, moaning. And Sehun slid right off, gasping and coming as Minseok turned against him. It let him get his hand wet enough to get off, too, and he sighed, lax.
“We’re so good at that,” Sehun muttered.
They were pros. They were the best. And they were totally fast asleep within a minute.
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Prompt: Xiuhun - planning a mutual friend’s wedding
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“I don’t want to call again,” Sehun said, and he was putting his foot down on it that time. He’d called the last half dozen times. Were there any flowers they didn’t like? Were they sure those were all the guests? Were they sure the dresses were settled, and the-
His head was spinning. Minseok had a spreadsheet, a checklist, a massive phone directory, and some kind of chart for seating.
“Not green. Any other color is fine. Bridesmaids are wearing black, and bride white, so… I guess anything goes? A nice color, is all I’m hearing,” Minseok said, resigned.
How to get two very busy people married when all they cared about was showing up and actually saying their vows. Sample bouquets would be made and approved, they had a simple but elegant cake. The groom just wanted a tuxedo, and something chocolate.
“Are we sure they’re going to actually show up the day of the wedding,” Sehun said, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling.
“If they don’t, we’re going to draw names and someone in the audience is getting married,” Minseok said.
It was more for the parents they were doing it anyway. A hasty, happy wedding for two people they loved. Sehun decided his cake would be chocolate, too. One day.
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Prompt: Unrequited xiuhun fic where xiumin is already committed to someone else. Pretty please ?
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It was some interesting kind of hell to wonder if he’d just shown up too late. By the first time he’d seen Minseok grin, Minseok had already started dating someone else. It had only been a few weeks, but it had just kept going. By the time that Sehun had maybe acknowledged his tiny burgeoning little crush that was destroying him from inside out, Minseok was skipping group outings to go on dates, and spending time on his phone texting messages.
It should’ve made Sehun give up, drop out, rationalize away his feelings and get himself to a better place. He liked Minseok’s boyfriend, the few times they’d met. He thought a little guiltily of them just mutually discovering they didn’t work, and Sehun-
He didn’t want to just be the guy who swept in after trying to be nice because he wanted something. That made him feel so conflicted. In a perfect world, Minseok would just look at him and tell him that Sehun was the person he’d been missing. He didn’t want Minseok to be unhappy or sad. He knew imagining that they’d met when Minseok had been single was a reality that never was going to happen.
He kept his thoughts to himself, and his feelings, but he imagined every once in a while, that one of those soft smiles at Minseok aimed at his phone was aimed at him.
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Prompt: Xiuhun - minseok getting horny in public
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Minseok always blamed him. Not in a bad way, but it was always something that Sehun had done. The way he walked, the way he licked his lips or bit them. Sometimes the way that Sehun’s hand rubbed against Minseok’s arm, or the way he leaned into him, the way he talked close, or laughed. Sometimes Sehun thought all he had to do was breathe.
Which was flattering. If that all happened when they were at home, when Minseok went from relaxed to on edge with his pants too tight and looking all interested in Sehun’s direction, it was easy to do something about it. They could roll around anywhere. Couch, bed. Minseok had cornered him in the shower, in the kitchen.
Out in public, though, there was only so much that they could do besides some hasty adjustments when no one was looking so that Minseok didn’t show off just how well situated he was. Minseok glared when Sehun giggled a little at him. Not like he liked Minseok’s pain, but it made Sehun glad it wasn’t him, and that it was all for him.
If they could have found a private place-
“Did you want to do some more shopping?” Sehun asked, utterly cheerful.
Or, from the way that Minseok pulled him along, he guessed going home was okay, too.
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Prompt: xiuhun ; striptease
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Sehun was frozen, his shirt open and pants straining as he sat with his legs parted. His mouth was open, too, watching as Minseok flicked open the buttons at his shirt cuffs, his body swaying as he began to pull it free of his waistband and giving Sehun just a little peek of skin. He tilted his head back, moaning a little as he tugged free his tie, rubbing his hands over his chest before reaching to undo the button at his throat.
Button by button, Minseon biting at his lip, stroking at the skin he bared. His nipples were aching against the sleeveless undershirt he had underneath as he worked the cloth off of one shoulder and then the other, letting it slide down his arms, and fall. And Sehun was still rapt. Minseok smirked and rubbed over his chest again, tugging the rest of his undershirt free from his waistband too, and drawing it slowly, deliberately over his head as he rocked his hips. Just like that, Sehun licking his lips as he stared at Minseok’s chest and made a sound as Minseok worked his belt open. The belt jangled down, and Minseok popped the button of his pants, pressing his hips out so that Sehun could see how he could barely lower it for how hard he was beneath his underwear.
Sehun gasped, his eyes glued on Minseok’s opened pants. It was then Minseok touched Sehun for the first time, leaning in and cupping between his legs and feeling Sehun throb. Minseok stroked briskly against the cloth as Sehun moaned and arched and his eyes widened. Minseok smiled as Sehun came in his pants, just for him.
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Prompt: Minseok-nuna letting Sehun touch/fondle her boobs.
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Oh, she didn’t meant to get caught staring. Normally Sehun had more tact than that, but Minseok had stripped off her jacket when Sehun wasn’t looking and there she was with Sehun struggling to lift her eyes from how Minseok’s tank top showed off how round…and full…
“Does it show off too much?” Minseok asked, trying to adjust her straps, and Sehun knew she’d really got caught then.
“Oh, no. No, you’re fine! I was just- You’re lucky.”
Sehun had breasts, too. They just weren’t quite so full or lovely, and she was blushing already.
“It’s hard to find shirts sometimes,” Minseok bemoaned. And Sehun didn’t realize she’d gone right back to admiring until Minseok asked, “Did you want to…?”
It was just supposed to be lighthearted, Minseok chuckling as she took Sehun’s hands and lifted them. Just something cute and normal, and not Sehun’s whole conscious expanding to feel her hands pressing against the softness of Minseok’s breasts. Not skin to skin, though she wondered about that. She just had to say something. The silence was deafening, but she didn’t have anything to say, just a lot of white noise in her head.
“Wow,” Sehun settled on, and her hands involuntarily squeezed, admiring everything. The feel, the shape. She wondered what-
Minseok leaned in, and Sehun would have yanked her hands away had Minseok’s not been right there, holding Sehun’s hands against her.
But when Sehun looked up to find out why, her eyelids closed right back down as Minseok’s lips pressed to hers. Oh. Oh. Minseok laughed, and Sehun felt it right through her hands, and she liked that very much, too.
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Prompt: Xiuhun babysitting baby jongdae and baby jongin
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Jongdae liked screaming. Every toy, every bottle, every diaper change, he was letting the universe know just what he thought about it. Though whether that was good or bad, it was sometimes hard to tell. Jongin startled and cried sometimes when that happened, but most of the time, both of them were pretty well behaved. For babies, anyway.
“I got the last dirty diaper,” Sehun said quickly, when suspicious sounds started emanating from the direction of Jongin’s diaper.
“That was not a poopy diaper!” Minseok said.
“We said we were trading off! We didn’t say how.”
Minseok was so going to get him back for that. Even if Minseok did what was best for Jongin, and emerged with what looked like a real stink bomb to put in the diaper container. Jongdae couldn’t have been deeper asleep, conked out in his little bassinett.
Jongin was all smiles and wiggly toes and coos when Sehun picked him up, though.
“Good job, buddy. You got rid of that yucky poo. Did Uncle Minseok do a good job? Yeah?”
“You look cute with him,” Minseok said.
Sehun had been expecting retaliation. But that compliment had him ducking his head and fighting a smile. Minseok had definitely gotten him back with that.
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Prompt: Minseok receiving a 'be naked when I get home' text from Sehun.
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Sehun was not incredibly explicit except for the part where he had instructed Minseok to be naked when he got home. The text was accompanied with several hungry looking faces, and Minseok wasn’t going to just text back to see, for instance, where he should be naked at, and how Sehun wanted him. Did he want Minseok naked and on his back, or naked and ready to ride, or naked and ready to fuck. There were so many options it was almost dizzying, and Minseok decided that in lieu of instruction, he would decide for himself. It was why he spent the next few minutes humming and sliding slick fingers into himself. Without regard to his knees, he planted himself not far inside the door, just out of view from the hall, occasionally fingering himself, keeping himself hard. He got down on his elbows, letting his hips sway invitingly.
And that was how Sehun found him, already slick, and ready, with a place there for Sehun to kneel as his bag was abandoned and all Sehun could do was moan as he got his pants open. Sehun took him right there in the entry, moaning as Sehun’s slick cock slid into him, those first few exploring thrusts before Sehun found his way and found his want. He got harder still inside of Minseok, and Minseok moaned, bracing himself against the floor, gurgling as Sehun’s fingers closed around him and his thrusts quickened to feel just how turned on that Minseok was.
Sehun’s pants rubbed against his skin, his belt jangling, breaths labored.
“Harder,” Minseok demanded, and Sehun tried, fucking with abandon until Minseok was shuddering and trying to thrust into Sehun’s hand, coming onto the floor, coming so quickly from being turned on even before Sehun got there. Sehun just draped helplessly over him when he came, groaning out his pleasure as he tried to keep hold of Minseok’s hips, like his body was deflating as a whole, and it nearly sent them sprawling flat.
“Hi,” Sehun said, greeting him sheepishly.
Minseok just hummed.
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Prompt: Sehun fingering fem!minseok under the table
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There were times getting a booth in the back was useful. No one minded if Sehun slipped into the same side as Minseok, and they were on best behavior until the waitress left their food. Sehun could have eaten, but he wasn’t starving. Not for that, not when Minseok was squirming beside him.
They traded a look and she didn’t have to be told, scooting forward, spreading her legs and getting closer to the table. Sehun had silky thigh to guide him as he got his hand under Minseok’s skirt. Finding only wet warmth waiting for him wasn’t a shock. He’d known she had no underwear on before they’d left.
All he did was rub a little at first, sliding his fingers against her, getting his fingers slick and feeling how welcoming she was. He watched her face as he did that, when she bit her lip, the little inhales, how her thigh flexed against his arm. Her moan was cut off against her knuckles as he began to press his fingers into her. Wet, urgently wet like she’d been waiting on that the whole way over.
She squeezed around him like a vice, and it was Sehun’s turn to make a sound, whispering to her, “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I don’t just come the second I get in you.”
Minseok hissed at him, and he grinned, sliding his fingers side by side inside of her as he used his opposite hand to take a few bites of food so they didn’t look totally suspicious. He held still, though, while she took a bite. Choking on food wasn’t sexy.
It sounded like she was really enjoying her food though, as he started to stroke her with his thumb. He knew they didn’t have hours, but he knew they didn’t need that long by how swollen her clit was, how eagerly she was shifting to meet him. She was desperate, straining for it, and he ignored the strain in his arm, rubbing as fast as he humanly could and feeling her inhales start to be tiny gasps as she went rigid and hardly able to stay upright. It had to be then, it had to be right then, and Minseok whimpered, convulsing around his fingers, twitching desperate against his thumb until she let out a shaking breath and finally turned her head to look at him. Sehun grinned at her, because yeah, he was the who’d just gotten her off. She had one last sound to make as he pulled his hand out from under her skirt, wiping down his fingers enough to where he could steal off to the bathroom unnoticed. They were half done with their food by the time someone came around to check on them.
But very satisfied.
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Prompt: pregnant sehun wanting minseok /now now now/, please? ♡
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“Please,” Sehun moaned, already on his back, his fingers sliding in and out of himself so urgently. Minseok couldn’t get out of his pants and get hard quick enough, though he hoped his desperation was going to help with his hips lifted and urgent. It wasn’t as though he could get more pregnant but he needed Minseok so much, felt so empty, so needy, so starved for touch, for pleasure. He could have come from the feeling of Minseok’s hands smoothing down his trembling thighs and they widened, desperate, licking his lips and watching as Minseok stroked his own cock and got himself ready. Sehun pulled his hand away and moaned his plea.
Even just the press of Minseok’s cock against him had his eyes closing in bliss, and so the stretch of him was almost more stimulation than he could stand.
“Yes, more,” Sehun gasped, trying to draw Minseok in with his legs. Minseok was trying to be slow, trying to be gentle, but Sehun cried out in amazement as he came a little against his rounding belly the first time that Minseok pulled back and slid in further. “Ohhh, yes!”
Minseok was looking at him in awe, watching his mate arch his neck and moan in delight as he pulsed and came untouched, squeezing around Minseok’s cock and desperate to be filled, for Minseok to stroke him from within, to love him, and- Minseok never sped up, just thrust into him steadily, watching Sehun shudder in delight, gasping, moaning, grasping at the sheet, at the pillows. Sehun let out one last long moan and begged, “I want to see you come.”
He was desperate by then, his cock throbbing, but he didn’t want to hurt Sehun, either. He pulled out, jerking his cock quickly, and added his come on Sehun’s body. Sehun was almost quivering from sustained pleasure, and Minseok rested against him, kissing against him, until he felt strong enough so shower.
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Prompt: xiuhun sending dirty texts to eachother
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Neither of them had texts showing up on the lock screen any more. No, a near-parental miss had that being axed immediately. Then, there was the danger of leaving their phone at work, or losing it somehow. It was bad enough when they were the ones glancing, sometimes at rather inopportune moments.
Sehun had once texted that he wanted to swallow Minseok’s cock just as Minseok was taking a drink, and he’d hacked and sputtered embarrassingly in the middle of a work meeting.
Swallowed the wrong way indeed.
It wasn’t like they tried to catch each other at the worst moments. Sometimes a thought would fly by and Minseok was gloating at his desk as he tapped out, “I’m going to finger you so well when I get home,” and getting back emojis that seemed to indicate Sehun’s imminent expiration.
“I was in the store,” Sehun told him, all nicely wrung out after Minseok made good on his promise. “I was buying cereal.”
Sehun swatted at him when he laughed.
They sent other texts too, sweet ones, reminders, questions. But with the dirty ones sprinkled in, it was always an adventure.
Then of course there were the unfair ones, like Sehun texting, “Jerking off and thinking of you” while Minseok was working. But even if it caused him temporary pain, he definitely wanted to know.
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