[Fic] Super Junior prompts
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coley_merrinTitle: Super Junior prompts
Pairing: Qmi, Blohyuk, Henhae, Sungmin/Sunny
Rating: R
Warning for: Some prompts might have sexual situations
Summary: These are the last round of requests, not the current one. Finally putting these up. ^^ See individual prompts for info~
Also see this post for an additional animal!verse qmi prompt.
Prompt: cute, fluffy QMi thing where Zhou Mi finds it really hard to stop kissing Kyuhyun at all times of the day
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Outward signs of affection was not supposed to be something given as a reward or a punishment. It was just supposed to be. Zhou Mi felt after twenty six years of life, that he knew pretty well how he liked to be touched and how much, and how often. Most of those figures added up pretty high, really. Which was why he thought that he was lucky he’d found a man to date who also enjoyed cuddling, and jabbing Zhou Mi in the ribs during movies, and long, slow lovemaking.
Kyuhyun also enjoyed kissing, which was why Zhou Mi found his reaction so puzzling.
Because he just had one of those feelings he got sometimes, when he stared at Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi wanted to kiss him. His lips, which when they were relaxed were full and could pout with ease, or when they pulled into a smile. The curve of his chin, or his cheekbones, or his straight nose. Or sometimes when Kyuhyun’s hair was going a bit shaggy and his earlobe peeked through. Though Zhou Mi usually tweaked it with his fingers and not his mouth. Though, sometimes. Usually Kyuhyun minded his mouth being there less. Though, when that happened they were usually naked or on the way there, so Zhou Mi got that.
But when he got into the habit of pressing soft kisses to Kyuhyun’s cheeks, or tilting up his chin in the kitchen to nuzzle Kyuhyun’s bottom lip, or when Kyuhyun’s eyes crossed when Zhou Mi went in for a kiss as Kyuhyun was gaming, Kyuhyun got a little…concerned. Zhou Mi thought everything was totally normal, of course. Kyuhyun was adorable, or rumbled, or grumpy, or hungry, or cuddly, and it looked like he needed a kiss. That, and Zhou Mi just had an urge to have his lips on Kyuhyun. It made him happy. Usually, it made Kyuhyun happy, too.
“Is today an anniversary I didn’t remember?” Kyuhyun asked, after Zhou Mi had cuddled and kissed him after he returned from the bathroom.
“No?” Zhou Mi said, looking at Kyuhyun strangely. “Not that I remember.”
“Huh. Okay.”
Zhou Mi didn’t really think about it much after that, curling into his pillow and dreaming nice dreams.
He woke Kyuhyun with a kiss, and ended breakfast with one, and when Kyuhyun grinned at him as he made a joke, Zhou Mi swooped in and nuzzled him.
He got a stare after a while. “It’s not either of our birthdays. Or a holiday.”
Zhou Mi blinked at him. “What?”
“Are you trying to apologize for something?”
That made Zhou Mi alarmed. “No? What are you talking about.”
“You’re just being really…kissy.”
The giggle started under his ribs and bubbled upwards. “It’s been a good week. And I like your mouth. That’s all. Do I need a reason to kiss you?”
He could almost see Kyuhyun relax. “No. I like your mouth, too.”
“Oh really?” Zhou Mi asked, leaning a little closer.
Kyuhyun understood, and kissed him.
***
Prompt: QMi: Kyuhyun refuses to watch Zhou Mi's drama because of the kissing scenes with Victoria.
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Kyuhyun knew it wasn’t real. In his defense, he just had to say that. And he’d seen a few episodes to begin with, just so that he could tell Zhou Mi he had. Plus it was cute to see Zhou Mi in his drama clothes and interacting with the cast, and being some kind of big shot. Those roles should’ve come pretty easily, since they were big shots in real life. That was modesty talking for him.
It was different, too, because it wasn’t just Zhou Mi and some random woman that Kyuhyun knew nothing about. It was Victoria, their junior. He could admit to having a tiny crush on her at one time, and he knew just how close she and Zhou Mi really were. As friends, of course. They were definitely not having threesomes. And Kyuhyun wasn’t really into sharing.
One time he’d read some article about how some actor’s wife dealt with him having to do sex scenes, and he’d replied that she didn’t watch. She didn’t want to see it. Imagining it was bad enough without images and wondering to back it up. Like the little questions of did they like acting like that, did it raise too many questions.
He figured it was a pretty good piece of advice. He loved Zhou Mi, and pretty much survived on letters and pictures that Zhou Mi sent back to get through Zhou Mi being gone that long. He’d been so happy that Zhou Mi had the opportunity.
He just didn’t want to have the image of Zhou Mi and Victoria kissing every time they were all together.
And he definitely didn’t want to think about it when he was kissing Zhou Mi.
“Did you like it?” Zhou Mi asked after the first couple of episodes aired, both his arms wrapped around Kyuhyun’s torso.
“I liked what I could understand. Your face looked good. You learned a lot.”
Zhou Mi hummed against his neck, all but wriggling from the praise.
“I can’t watch the rest. I can’t see you—“
“I’ll show you my favorite clips, okay? I want you to see me…” And Zhou Mi’s voice lowered as though someone would overhear. “Punch someone.”
Kyuhyun laughed and jumped up, forcing Zhou mi to catch his weight for a moment.
The best part about not wanting to see Zhou Mi kissing Victoria? Zhou Mi understood.
***
Prompt: qmi - mi trying to get kyu’s attention while he games. (head on top of kyu’s) end it at smut xDD..so like fluff smut >.> like focus on him trying to get his attention
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Zhou Mi’s chin rocked back and forth on top of Kyuhyun’s as he watched the screen. Little icons moving around, Kyuhyun’s fingers poised and directing. Kyuhyun was in charge of an empire, repelling enemies and…Zhou Mi didn’t know quite what else. Most of the time, unless Kyuhyun was in a really tense situation, he didn’t mind if Zhou Mi watched. He also didn’t mind if Zhou Mi went away after watching, which was why it tended to be a Silent Communing Time. They played against each other sometimes, but it was mostly because Kyuhyun liked to try and teach him in short bursts, and he also liked to beat him. Kyuhyun called him a masochist. He was. Just not in bed.
Zhou Mi squeezed his fingers on Kyuhyun’s shoulders. Just enough to massage Kyuhyun a bit but not disrupt him. There was an encouraging touch, Kyuhyun told him once, and there was a touch that made Kyuhyun play like his arms were bent backwards. Zhou Mi had learned to differentiate between those, to keep the peace, but also to remind Kyuhyun he existed.
He’d also learned to tell when Kyuhyun was nearing the end of one of his missions. Or… Kyuhyun could explain it better. He knew the way that Kyuhyun’s shoulder began relaxing, that he knew he had won. And that meant it was fair game, ha, for Zhou Mi to start persuading for a little together time. And that mean pressing soft kisses to Kyuhyun’s neck. Starting from the edge of his shirt, working up. He nuzzled Kyuhyun’s ear and watched the screen. He was good to go.
“I wonder what you think you’re doing?” Kyuhyun asked, turning his head and bumping into Zhou Mi’s nose.
“The bed is turned down, and I’m very warm,” Zhou Mi murmured. “If I could interest you in a…side quest.”
Kyuhyun was smiling. He could tell. “I’m glad you didn’t call it a mini-game.”
“Nothing mini about it.”
“I guess you’d better show me.”
The thing was, he wasn’t skilled in seduction. Most of his talents in the area had been in response to things he knew Kyuhyun liked. Like soft kisses pressed against his mouth, and Zhou Mi sliding his hands up inside his shirt. Zhou Mi had tried, at times, to extend his massage to Kyuhyun’s pants while Kyuhyun gamed. That had been out of bounds, with Kyuhyun nipping at his ear.
“I can’t game and bone at the same time. It’d be nice, but no,” Kyuhyun had told him.
Well, it wasn’t out of bounds after. A little inelegant but stepping on Kyuhyun’s too-long pajama pants got those out of the way.
“You played well,” Zhou Mi complimented. The way into a gamer’s pants was through his accomplishments.
“Could you even tell if I’d won?” Kyuhyun teased, and scraped Zhou Mi’s shirt over his head. Kyuhyun knew better, knew Zhou Mi could tell.
Kyuhyun pulled Zhou Mi on top of him, kissing him. Kyuhyun was a generous kisser, demanding, encouraging. His lips were perfect to suck on, to nibble, before returning to his mouth for more of Kyuhyun’s thick tongue to tease him. Kyuhyun was tactile, so tactile in bed, his hands running through Zhou Mi’s hair, over his back and sides. Squeezing Zhou Mi’s shoulders, and arms, and moaning for him as Zhou Mi’s free hand stroked them together. It put a stutter to their kisses, Kyuhyun grasping Zhou Mi’s face with both hands and making frazzled expressions at him.
“What do you want?” Zhou Mi asked, though his lips were being stretched side to side by Kyuhyun’s hands.
“You’ve been trying to get in my pants for an hour. I think you know.”
Zhou Mi shook his head free, squeezing Kyuhyun gently and making him hiss. “You’re not wearing any pants now.”
“I guess you succeeded! Time to get up.”
“No!” Zhou Mi laughed, pinning him down when he made to get up, and kissing him. “You’re already covered in lube. Think of the expense.”
Kyuhyun grumbled, but most of his grumbles were in the interest of getting Zhou Mi’s mouth back on his, and chasing down his tongue again.
At least until Kyuhyun pushed him back to sigh and tilt his head back. “Have I mentioned I love your hands?”
“You have,” Zhou Mi said, pleased, considering he’d just nudged and slid a finger in Kyuhyun. More for teasing than anything else. They both had different needs as lovers. Kyuhyun was ready from moment one. With enough lubrication, he was just as happy to have Zhou Mi get to it. Zhou Mi liked a little more coaxing than that. Luckily, Kyuhyun was a master coaxer and a tease at that.
And Zhou Mi loved Kyuhyun’s hands, too.
“Is this considered storming the castle?” he asked, as he tilted up Kyuhyun’s hips and began to fit them together.
“More like driving to a parking meter,” Kyuhyun said, grasping Zhou Mi’s hips and both bracing himself and tugging Zhou Mi in. “You just have to pay the fee.”
The last word was elongated as Zhou Mi moved his hips and firmly took his place. At Kyuhyun’s full invitation of course.
“Well played,” Kyuhyun wheezed.
Sometimes the element of surprise was nice.
But that didn’t mean it was game over. There was still so much seduction that could be done. Teasing Kyuhyun’s pale collarbones, and smiling as he gurgled. Tickling his armpit came at risk to them both, but usually had Kyuhyun grabbing Zhou Mi in a headlock - as long as his hips were still free.
The splay of Kyuhyun’s ribs, and reaching back to rough the hair up the wrong way on Kyuhyun’s calves. Kyuhyun, also, grasping at Zhou Mi’s hand and nibbling the heel of his palm, the edge of his wrist. He didn’t know when Kyuhyun realized his hands were that sensitive, but he exploited it, and it made his toes curl. Soft, lovely moans on Kyuhyun’s voice as they moved together, one of Kyuhyun’s legs braced, the other locked around him. It was pretty much how they were together. They could stand alone, but they supported each other.
And they kissed, and endless series of kisses and flirting with their eyes. Not much talk, more direction with touches little sounds. For a minute, Zhou Mi pleased him self, bracing himself and rocking quickly while filling both his hands with Kyuhyun’s ass. Once it had embarrassed Kyuhyun. He’d gotten teased for it. But with Zhou Mi, he flaunted it, owned it, wore jeans to show it off and drive Zhou Mi insane. Zhou Mi loved him for it.
But that took him too close, and he had to back off, breathing hard against Kyuhyun’s collarbone and meeting Kyuhyun’s hand on his stomach, so they could stroke Kyuhyun together. Kyuhyun had the better rhythm, but Zhou Mi chimed in with touches. He wished he could kiss Kyuhyun’s belly, kiss him everywhere at once. His thighs. Oh his thighs.
He came with Kyuhyun still stroking himself, keeping his lazy movement until he heard Kyuhyun gasp. By then, he was spent, and Kyuhyun was dazed and dreamy.
Kyuhyun cuddled him, and he was a winner.
***
Prompt: Set in Black Satin!verse
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There was something about going back into your former workplace, and getting picked on. Kyuhyun knew everyone had more or less liked him at Satin, and Zhou Mi certainly never complained of people being mean to him. Once in a while though, everyone got together before Satin opened for the day, having a late lunch together. It let them meet everyone’s significant others, get a sense of how everyone was doing. Those that were single were encouraged to bring friends or family, anyone who supported what they did. Even if they came alone, they weren’t left out. It was more of a family atmosphere than it was stuffy workplace. Plus, since most everyone was working after, they couldn’t get drunk. There was an even mix of men and women significant others, something that Kyuhyun had never been surprised at - no after Zhou Mi had politely sat him down and explained how it was. They accepted each other for who they were, not who they slept with, or how they dressed.
Every time they to together someone suggested Kyuhyun come back for a weekend, because the regulars missed him.
“That’d be too hard to arrange,” Kyuhyun protested. “Paperwork.”
“You’d donate your time, right? We’d take up a collection!”
Kyuhyun just laughed as Zhou Mi giggled into his shoulder.
“I’m keeping my Warrior Princess all to myself,” Zhou Mi told them, winking.
Of course, Zhou Mi winking was more comical than it was greasy, especially since he smiled hugely right after.
“Don’t be greedy, Zhou Mi. He belongs to all of, okay.”
People started filing out, some to other obligations or to get back to Satin to get ready. Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi were one of the last to leave, getting to where they’d left their shoes and coats at the entrance of the private room and getting ready to go.
Kyuhyun pulled his shoes out, setting them down, slipped his feet in without really looking, until Zhou Mi snickered.
“Look at what they’ve done to your shoes!”
Kyuhyun attempted to move his feet apart, only to find the laces were quite firmly knotted. “I can’t walk. They’ve tied my shoelaces together.”
“A knot! Those bastards,” Zhou Mi said cheerfully.
Kyuhyun shoved Zhou Mi’s shoulder, and used him to brace himself until he got the knots untangled.
“They’re just showing you you’re still part of the team,” Zhou Mi told him, kissing his cheek and leading him outside.
The nights Zhou Mi was gone to work, Kyuhyun missed him. But he got in return lazy weekend mornings in bed, and Zhou Mi kisses smiles on his face when all he wanted to do was frown and go back to sleep.
“I could come visit tonight,” Kyuhyun suggested. “I’d be your biggest fan.”
“I think management frowns on us making out with guests in the booths,” Zhou Mi laughed.
“But after, I’ll get to…undo all your buttons right?”
Zhou Mi stepped up close, smiling, kissing him gently. “Every single one of them.”
***
Prompt: detective qmi fic...or more like qmi as sherlock holmes and dr john watson. the case doesn't have to be too detailed as long as i get to see qmi as holmes and watson. smut is ok.
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Death wasn’t pretty. Zhou Mi knew that even before the cadavers in medical school. Funerals, mourning. But finding people newly dead wasn’t not the specter most people assumed it was. Sad, yes. But unless there was decomposition, it was almost a still-life display. He told himself that, because the alternative was to mourn more than he already did. And if he took that time, Kyuhyun was liable to end up in another country before Zhou Mi had his eyes opened.
That time, it was a woman. Pretty, and far too young to be dead. She was in bed, a gun tumbling from one nicely-manicured hand. An apparent suicide, had been the call. The apartment had been locked tight, and the woman alone.
Zhou Mi just waited, though, as Kyuhyun and his tilted head walked around the room. He didn’t touch anything, rarely needed to actually.
“It wasn’t a suicide,” Kyuhyun said, stopping short and staring at the woman’s dresser.
The gun was in the woman’s right hand. Zhou Mi waited for some pronouncement, like that meant she was left-handed because of the way her nails were painted, or the way her belongings were arranged, or something even more obscure and puzzling that Zhou Mi wouldn’t have considered if he’d been given a decade.
“How do you know that?” Zhou Mi asked, because if there was anything Kyuhyun liked, it was the give and take.
Zhou Mi thought it was a shame that there was no drumroll before some of Kyuhyun’s revelations, as he stepped up and looked as Kyuhyun moved aside the curtain.
A bullet hole, in the wall.
“She was shot through the wall?” Zhou Mi asked. “Then why is she holding a gun?”
Kyuhyun’s smile seemed to say, exactly.
***
They didn’t understand each other often. Zhou Mi tended to have more of a sense of place than Kyuhyun, which was probably why they hadn’t been steamrolled right out of the city. Kyuhyun cared, in his own way, but asking what they were having for dinner while still on the scene of a rather grisly dismemberment had been a little too much. A couple officers had barely made it out of the room, and even Zhou Mi had a bit of a moment.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi hissed, his handkerchief over his nose. “You should apologize. That was totally inconsiderate!”
Not everyone was able to control themselves like Kyuhyun could.
There were things he said at times to get Zhou Mi’s attention. And there were things he said when he just didn’t think. Which was ironic, because Zhou Mi sometimes thought he did enough thinking for the both of them. Zhou Mi stopped short of adulation, but he couldn’t contain his amazement at times. Kyuhyun wasn’t discovering answers to puzzles to show off to Zhou Mi, but Zhou Mi saw he got that extra bit pleased when Zhou Mi acknowledged his achievements. He wasn’t just there for Kyuhyun to bounce ideas off of. But there was that connection, when he wasn’t just trying to keep ahold of Kyuhyun’s coattails and not let him jet off on a subway alone on a whim, when he was happiest.
***
Kyuhyun didn’t understand Zhou Mi’s need to dress himself when they got a call. If it were up to Kyuhyun, he’d be fine with Zhou Mi flapping out the door in his bathrobe and pajamas if it got Kyuhyun there faster.
“It’s not professional,” Zhou Mi scolded, tugging on pants as Kyuhyun attempted to push him toward the door.
“They’re dead, why bother with what you look like?”
“I’m not dressing for the dead. I’m dressing for our colleagues. And myself. I’d be offended if I were them and someone showed up in pajamas to help.”
“You could go naked, and I wouldn’t be offended,” Kyuhyun said, unruffled.
“But would you be distracted?”
Kyuhyun stared at him. “No? We’d be at a crime scene, and I see you naked here all the time.”
Of course, Zhou Mi was slightly put out by that, considering.
“Maybe we should try that,” Kyuhyun mused. “If everyone else was distracted, I would have time to think.”
Zhou Mi buttoned his coat in the taxi with great emphasis.
***
“Jealousy is only useful if you need someone to guard your house, or hunt your food,” Kyuhyun said.
“I didn’t say I was jealous,” Zhou Mi protested. “I’m just saying I’d like to know that you’re not going to sleep with every other person on the street if they intrigue you.”
And all the air wheezed out of him as Kyuhyun sat on his stomach and pressed him into the bed.
“But I wouldn’t need to have sex with them, if I could come home and have sex with you.
It was said so matter-of-factly, as though that were obvious, and if Zhou Mi were the easiest choice - no wooing, no expectations. Less expectations, maybe. Unwise ones. Falling into bed together had, perhaps in retrospect, been a bad idea. He admired Kyuhyun, and certainly was turned on by him. They were two unattached, single men in their prime. Both of them had varying degrees of sexual attraction to other men, and they were attracted to each other. When Kyuhyun had put it like that, albeit with his hands all over Zhou Mi’s body, it had been hard to argue.
“You intrigue me,” Kyuhyun had murmured once, his hands cupping Zhou Mi’s face, and examining it like the most peculiar puzzle. There was both positive and negative in that. How a man like Zhou Mi could continue to survive without being run over by more cutthroat men. How Zhou Mi could hold on to his ideals. In truth, he expected very little from others. What he got made life seem a little brighter. Kyuhyun depended on him, in so many ways. Kyuhyun trusted in him also.
And as for how he survived, he had Kyuhyun beside him. Even if Zhou Mi was sometimes running to catch up.
***
Prompt: fluffy domestic blohyuk
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Hyukjae often woke to the sound of a pan being put on the stove, or a bowl being set on the table. The rich smell of steaming rice, or bubbling cereal, or sizzling bacon. He stumbled out in the shorts he’d slept in, scratching his stomach and feeling it rumble to life.
“Finally up, huh?” Daniel teased, and Hyukjae smiled, leaning into him.
“Best kind of wake-up call,” Hyukjae said.
“Are you happier to wake up to me? Or the food?”
Hyukjae hummed, turning to he could kiss Daniel. “Both.”
***
Weekends were full of other things, like sleeping in, and lounging. Also washing Daniel’s car. Daniel liked having help when he did that, and Hyukjae knew why.
On days warm enough it became an adventure, using the sponge and carefully rinsing off dirt.
Though Daniel seemed to think he was dirty too, at the rate he sprayed Hyukjae as well.
“Looks like those shorts a little tight there,” Daniel said.
“Only because they’re wet,” Hyukjae argued.
Not that Daniel minded as Hyukjae bent over to soap up his sponge again. Later, they’d put a nice coat of wax on it. But the tires were clean, the rims and hubcaps. He put a flourish on the license plate, making it sparkle and sputtered as spray off the back window caught him in the face.
“I shower with hot water.”
Daniel laughed from behind him, stalking him up to the side of the car and pressing him there.
“I’m hot and I’ve got water,” Daniel offered.
“That’s terrible.”
But what wasn’t terrible was the promise, Daniel’s hips pressed up against him, beginning hint of arousal making itself known.
“You want a real shower? Promise it’ll be…warmer.”
“Is he coming to play, too?” Hyukjae asked, wiggling back against him.
“What’s mine is yours.”
Hyukjae hummed. “Then I want— Eeee—“
Daniel stuck the nozzle in his shorts and flooded them with cold water.
Of course what he really needed after that was a hot shower - and Daniel.
***
They were lucky that they both mostly liked the same things to eat. They took turns manning the cart, usually depending on who was holding the phone with the grocery list. Daniel had a habit of driving the cart too close to Hyukjae’s heels, and Hyukjae tended to ram it into Daniel’s hip as he was considering stuff. Luckily neither of them had gone sprawling face down in the middle of the store, though they did get some weird looks for their traffic sounds that they made at each other.
Rice. Meat. No they didn’t throw it at each other, no concussions required. Packets of instant noodles, cereal, eggs. Vegetables, fruit, and haggling over what kind of desserts to get.
And of course, lots and lots of coffee.
He wasn’t sure what they looked like going through the store together. If they seemed like a couple of immature college students, or just immature adults in general. It was mostly why both of them refused to go shopping alone short of sickness or injure of each other, because it was more fun to go together. Also, it kept them from too many impulse buys.
There was nothing more terrifying than Daniel with the cart saying no very sternly. And in the next breath, threatening to run him over with the cart.
Plus there were two more hands to carry everything home. Because, they had to face it, as fun as it was to go together, they still waited as long as possible.
(Usually that day came when they had run out of laundry soap, because they could call in for food, but going out to wash their clothes was much less preferable.)
***
Daniel, of the two of them, was the better cook. But Hyukjae had a better sense of, how could he put it, cleanliness. It wasn’t that Daniel was a slob, exactly. Though they had set up very specific ways of dealing with it. Their bedroom was the neutral zone, where Hyukjae had full reign to organize and do whatever he wanted to keep it clean. Also, their bathroom aside from a cabinet for Daniel’s toiletries. He never had reason to go into that cabinet to see its organization, or into Daniel’s drawers. His only request was that dirty clothes go in the hamper, along with towels and whatever else needed washing.
In return, he didn’t mutter about Daniel’s table with its collection of papers, laptop, books and scattered pens. Daniel was an artist. His mind worked differently. Hyukjae told himself that a lot. Just because he didn’t like his things perfectly organized didn’t mean he was a lesser person, and Daniel aways put things nicer when they were having company.
He was also great in bed. Hyukjae left nothing unused in his mental blackmail. Plus, when they were snuggled together in front of the TV, it wasn’t like he could see it. It was behind him for a reason. One day, they were going to get a big enough place where Daniel could go wild in his own space, and Hyukjae could keep everything tidy because who knew when people showed up?
The one thing neither of them were keen on was dishes. Liking things clean and organized or not, there were some things that he just did not feel fell under his purview. He may possibly have offered Daniel the services of his mouth at various times, just to get out of his turn. Which, by contract they had both signed, was allowed in the bartering of household duties. Daniel had that page framed.
Hyukjae hadn’t know how well they’d do, living together. No one did, until they tried. But when he climbed into bed on cold nights to be greeted by a minty kiss and a shoulder to nuzzle, it was pretty awesome. He had a built-in advice-giver, heated body pillow, and Daniel responded to pouts.
Plus there was someone to press him into the mattress and kiss him senseless.
***
Prompt: thief and detective au for henhae
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The problem with the law was that sometimes things weren’t so black and white. There were people who were untouchable, crimes that were never prosecuted. Donghae’s badge read detective, but sometimes he thought he was just a facilitator. He kept the dangerous people off the street, did the best he could. He didn’t discriminate.
But there were mysteries.
“Why do you do it?”
“Because if I don’t, no one else will.”
“You’re not Robin Hood.”
“You think they deserve to keep things that aren’t theirs? I don’t take things, hurt people.”/
Donghae wondered how long it had been before he’d really understood Henry was the infamous thief he’d heard about growing up. It had been an obsession, just hearing about the cases. Maybe there’d been something the police, his own father had missed.
They’d gone to the same school, but their grades had been different so Donghae only had vague impressions of Henry. They’d met in college, Henry’s sophomore year. His first impression had been dimples, and a cute accent.
A few weeks later, he’d seen all of Henry’s skin there was to see.
Five years after that, Donghae his first shred of proof. Eight years, he knew.
“How do I rationalize that I’m living with a thief?”
“I take things from criminals. I give things back. If someone came in here, and took your laptop, I’d get it back for you.”
“All these years. You lied to me. The late nights. I never even thought— I never even thought you were cheating on me, much less…”
Henry pursed his lips. “I wanted you to know. I left hints. But I also didn’t want you to be tortured by it. Will you turn me in?”
“How could I? There’s no evidence. There’s the video I got a few years ago, but it could never be tied to you.”
“They could watch me harder. You could watch me.”
Donghae threw his head back against the couch. “You’d move out. You’d tell them we had a fight and I was trying to pin it on you. These burglaries and thefts started when you were back in middle school.”
“Some of them during the school day, too,” Henry said. “But I was pretty careful not to have those show up on my record.”
“And it’s been so long that no one would remember,” Donghae said. “Why did it have to be you?”
“You’ve seen the people after. You know how grateful they are. You’ve told me you wondered if it was best if he - I wasn’t caught at all. I’ve given every case I could that the police could help on. I knew you’d want that.”
“Helping strangers.”
“I don’t know them. But I know how much I love you. I know how much I’d want someone to help you, if you were in their place.”
“Damn it, Henry.”
Donghae pulled him closer. The man he’d fallen in love with, had lived with for years. Henry had kissed him the day he’d made detective, given him advice on his cases, and held him after horrible days. Henry had never pried, never tried to get information that Donghae could remember.
“Would you stop, if I asked you?”
Donghae kissed the tears from Henry’s face and almost squeezed the breath from him.
One day he’d ask Henry why he started, why he’d devoted so much of his life to helping people he didn’t know. But right then, he knew his choice.
“Maybe I can’t do much to help you, but no more lies,” Donghae said.
Henry’s breath shuddered out and he nodded. “No more lies.”
***
Prompt: Sungmin/Sunny
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The dark was for laughter, for whispers and secrets, gasps and soft moans. Though some weren’t always so soft.
Sunny could feel Sungmin settling beside her, a great deal of cool skin that warmed rapidly and warmed her.
“We’ll need another blanket soon.”
“I like this. Promotes closeness,” he teased.
He would.
They’d known each other just sixteen months when they were married. Sungmin had been her personal assistant, one of the best she’d had in her rise up the company ranks to vice president. She’d faced down a lot of board meetings with Sungmin handing her things, texting her updates. He’d been so professional. She’d learned that many people treated men and women differently. Some did it on an order of competence, as though women were in possession of so much less sense. Men and women had treated her as though she were different and less than her male peers. But not Sungmin, at least not to her face.
It had been the night of the annual mid-year office party, the second quarter well and truly behind them. The best part had been that all she’d had to do was show up, smile at a few people, mingle, and leave.
Sungmin had been chatting half the room away. His collar had been undone, his tie off. It was supposed to be comfortable, fun. Relaxing. It was something she shouldn’t have noticed, not like that. But telling herself she shouldn’t and trying not to pretend that she’d noticed for a while, from the way his slacks fit, to the way his hair curved at his ear.
Six months into working together, it had meant they were kissing on her office couch with the jumpy demeanor of children reaching for a cookie they knew they shouldn’t have.
No matter what happened, at the very least - Sunny knew she’d kissed him first. Leaving him wide-eyed by the door, only to chase her and make sure of what she’d done.
They’d had their first date three days later.
And they’d very nearly pinky-sworn that they’d keep any hint of it out of the office. It was a dangerous thing to do, but the way he looked at her…
When they were out, he didn’t treat her as his boss, but as a woman he wanted to impress. It became a struggle because she enjoyed having him near her at work, his competence. But it had been harder to hide, harder to resist indulging after work when they were alone. Six months of that hiding.
But it made her smile to remember the day he’d transferred within the company, a promotion really. Sungmin, with a small spray of flowers, locking her office door and celebrating the new freedom they had to be themselves.
They’d been resting on his suit jacket on the floor when Sungmin had lifted his head, grinning at her. “I can kiss you on the street now without worrying that someone will see us!”
And she’d laughed until she’d cried.
Though they’d been married three years. And it seemed at least twice a month if not more, they were locking her office door. They’d finally initiated the desk, her chair, the guest chairs, the bathroom. Always very careful of course, but when she ended up flushed with Sungmin against her, it was worth it.
He was still soft with her, not acting as though she was one of his buddies. But also different than he was with any other woman. He treated her, well. A little bit like he had when he’d worked for her, with a layer of respect and care. But there was a lot of love behind that, just like there was in the hand that curved at her waist. And as she arranged her head against his shoulder, she liked that very much.
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QMi animal!verse prompt
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Pairing: Qmi, Blohyuk, Henhae, Sungmin/Sunny
Rating: R
Warning for: Some prompts might have sexual situations
Summary: These are the last round of requests, not the current one. Finally putting these up. ^^ See individual prompts for info~
Also see this post for an additional animal!verse qmi prompt.
Prompt: cute, fluffy QMi thing where Zhou Mi finds it really hard to stop kissing Kyuhyun at all times of the day
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Outward signs of affection was not supposed to be something given as a reward or a punishment. It was just supposed to be. Zhou Mi felt after twenty six years of life, that he knew pretty well how he liked to be touched and how much, and how often. Most of those figures added up pretty high, really. Which was why he thought that he was lucky he’d found a man to date who also enjoyed cuddling, and jabbing Zhou Mi in the ribs during movies, and long, slow lovemaking.
Kyuhyun also enjoyed kissing, which was why Zhou Mi found his reaction so puzzling.
Because he just had one of those feelings he got sometimes, when he stared at Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi wanted to kiss him. His lips, which when they were relaxed were full and could pout with ease, or when they pulled into a smile. The curve of his chin, or his cheekbones, or his straight nose. Or sometimes when Kyuhyun’s hair was going a bit shaggy and his earlobe peeked through. Though Zhou Mi usually tweaked it with his fingers and not his mouth. Though, sometimes. Usually Kyuhyun minded his mouth being there less. Though, when that happened they were usually naked or on the way there, so Zhou Mi got that.
But when he got into the habit of pressing soft kisses to Kyuhyun’s cheeks, or tilting up his chin in the kitchen to nuzzle Kyuhyun’s bottom lip, or when Kyuhyun’s eyes crossed when Zhou Mi went in for a kiss as Kyuhyun was gaming, Kyuhyun got a little…concerned. Zhou Mi thought everything was totally normal, of course. Kyuhyun was adorable, or rumbled, or grumpy, or hungry, or cuddly, and it looked like he needed a kiss. That, and Zhou Mi just had an urge to have his lips on Kyuhyun. It made him happy. Usually, it made Kyuhyun happy, too.
“Is today an anniversary I didn’t remember?” Kyuhyun asked, after Zhou Mi had cuddled and kissed him after he returned from the bathroom.
“No?” Zhou Mi said, looking at Kyuhyun strangely. “Not that I remember.”
“Huh. Okay.”
Zhou Mi didn’t really think about it much after that, curling into his pillow and dreaming nice dreams.
He woke Kyuhyun with a kiss, and ended breakfast with one, and when Kyuhyun grinned at him as he made a joke, Zhou Mi swooped in and nuzzled him.
He got a stare after a while. “It’s not either of our birthdays. Or a holiday.”
Zhou Mi blinked at him. “What?”
“Are you trying to apologize for something?”
That made Zhou Mi alarmed. “No? What are you talking about.”
“You’re just being really…kissy.”
The giggle started under his ribs and bubbled upwards. “It’s been a good week. And I like your mouth. That’s all. Do I need a reason to kiss you?”
He could almost see Kyuhyun relax. “No. I like your mouth, too.”
“Oh really?” Zhou Mi asked, leaning a little closer.
Kyuhyun understood, and kissed him.
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Prompt: QMi: Kyuhyun refuses to watch Zhou Mi's drama because of the kissing scenes with Victoria.
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Kyuhyun knew it wasn’t real. In his defense, he just had to say that. And he’d seen a few episodes to begin with, just so that he could tell Zhou Mi he had. Plus it was cute to see Zhou Mi in his drama clothes and interacting with the cast, and being some kind of big shot. Those roles should’ve come pretty easily, since they were big shots in real life. That was modesty talking for him.
It was different, too, because it wasn’t just Zhou Mi and some random woman that Kyuhyun knew nothing about. It was Victoria, their junior. He could admit to having a tiny crush on her at one time, and he knew just how close she and Zhou Mi really were. As friends, of course. They were definitely not having threesomes. And Kyuhyun wasn’t really into sharing.
One time he’d read some article about how some actor’s wife dealt with him having to do sex scenes, and he’d replied that she didn’t watch. She didn’t want to see it. Imagining it was bad enough without images and wondering to back it up. Like the little questions of did they like acting like that, did it raise too many questions.
He figured it was a pretty good piece of advice. He loved Zhou Mi, and pretty much survived on letters and pictures that Zhou Mi sent back to get through Zhou Mi being gone that long. He’d been so happy that Zhou Mi had the opportunity.
He just didn’t want to have the image of Zhou Mi and Victoria kissing every time they were all together.
And he definitely didn’t want to think about it when he was kissing Zhou Mi.
“Did you like it?” Zhou Mi asked after the first couple of episodes aired, both his arms wrapped around Kyuhyun’s torso.
“I liked what I could understand. Your face looked good. You learned a lot.”
Zhou Mi hummed against his neck, all but wriggling from the praise.
“I can’t watch the rest. I can’t see you—“
“I’ll show you my favorite clips, okay? I want you to see me…” And Zhou Mi’s voice lowered as though someone would overhear. “Punch someone.”
Kyuhyun laughed and jumped up, forcing Zhou mi to catch his weight for a moment.
The best part about not wanting to see Zhou Mi kissing Victoria? Zhou Mi understood.
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Prompt: qmi - mi trying to get kyu’s attention while he games. (head on top of kyu’s) end it at smut xDD..so like fluff smut >.> like focus on him trying to get his attention
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Zhou Mi’s chin rocked back and forth on top of Kyuhyun’s as he watched the screen. Little icons moving around, Kyuhyun’s fingers poised and directing. Kyuhyun was in charge of an empire, repelling enemies and…Zhou Mi didn’t know quite what else. Most of the time, unless Kyuhyun was in a really tense situation, he didn’t mind if Zhou Mi watched. He also didn’t mind if Zhou Mi went away after watching, which was why it tended to be a Silent Communing Time. They played against each other sometimes, but it was mostly because Kyuhyun liked to try and teach him in short bursts, and he also liked to beat him. Kyuhyun called him a masochist. He was. Just not in bed.
Zhou Mi squeezed his fingers on Kyuhyun’s shoulders. Just enough to massage Kyuhyun a bit but not disrupt him. There was an encouraging touch, Kyuhyun told him once, and there was a touch that made Kyuhyun play like his arms were bent backwards. Zhou Mi had learned to differentiate between those, to keep the peace, but also to remind Kyuhyun he existed.
He’d also learned to tell when Kyuhyun was nearing the end of one of his missions. Or… Kyuhyun could explain it better. He knew the way that Kyuhyun’s shoulder began relaxing, that he knew he had won. And that meant it was fair game, ha, for Zhou Mi to start persuading for a little together time. And that mean pressing soft kisses to Kyuhyun’s neck. Starting from the edge of his shirt, working up. He nuzzled Kyuhyun’s ear and watched the screen. He was good to go.
“I wonder what you think you’re doing?” Kyuhyun asked, turning his head and bumping into Zhou Mi’s nose.
“The bed is turned down, and I’m very warm,” Zhou Mi murmured. “If I could interest you in a…side quest.”
Kyuhyun was smiling. He could tell. “I’m glad you didn’t call it a mini-game.”
“Nothing mini about it.”
“I guess you’d better show me.”
The thing was, he wasn’t skilled in seduction. Most of his talents in the area had been in response to things he knew Kyuhyun liked. Like soft kisses pressed against his mouth, and Zhou Mi sliding his hands up inside his shirt. Zhou Mi had tried, at times, to extend his massage to Kyuhyun’s pants while Kyuhyun gamed. That had been out of bounds, with Kyuhyun nipping at his ear.
“I can’t game and bone at the same time. It’d be nice, but no,” Kyuhyun had told him.
Well, it wasn’t out of bounds after. A little inelegant but stepping on Kyuhyun’s too-long pajama pants got those out of the way.
“You played well,” Zhou Mi complimented. The way into a gamer’s pants was through his accomplishments.
“Could you even tell if I’d won?” Kyuhyun teased, and scraped Zhou Mi’s shirt over his head. Kyuhyun knew better, knew Zhou Mi could tell.
Kyuhyun pulled Zhou Mi on top of him, kissing him. Kyuhyun was a generous kisser, demanding, encouraging. His lips were perfect to suck on, to nibble, before returning to his mouth for more of Kyuhyun’s thick tongue to tease him. Kyuhyun was tactile, so tactile in bed, his hands running through Zhou Mi’s hair, over his back and sides. Squeezing Zhou Mi’s shoulders, and arms, and moaning for him as Zhou Mi’s free hand stroked them together. It put a stutter to their kisses, Kyuhyun grasping Zhou Mi’s face with both hands and making frazzled expressions at him.
“What do you want?” Zhou Mi asked, though his lips were being stretched side to side by Kyuhyun’s hands.
“You’ve been trying to get in my pants for an hour. I think you know.”
Zhou Mi shook his head free, squeezing Kyuhyun gently and making him hiss. “You’re not wearing any pants now.”
“I guess you succeeded! Time to get up.”
“No!” Zhou Mi laughed, pinning him down when he made to get up, and kissing him. “You’re already covered in lube. Think of the expense.”
Kyuhyun grumbled, but most of his grumbles were in the interest of getting Zhou Mi’s mouth back on his, and chasing down his tongue again.
At least until Kyuhyun pushed him back to sigh and tilt his head back. “Have I mentioned I love your hands?”
“You have,” Zhou Mi said, pleased, considering he’d just nudged and slid a finger in Kyuhyun. More for teasing than anything else. They both had different needs as lovers. Kyuhyun was ready from moment one. With enough lubrication, he was just as happy to have Zhou Mi get to it. Zhou Mi liked a little more coaxing than that. Luckily, Kyuhyun was a master coaxer and a tease at that.
And Zhou Mi loved Kyuhyun’s hands, too.
“Is this considered storming the castle?” he asked, as he tilted up Kyuhyun’s hips and began to fit them together.
“More like driving to a parking meter,” Kyuhyun said, grasping Zhou Mi’s hips and both bracing himself and tugging Zhou Mi in. “You just have to pay the fee.”
The last word was elongated as Zhou Mi moved his hips and firmly took his place. At Kyuhyun’s full invitation of course.
“Well played,” Kyuhyun wheezed.
Sometimes the element of surprise was nice.
But that didn’t mean it was game over. There was still so much seduction that could be done. Teasing Kyuhyun’s pale collarbones, and smiling as he gurgled. Tickling his armpit came at risk to them both, but usually had Kyuhyun grabbing Zhou Mi in a headlock - as long as his hips were still free.
The splay of Kyuhyun’s ribs, and reaching back to rough the hair up the wrong way on Kyuhyun’s calves. Kyuhyun, also, grasping at Zhou Mi’s hand and nibbling the heel of his palm, the edge of his wrist. He didn’t know when Kyuhyun realized his hands were that sensitive, but he exploited it, and it made his toes curl. Soft, lovely moans on Kyuhyun’s voice as they moved together, one of Kyuhyun’s legs braced, the other locked around him. It was pretty much how they were together. They could stand alone, but they supported each other.
And they kissed, and endless series of kisses and flirting with their eyes. Not much talk, more direction with touches little sounds. For a minute, Zhou Mi pleased him self, bracing himself and rocking quickly while filling both his hands with Kyuhyun’s ass. Once it had embarrassed Kyuhyun. He’d gotten teased for it. But with Zhou Mi, he flaunted it, owned it, wore jeans to show it off and drive Zhou Mi insane. Zhou Mi loved him for it.
But that took him too close, and he had to back off, breathing hard against Kyuhyun’s collarbone and meeting Kyuhyun’s hand on his stomach, so they could stroke Kyuhyun together. Kyuhyun had the better rhythm, but Zhou Mi chimed in with touches. He wished he could kiss Kyuhyun’s belly, kiss him everywhere at once. His thighs. Oh his thighs.
He came with Kyuhyun still stroking himself, keeping his lazy movement until he heard Kyuhyun gasp. By then, he was spent, and Kyuhyun was dazed and dreamy.
Kyuhyun cuddled him, and he was a winner.
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Prompt: Set in Black Satin!verse
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There was something about going back into your former workplace, and getting picked on. Kyuhyun knew everyone had more or less liked him at Satin, and Zhou Mi certainly never complained of people being mean to him. Once in a while though, everyone got together before Satin opened for the day, having a late lunch together. It let them meet everyone’s significant others, get a sense of how everyone was doing. Those that were single were encouraged to bring friends or family, anyone who supported what they did. Even if they came alone, they weren’t left out. It was more of a family atmosphere than it was stuffy workplace. Plus, since most everyone was working after, they couldn’t get drunk. There was an even mix of men and women significant others, something that Kyuhyun had never been surprised at - no after Zhou Mi had politely sat him down and explained how it was. They accepted each other for who they were, not who they slept with, or how they dressed.
Every time they to together someone suggested Kyuhyun come back for a weekend, because the regulars missed him.
“That’d be too hard to arrange,” Kyuhyun protested. “Paperwork.”
“You’d donate your time, right? We’d take up a collection!”
Kyuhyun just laughed as Zhou Mi giggled into his shoulder.
“I’m keeping my Warrior Princess all to myself,” Zhou Mi told them, winking.
Of course, Zhou Mi winking was more comical than it was greasy, especially since he smiled hugely right after.
“Don’t be greedy, Zhou Mi. He belongs to all of, okay.”
People started filing out, some to other obligations or to get back to Satin to get ready. Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi were one of the last to leave, getting to where they’d left their shoes and coats at the entrance of the private room and getting ready to go.
Kyuhyun pulled his shoes out, setting them down, slipped his feet in without really looking, until Zhou Mi snickered.
“Look at what they’ve done to your shoes!”
Kyuhyun attempted to move his feet apart, only to find the laces were quite firmly knotted. “I can’t walk. They’ve tied my shoelaces together.”
“A knot! Those bastards,” Zhou Mi said cheerfully.
Kyuhyun shoved Zhou Mi’s shoulder, and used him to brace himself until he got the knots untangled.
“They’re just showing you you’re still part of the team,” Zhou Mi told him, kissing his cheek and leading him outside.
The nights Zhou Mi was gone to work, Kyuhyun missed him. But he got in return lazy weekend mornings in bed, and Zhou Mi kisses smiles on his face when all he wanted to do was frown and go back to sleep.
“I could come visit tonight,” Kyuhyun suggested. “I’d be your biggest fan.”
“I think management frowns on us making out with guests in the booths,” Zhou Mi laughed.
“But after, I’ll get to…undo all your buttons right?”
Zhou Mi stepped up close, smiling, kissing him gently. “Every single one of them.”
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Prompt: detective qmi fic...or more like qmi as sherlock holmes and dr john watson. the case doesn't have to be too detailed as long as i get to see qmi as holmes and watson. smut is ok.
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Death wasn’t pretty. Zhou Mi knew that even before the cadavers in medical school. Funerals, mourning. But finding people newly dead wasn’t not the specter most people assumed it was. Sad, yes. But unless there was decomposition, it was almost a still-life display. He told himself that, because the alternative was to mourn more than he already did. And if he took that time, Kyuhyun was liable to end up in another country before Zhou Mi had his eyes opened.
That time, it was a woman. Pretty, and far too young to be dead. She was in bed, a gun tumbling from one nicely-manicured hand. An apparent suicide, had been the call. The apartment had been locked tight, and the woman alone.
Zhou Mi just waited, though, as Kyuhyun and his tilted head walked around the room. He didn’t touch anything, rarely needed to actually.
“It wasn’t a suicide,” Kyuhyun said, stopping short and staring at the woman’s dresser.
The gun was in the woman’s right hand. Zhou Mi waited for some pronouncement, like that meant she was left-handed because of the way her nails were painted, or the way her belongings were arranged, or something even more obscure and puzzling that Zhou Mi wouldn’t have considered if he’d been given a decade.
“How do you know that?” Zhou Mi asked, because if there was anything Kyuhyun liked, it was the give and take.
Zhou Mi thought it was a shame that there was no drumroll before some of Kyuhyun’s revelations, as he stepped up and looked as Kyuhyun moved aside the curtain.
A bullet hole, in the wall.
“She was shot through the wall?” Zhou Mi asked. “Then why is she holding a gun?”
Kyuhyun’s smile seemed to say, exactly.
***
They didn’t understand each other often. Zhou Mi tended to have more of a sense of place than Kyuhyun, which was probably why they hadn’t been steamrolled right out of the city. Kyuhyun cared, in his own way, but asking what they were having for dinner while still on the scene of a rather grisly dismemberment had been a little too much. A couple officers had barely made it out of the room, and even Zhou Mi had a bit of a moment.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi hissed, his handkerchief over his nose. “You should apologize. That was totally inconsiderate!”
Not everyone was able to control themselves like Kyuhyun could.
There were things he said at times to get Zhou Mi’s attention. And there were things he said when he just didn’t think. Which was ironic, because Zhou Mi sometimes thought he did enough thinking for the both of them. Zhou Mi stopped short of adulation, but he couldn’t contain his amazement at times. Kyuhyun wasn’t discovering answers to puzzles to show off to Zhou Mi, but Zhou Mi saw he got that extra bit pleased when Zhou Mi acknowledged his achievements. He wasn’t just there for Kyuhyun to bounce ideas off of. But there was that connection, when he wasn’t just trying to keep ahold of Kyuhyun’s coattails and not let him jet off on a subway alone on a whim, when he was happiest.
***
Kyuhyun didn’t understand Zhou Mi’s need to dress himself when they got a call. If it were up to Kyuhyun, he’d be fine with Zhou Mi flapping out the door in his bathrobe and pajamas if it got Kyuhyun there faster.
“It’s not professional,” Zhou Mi scolded, tugging on pants as Kyuhyun attempted to push him toward the door.
“They’re dead, why bother with what you look like?”
“I’m not dressing for the dead. I’m dressing for our colleagues. And myself. I’d be offended if I were them and someone showed up in pajamas to help.”
“You could go naked, and I wouldn’t be offended,” Kyuhyun said, unruffled.
“But would you be distracted?”
Kyuhyun stared at him. “No? We’d be at a crime scene, and I see you naked here all the time.”
Of course, Zhou Mi was slightly put out by that, considering.
“Maybe we should try that,” Kyuhyun mused. “If everyone else was distracted, I would have time to think.”
Zhou Mi buttoned his coat in the taxi with great emphasis.
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“Jealousy is only useful if you need someone to guard your house, or hunt your food,” Kyuhyun said.
“I didn’t say I was jealous,” Zhou Mi protested. “I’m just saying I’d like to know that you’re not going to sleep with every other person on the street if they intrigue you.”
And all the air wheezed out of him as Kyuhyun sat on his stomach and pressed him into the bed.
“But I wouldn’t need to have sex with them, if I could come home and have sex with you.
It was said so matter-of-factly, as though that were obvious, and if Zhou Mi were the easiest choice - no wooing, no expectations. Less expectations, maybe. Unwise ones. Falling into bed together had, perhaps in retrospect, been a bad idea. He admired Kyuhyun, and certainly was turned on by him. They were two unattached, single men in their prime. Both of them had varying degrees of sexual attraction to other men, and they were attracted to each other. When Kyuhyun had put it like that, albeit with his hands all over Zhou Mi’s body, it had been hard to argue.
“You intrigue me,” Kyuhyun had murmured once, his hands cupping Zhou Mi’s face, and examining it like the most peculiar puzzle. There was both positive and negative in that. How a man like Zhou Mi could continue to survive without being run over by more cutthroat men. How Zhou Mi could hold on to his ideals. In truth, he expected very little from others. What he got made life seem a little brighter. Kyuhyun depended on him, in so many ways. Kyuhyun trusted in him also.
And as for how he survived, he had Kyuhyun beside him. Even if Zhou Mi was sometimes running to catch up.
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Prompt: fluffy domestic blohyuk
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Hyukjae often woke to the sound of a pan being put on the stove, or a bowl being set on the table. The rich smell of steaming rice, or bubbling cereal, or sizzling bacon. He stumbled out in the shorts he’d slept in, scratching his stomach and feeling it rumble to life.
“Finally up, huh?” Daniel teased, and Hyukjae smiled, leaning into him.
“Best kind of wake-up call,” Hyukjae said.
“Are you happier to wake up to me? Or the food?”
Hyukjae hummed, turning to he could kiss Daniel. “Both.”
***
Weekends were full of other things, like sleeping in, and lounging. Also washing Daniel’s car. Daniel liked having help when he did that, and Hyukjae knew why.
On days warm enough it became an adventure, using the sponge and carefully rinsing off dirt.
Though Daniel seemed to think he was dirty too, at the rate he sprayed Hyukjae as well.
“Looks like those shorts a little tight there,” Daniel said.
“Only because they’re wet,” Hyukjae argued.
Not that Daniel minded as Hyukjae bent over to soap up his sponge again. Later, they’d put a nice coat of wax on it. But the tires were clean, the rims and hubcaps. He put a flourish on the license plate, making it sparkle and sputtered as spray off the back window caught him in the face.
“I shower with hot water.”
Daniel laughed from behind him, stalking him up to the side of the car and pressing him there.
“I’m hot and I’ve got water,” Daniel offered.
“That’s terrible.”
But what wasn’t terrible was the promise, Daniel’s hips pressed up against him, beginning hint of arousal making itself known.
“You want a real shower? Promise it’ll be…warmer.”
“Is he coming to play, too?” Hyukjae asked, wiggling back against him.
“What’s mine is yours.”
Hyukjae hummed. “Then I want— Eeee—“
Daniel stuck the nozzle in his shorts and flooded them with cold water.
Of course what he really needed after that was a hot shower - and Daniel.
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They were lucky that they both mostly liked the same things to eat. They took turns manning the cart, usually depending on who was holding the phone with the grocery list. Daniel had a habit of driving the cart too close to Hyukjae’s heels, and Hyukjae tended to ram it into Daniel’s hip as he was considering stuff. Luckily neither of them had gone sprawling face down in the middle of the store, though they did get some weird looks for their traffic sounds that they made at each other.
Rice. Meat. No they didn’t throw it at each other, no concussions required. Packets of instant noodles, cereal, eggs. Vegetables, fruit, and haggling over what kind of desserts to get.
And of course, lots and lots of coffee.
He wasn’t sure what they looked like going through the store together. If they seemed like a couple of immature college students, or just immature adults in general. It was mostly why both of them refused to go shopping alone short of sickness or injure of each other, because it was more fun to go together. Also, it kept them from too many impulse buys.
There was nothing more terrifying than Daniel with the cart saying no very sternly. And in the next breath, threatening to run him over with the cart.
Plus there were two more hands to carry everything home. Because, they had to face it, as fun as it was to go together, they still waited as long as possible.
(Usually that day came when they had run out of laundry soap, because they could call in for food, but going out to wash their clothes was much less preferable.)
***
Daniel, of the two of them, was the better cook. But Hyukjae had a better sense of, how could he put it, cleanliness. It wasn’t that Daniel was a slob, exactly. Though they had set up very specific ways of dealing with it. Their bedroom was the neutral zone, where Hyukjae had full reign to organize and do whatever he wanted to keep it clean. Also, their bathroom aside from a cabinet for Daniel’s toiletries. He never had reason to go into that cabinet to see its organization, or into Daniel’s drawers. His only request was that dirty clothes go in the hamper, along with towels and whatever else needed washing.
In return, he didn’t mutter about Daniel’s table with its collection of papers, laptop, books and scattered pens. Daniel was an artist. His mind worked differently. Hyukjae told himself that a lot. Just because he didn’t like his things perfectly organized didn’t mean he was a lesser person, and Daniel aways put things nicer when they were having company.
He was also great in bed. Hyukjae left nothing unused in his mental blackmail. Plus, when they were snuggled together in front of the TV, it wasn’t like he could see it. It was behind him for a reason. One day, they were going to get a big enough place where Daniel could go wild in his own space, and Hyukjae could keep everything tidy because who knew when people showed up?
The one thing neither of them were keen on was dishes. Liking things clean and organized or not, there were some things that he just did not feel fell under his purview. He may possibly have offered Daniel the services of his mouth at various times, just to get out of his turn. Which, by contract they had both signed, was allowed in the bartering of household duties. Daniel had that page framed.
Hyukjae hadn’t know how well they’d do, living together. No one did, until they tried. But when he climbed into bed on cold nights to be greeted by a minty kiss and a shoulder to nuzzle, it was pretty awesome. He had a built-in advice-giver, heated body pillow, and Daniel responded to pouts.
Plus there was someone to press him into the mattress and kiss him senseless.
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Prompt: thief and detective au for henhae
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The problem with the law was that sometimes things weren’t so black and white. There were people who were untouchable, crimes that were never prosecuted. Donghae’s badge read detective, but sometimes he thought he was just a facilitator. He kept the dangerous people off the street, did the best he could. He didn’t discriminate.
But there were mysteries.
“Why do you do it?”
“Because if I don’t, no one else will.”
“You’re not Robin Hood.”
“You think they deserve to keep things that aren’t theirs? I don’t take things, hurt people.”/
Donghae wondered how long it had been before he’d really understood Henry was the infamous thief he’d heard about growing up. It had been an obsession, just hearing about the cases. Maybe there’d been something the police, his own father had missed.
They’d gone to the same school, but their grades had been different so Donghae only had vague impressions of Henry. They’d met in college, Henry’s sophomore year. His first impression had been dimples, and a cute accent.
A few weeks later, he’d seen all of Henry’s skin there was to see.
Five years after that, Donghae his first shred of proof. Eight years, he knew.
“How do I rationalize that I’m living with a thief?”
“I take things from criminals. I give things back. If someone came in here, and took your laptop, I’d get it back for you.”
“All these years. You lied to me. The late nights. I never even thought— I never even thought you were cheating on me, much less…”
Henry pursed his lips. “I wanted you to know. I left hints. But I also didn’t want you to be tortured by it. Will you turn me in?”
“How could I? There’s no evidence. There’s the video I got a few years ago, but it could never be tied to you.”
“They could watch me harder. You could watch me.”
Donghae threw his head back against the couch. “You’d move out. You’d tell them we had a fight and I was trying to pin it on you. These burglaries and thefts started when you were back in middle school.”
“Some of them during the school day, too,” Henry said. “But I was pretty careful not to have those show up on my record.”
“And it’s been so long that no one would remember,” Donghae said. “Why did it have to be you?”
“You’ve seen the people after. You know how grateful they are. You’ve told me you wondered if it was best if he - I wasn’t caught at all. I’ve given every case I could that the police could help on. I knew you’d want that.”
“Helping strangers.”
“I don’t know them. But I know how much I love you. I know how much I’d want someone to help you, if you were in their place.”
“Damn it, Henry.”
Donghae pulled him closer. The man he’d fallen in love with, had lived with for years. Henry had kissed him the day he’d made detective, given him advice on his cases, and held him after horrible days. Henry had never pried, never tried to get information that Donghae could remember.
“Would you stop, if I asked you?”
Donghae kissed the tears from Henry’s face and almost squeezed the breath from him.
One day he’d ask Henry why he started, why he’d devoted so much of his life to helping people he didn’t know. But right then, he knew his choice.
“Maybe I can’t do much to help you, but no more lies,” Donghae said.
Henry’s breath shuddered out and he nodded. “No more lies.”
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Prompt: Sungmin/Sunny
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The dark was for laughter, for whispers and secrets, gasps and soft moans. Though some weren’t always so soft.
Sunny could feel Sungmin settling beside her, a great deal of cool skin that warmed rapidly and warmed her.
“We’ll need another blanket soon.”
“I like this. Promotes closeness,” he teased.
He would.
They’d known each other just sixteen months when they were married. Sungmin had been her personal assistant, one of the best she’d had in her rise up the company ranks to vice president. She’d faced down a lot of board meetings with Sungmin handing her things, texting her updates. He’d been so professional. She’d learned that many people treated men and women differently. Some did it on an order of competence, as though women were in possession of so much less sense. Men and women had treated her as though she were different and less than her male peers. But not Sungmin, at least not to her face.
It had been the night of the annual mid-year office party, the second quarter well and truly behind them. The best part had been that all she’d had to do was show up, smile at a few people, mingle, and leave.
Sungmin had been chatting half the room away. His collar had been undone, his tie off. It was supposed to be comfortable, fun. Relaxing. It was something she shouldn’t have noticed, not like that. But telling herself she shouldn’t and trying not to pretend that she’d noticed for a while, from the way his slacks fit, to the way his hair curved at his ear.
Six months into working together, it had meant they were kissing on her office couch with the jumpy demeanor of children reaching for a cookie they knew they shouldn’t have.
No matter what happened, at the very least - Sunny knew she’d kissed him first. Leaving him wide-eyed by the door, only to chase her and make sure of what she’d done.
They’d had their first date three days later.
And they’d very nearly pinky-sworn that they’d keep any hint of it out of the office. It was a dangerous thing to do, but the way he looked at her…
When they were out, he didn’t treat her as his boss, but as a woman he wanted to impress. It became a struggle because she enjoyed having him near her at work, his competence. But it had been harder to hide, harder to resist indulging after work when they were alone. Six months of that hiding.
But it made her smile to remember the day he’d transferred within the company, a promotion really. Sungmin, with a small spray of flowers, locking her office door and celebrating the new freedom they had to be themselves.
They’d been resting on his suit jacket on the floor when Sungmin had lifted his head, grinning at her. “I can kiss you on the street now without worrying that someone will see us!”
And she’d laughed until she’d cried.
Though they’d been married three years. And it seemed at least twice a month if not more, they were locking her office door. They’d finally initiated the desk, her chair, the guest chairs, the bathroom. Always very careful of course, but when she ended up flushed with Sungmin against her, it was worth it.
He was still soft with her, not acting as though she was one of his buddies. But also different than he was with any other woman. He treated her, well. A little bit like he had when he’d worked for her, with a layer of respect and care. But there was a lot of love behind that, just like there was in the hand that curved at her waist. And as she arranged her head against his shoulder, she liked that very much.
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QMi animal!verse prompt
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