[Fic] The Year Turns - 4/4
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coley_merrinTitle: The Year Turns
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (plus some threesomes)
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: many
Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut
Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.
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Prompt: QMi..kyu see this http://ww4.sinaimg.cn/large/79ad9379jw1eazymktmdgj218g18gn61.jpg and get jealous all the way from korea haha
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“Did you have fun?”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Very much. I ate so much food. The taping was fun though. Tiring. I missed having you there to poke at.”
He could hear the snuffling little laugh Kyuhyun gave.
“Did you miss translating for me?”
“I miss whispering in your ear. Pretty ear. What are you most jealous of? I’m here without you, or I’m here with someone else?”
The way Kyuhyun was utterly silent for a moment told Zhou Mi he’d spotted Kyuhyun correctly, as did the groan a few seconds later like he wished Zhou Mi wasn’t perceptive.
“Can I say I’m jealous because I want to know what happens on the show?”
Zhou Mi didn’t even try and hold back his laughter. “Only if you want me to laugh some more.”
“It’s not like I think you’re going to do anything,” Kyuhyun almost mumbled.
“Why is it different here than when I’m there?” Zhou Mi wondered aloud. Kyuhyun was a pretty secure person, and Zhou Mi went out a lot with his friends without Kyuhyun ever saying anything or acting differently. They were able to live their own lives without being in each other’s pockets. Except when they wanted to be.
“Distance? Because I miss you?”
It had been two days. Still, Zhou Mi pressed kisses to the phone until Kyuhyun was cackling at him. It made him feel pretty good, actually. There were times it could be dangerous, but right then Kyuhyun was telling him quite a few different things about his feelings. He never wanted to stop sharing those between them.
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Prompt: QMi.. kyu has this habit of always wanting to kiss zhou mi
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It was good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night. It was have a nice lunch, or trip or welcome home. It was because Zhou Mi smiled, or Zhou Mi said something cute, or because Zhou Mi curled close enough for Kyuhyun to reach.
Maybe it was the way that Zhou Mi kissed him back, nuzzling in, letting Kyuhyun kiss him and sometimes sputtering with laughter against Kyuhyun lips. He had that pretty expression when Kyuhyun was hovering over him, his eyes a bit uneven as he smiled, mouth slowly pursing up and asking Kyuhyun to get just a little closer.
Sometimes all he needed was the warm press of Zhou Mi’s mouth, and sometimes he wanted more. Because Zhou Mi kissed him, sweet, cupping Kyuhyun’s jaw and pulling him in. All he could feel were Zhou Mi’s fingers, the way Zhou Mi’s lip nudged his apart. Those were the kisses that could stretch on and on, where they went from standing, to sitting, sometimes even horizontal.
“What’s the cutest thing about Kyuhyun” people asked Zhou Mi.
Sometimes Zhou Mi pulled out something random, like the way he squeaked when Zhou Mi tickled him.
“He really likes to kiss,” Zhou Mi said
And it was true, he felt a closeness to be able to peck his family hello.
But kissing Zhou Mi, that was special and for them alone.
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Prompt: Last QMi pic from SS5 Macau. They're whispering silly things in each other's ear then Zhou Mi looks at Kyuhyun's lips and he'd like so much to cover Kyuhyun's mouth with his but they're on stage where real skinship is off-limit /o\
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Sometimes he wondered how it was possible, how he held back when Kyuhyun was right there against him. Kyuhyun’s arm pulled him in, his whole focus on Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi’s words. He couldn’t help but be distracted as Kyuhyun spoke, the movement of his mouth right there, right there, so that with his arm behind Kyuhyun all he would have had to do was close such a small distance.
If he tried and Kyuhyun shied away, fans would laugh. Some would grumble. If Kyuhyun didn’t—
That would be its own set of problems.
Kyuhyun was caught up in the anticipation of pleasing the fans, committing unfamiliar words to memory. Zhou Mi spoke just as clearly, trying to help just as much, for the distraction. But Kyuhyun’s mouth had the remnants of gloss on it, not enough to be sticky but terribly soft. He would gasp against Zhou Mi’s mouth and fit into his arms, and smile with their foreheads pressed together.
Kyuhyun giggled against his shoulder, embarrassed even though he hadn’t even said anything yet and Zhou Mi smiled at him. And paused, everything in him waiting a moment as Kyuhyun’s fingers brushed his neck.
It was the tiniest of touches, the tiniest of looks.
But Zhou Mi looked out at the crowd, content, because those thoughts hadn’t been his alone.
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Prompt: kyu feels content to see everyone else getting closer with Mi (Shindong, Hyuk. Kangin, Hae, etc) but actually feels somewhat threatened when it's Heechul? XD sankyuuuuu!
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There were flaws in his logic, and Kyuhyun was readily willing to admit that. Every time someone entered what Kyuhyun called “Zhou Mi is awesome and I need to cuddle him” land, Kyuhyun was glad. Kyuhyun was really and truly happy because it made Zhou Mi light up like a roman candle because he enjoyed affection so much. Sometimes he thought if Zhou Mi were a cat he’d definitely be a lap-sitter, basking and purring.
But Heechul was a different specimen. Heechul’s limits were, how to say it…
Nonexistent?
He could kiss the universe, and while there would be an outcry, Heechul would give them the evil eye and go on.
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure why that worried him. Sure, it was possible one day that Heechul would look at Zhou Mi on stage and thing, “I need to put my lips on that.”
Zhou Mi would probably…like it.
Okay, that was where it worried him. Maybe Zhou Mi would like it too much. Zhou Mi liked hugs. Zhou Mi liked cuddles. Though, Zhou Mi had some reserve, he wouldn’t be all PDA for the heck of it. Though holding Zhou Mi’s hand in public had a certain kind of appeal.
And he swore, the words popped out of his mouths without his permission.
“Do you want Heechul to kiss you?”
Zhou Mi’s head turned on the pillow beside his. “Whaaat?”
“Nothing,” Kyuhyun said quickly.
And then Zhou Mi tickled him and beat the whole story out of him with a pillow.
He was breathless and flushed when Zhou Mi kissed him, a bit of a “so there” moment.
Maybe he wouldn’t kiss Zhou Mi on stage, and maybe Heechul wouldn’t either. But at least in the meantime he had nothing to worry about.
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Prompt: qmimin - fluff
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Kyuhyun was sprawled upside down on the couch, head hanging off the seat and legs flopped over the back. Both Sungmin and Zhou Mi stopped in the doorway and looked at each other. All Zhou Mi did was shrug though, clearly having no more idea of why Kyuhyun was like that.
“You think you need more blood to your brain?” Sungmin asked, flicking at Kyuhyun’s forehead and taking a spot on the couch. Seated normally, of course.
He warded off Kyuhyun’s flopping hand, though Kyuhyun deserved it for being weird.
“Does something hurt?” Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun just grunted. “I’m stretching. Why is that so—”
Sungmin flinched as Kyuhyun suddenly turned. “Kyuhyun,” he complained through a sea of legs, getting battered first into the back of the couch and then into the arm as Kyuhyun tried to maneuver around.
And he managed it, too, curled a bit with his legs over Sungmin’s and his head planted on Zhou Mi’s thigh.
“I get this end, huh?” Sungmin said, smacking Kyuhyun’s butt.
Kyuhyun just laughed and squirmed back a little.
So it was going to be like that then. He gave Kyuhyun another smack for good measure, trading an amused look with Zhou Mi. And then settled in for a movie.
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Prompt: qmimin - smut smut
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If someone had asked him six months before, he would have denied it. If someone had told Zhou Mi six months previous that he would be kneeling with a man at his back and another smirking up at him, he’d have laughed at them.
But he wasn’t laughing then as Sungmin sucked at his neck and his hips took a slow grind that slid him deeper each time. And there was Kyuhyun, his mouth already swollen from getting Sungmin hard. His wicked tongue was not sharp when it traced and curled, wetting the way for the press of his lips and the parting of them. The wet sucking had him gasping, bracing against the sensation and Sungmin against him.
Every drive Sungmin took pressed him deeper against Kyuhyun’s tongue, and Kyuhyun chuckled, adjusting so that Zhou Mi could thrust into his mouth. There was nowhere to escape, caught between Sungmin’s hips and Kyuhyun’s mouth. No matter which way he moved, he clutched at Sungmin’s arms, and gasping, watched Kyuhyun swallow him.
To even think of trying to hold back was pain as he clenched his jaw, Sungmin’s teeth scraping at his skin.
“Zhou Mi,” Sungmin moaned, stroking deep and solid, and Kyuhyun echoed it around him.
Their names were tangled in his head, neither on his tongue when he wanted both, and he babbled and dug his fingers tight.
And with a shout, Zhou Mi came for them.
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Prompt: Since you lied writing cats:- Qmi kind of princess and the frog-ed? Zhou Mi is trapped in a cats body as part of a curse. Kyuhyun sets him free. idk have fun with it.
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The tabby cat with the green eyes wouldn’t leave him alone. Kyuhyun came home from work to find the cat outside of his door, meowing loudly up at him, or weaving between his ankles with a lilting little sound. A couple of times, the cat even made it into his apartment only to be chased back out. Though Kyuhyun sometimes gave the cat a little piece of cooked meat. There was a collar around the cat’s neck but Kyuhyun never got a good look at it. The cat would let him pet it, would purr almost if Kyuhyun looked too hard.
Then Kyuhyun woke up one morning to find the cat beside him on the pillow, looking very smug.
“How did you—“
Kyuhyun had brought home groceries the night before, and the cat had been politely in the hallway watching.
“Did you sneak in?”
The cat meowed, long tail flicking down onto the blanket.
“Well, you didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night, so that’s something. Don’t you have a home to go to? Or are you one of those wandering cats that have a different home every night.”
The cat purred as Kyuhyun scratched under his chin, and for the first time, Kyuhyun got to see what the little charm on the collar said.
“Is your name Zhou Mi?”
The cat stood and chirped, staring at Kyuhyun so intently. He’d never had a cat like Zhou Mi be so aggressive in trying to stay with him.
“I’m usually allergic to cats. We’ll see how it goes, though. Don’t pee in my shoes. I’ll get… I’ll get stuff.”
It was nice having company, actually. Zhou Mi wasn’t a loud cat, and didn’t attempt to leap into Kyuhyun’s food. He did insist on being close to Kyuhyun, staring at Kyuhyun quite intently sometimes as though trying to unravel a secret or send brain waves to Kyuhyun’s mind.
For a couple of days, Zhou Mi disappeared and Kyuhyun had almost convinced himself that Zhou Mi wasn’t coming back until Zhou Mi was once again against his ankle and trotting inside to sit by the blue food dish that Kyuhyun had bought for him.
“Did you have a cat adventure, Zhou Mi?” Kyuhyun asked, tweaking one of Zhou Mi’s ears and scooping out a measure of food.
Zhou Mi purred.
And didn’t leave Kyuhyun’s apartment again after that.
Kyuhyun called a few shelters, kept an eye open for flyers, but no one was looking for a cat named Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi slept on Kyuhyun’s spare pillow, and napped curled on Kyuhyun’s lap or on his laptop keys. He was clean, submitting to a bath with what seemed like enjoyment. Sometimes Kyuhyun would find Zhou Mi curled on an open book almost like he was reading it. Kyuhyun would wake from naps to find Zhou Mi lathing his hand, rubbing his neck up against Kyuhyun’s fingers.
Sometimes he felt something almost like static when his fingers touched Zhou Mi’s collar.
He didn’t even think to take it off, until one day he was buying cat food and saw a collar that sparkled. Zhou Mi would like that. All he had to do was remove the other collar, and maybe slide the tag onto it. He had to cut the old one off, frowning when he couldn’t find a clasp or buckle.
“I dub thee Sir Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun joked, putting the jeweled collar around Zhou Mi’s neck. Zhou Mi purred at him, slept beside him, and walked around with, Kyuhyun thought, perhaps just a bit more dignity than he had before.
Kyuhyun woke one morning, looking for Zhou Mi. His eyes widened as he kept looking down, and down. Bare skin, and more of it, a naked man stretched the full length of his bed.
In his hand, a jeweled collar.
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun said out loud, wondering how the cat had gotten displaced by a naked man. He wondered if he’d have to run.
But the man opened his eyes, brown, not green, and said, “Yes?”
They stared at each other. At the collar Zhou Mi held. Kyuhyun was still tense and ready to spring away when Zhou Mi reached out and touched Kyuhyun’s cheek with his fingertips.
“When you cut off the collar and I didn’t change, I thought it hadn’t worked, that the curse was never going to— Oh. Kyuhyun.”
Curse rattled through Kyuhyun’s empty brain. Zhou Mi. Cat. Human. Naked human. What curse. Needed clothes.
In the end he got Zhou Mi a robe, and after Zhou Mi wobbled a bit as he walked out to the kitchen on two legs, a mug of hot chocolate. He grinned almost too brightly for Kyuhyun to look at.
“I’m not used to being up this high,” Zhou Mi said. “I don’t have to leap up on things any more. I can pick things up again!”
Kyuhyun was still coming to grips that, during the night, his cat hadn’t let a naked man into his apartment. There were no extra shoes, or clothes. Nothing in the hallway. All he had was a little blue dish, and Zhou Mi still clutching the damn collar. He nearly laughed imagining forcing Zhou Mi to bare his teeth so he could be sure Zhou Mi hadn’t eaten the cat or something.
And then he watched Zhou Mi tilt his head in a very familiar way, lifting a hand and licking along his wrist for half a second before pausing.
“Habit,” Zhou Mi said, dropping his hand, and then moaning a bit into his mug. Yeah. Chocolate did that to him sometimes, too.
“The collar made you a cat?” Kyuhyun asked, finally able to get the words out, even if he wasn’t sure he believed it. And his second question, “How did you end up here?”
Or more specifically, with Kyuhyun. There was still a bit of feline mystery in the way that Zhou Mi’s lips curved, and the story came out, bit by bit.
Zhou Mi had seen him one night, and followed him home. Maybe it had been chance, maybe something more. He’d been in other homes, hoped to be freed by other people. But it was Kyuhyun who had freed Zhou Mi from the curse that had bound him, even if he hadn’t known what he was doing. Zhou Mi was too big for Kyuhyun’s lap, though he tried. It wasn’t like he believed over the space of a few minutes.
Zhou Mi put the shining collar onto his wrist with a smile on his face. And he kept it on, and the replacements Kyuhyun bought for him, for the rest of his life.
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Prompt: could i ask for wonkyumi threesome of some sort (i cling to the theory that everyone secretly loves zhou mi) smut
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It was Kyuhyun who noticed the staring, and Zhou Mi who didn’t believe it.
“He wants you,” Kyuhyun whispered in his ear. “Maybe more than your ass.”
Zhou Mi licked his lips and wondered, and that didn’t keep Kyuhyun from kissing him and moaning for him.
And touching Zhou Mi where Siwon could see. It wasn’t even a possessive thing as much as it was showing off, seeing how Siwon would react.
Kyuhyun was balls-deep in him, face above his, when he said, “I’d be okay with Siwon joining us. It’s sad to see him lusting after you.”
And he kissed Zhou Mi, a tiny press of lips, a tease.
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, his brain focused on the hand Kyuhyun was using to stroke him.
“I wonder what he wants? Your mouth, maybe. Or maybe he just wants to suck you off. I’m cool with that. I just want to be there. I want to…see. We promised to share everything.”
Zhou Mi could barely manage sound as Kyuhyun jerked him faster.
“I wonder how long you’d last if he was fucking you, while you fucked—“
There was no way he could have held back.
And Kyuhyun touching him in front of Siwon was not tease, but offering. Maybe it was just once. They’d all agreed, Siwon’s eyes lingering for a moment on Kyuhyun’s hand high on Zhou Mi’s thigh. Or maybe on the fact that he was hard just saying the words, “Join us, if you want.”
There were no limitations, no rules. Siwon stepped up to him nearly nose to nose and stroked his hips. It was only after that that Siwon kissed him, lips different from Kyuhyun’s, taste different. Siwon, for all his sweetness, kissed bold. Maybe even too hard for a moment as though he was too hungry for it, until he broke away to pull Zhou MI’s shirt over his head.
He glanced to see Kyuhyun palming himself through his underwear, and reached for the button of his pants. He and Siwon struggled for it together, getting his pants open, and Siwon’s, pressing cloth down and sucking at Siwon’s tongue as their cocks pressed together.
But they were sharing. He remembered that, as he turned Siwon toward Kyuhyun. He watched, catching his breath, as Kyuhyun wrapped his fingers around Siwon’s erection.
“This is why we can’t stand him,” Kyuhyun said mildly. It was thicker than either of them, though not longer. But all Siwon did was moan.
“You,” Zhou Mi said, and needed no other words as he knelt and bared Kyuhyun’s body. With wet mouth, he took half of Kyuhyun’s cock. As he had before, one, two, three hundred times. He’d never counted. But as he sucked and felt Kyuhyun grow harder, there were hands along his sides, along his thighs, lips against his neck as Siwon teased his nipples, his stomach. His concentration was split between the want to please, and the enjoyment of being touched.
“You’re gorgeous,” Siwon murmured, and teased him utterly. All he wanted was for Siwon to keep touching him, and he knew if Siwon did, it would be over far too soon.
Siwon only cupped him with a hand and asked Kyuhyun for lube.
The knowing look that Kyuhyun sent made Zhou Mi wonder if they’d discussed it. He gasped at the loss of Kyuhyun’s cock, licking his lips and empty as Siwon was handed condoms and lube. And when Siwon stood, and pressed his condom-covered cock to Zhou Mi’s lips, he opened for it.
Siwon swore as he had never heard Siwon swear before. There was a soft whistle from Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi relaxed his jaw and pulled Siwon deeper until he could take no more without choking.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun muttered as Zhou Mi sucked, and Siwon ran rough fingers through Zhou Mi’s hair.
There was a wet snap as Siwon pulled Zhou Mi’s head away, and he grunted as Siwon pulled him up, pulling him close on jellied legs for Siwon to suck against his throat and spin him.
And Zhou Mi finally saw why, saw the reason for Kyuhyun’s cursing. Siwon nudged Zhou Mi to the bed, onto his knees - and he braced his hands on Kyuhyun’s spread thighs, and watched as Kyuhyun’s fingers pressed deep. Kyuhyun was so smug and Zhou Mi would have been angry but for the cool press of Siwon’s fingers and the mouth against his neck. When Siwon’s fingers slid into him, they mirrored what Kyuhyun was doing, only added by the press of teeth and Siwon’s stroking hand. Kyuhyun moaned and writhed as he brushed his own prostate and Zhou Mi watched with dazed eyes.
“What are you waiting for,” Kyuhyun barked, and Siwon helped him, knees sliding and elbows bracing. It was Siwon who held him steady and nudged his hips. And Kyuhyun took him in, teeth bared in a grimace of enjoyment. “Finally.”
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure he could say the same as he gasped when Siwon stopped his progress. With first one, and then both hands on Zhou Mi’s hips, Siwon’s cock replaced his fingers.
“I can’t do this,” Zhou Mi panted, banging his forehead on Kyuhyun’s collarbone.
Kyuhyun, the soul of sympathy, chuckled and patting the back of his head. “Too good?”
Siwon shifted, and Kyuhyun’s hips rose, and Zhou Mi whined.
Caught between them.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
It was like a three legged race, trying to find the rhythm. When Siwon pressed in, and when Kyuhyun’s hips braced, and how Zhou Mi moved between them. Forward or back, there was pleasure to be had. Sometimes they paused with Zhou Mi trapped unable to move, hands all over him, Kyuhyun’s tongue in his mouth and moaning. It was the only reason he lasted more than a couple of minutes, but even that couldn’t stop it. Kyuhyun was too tight, and Siwon too quick and his head lowered.
“Kyuhyun, I can’t, I can’t—“
It was with his body’s blessing that he came, moans progressively higher at Siwon’s hard thrusts, slipping deeper as Siwon groaned behind him. He was sucking in air as Kyuhyun kissed his head, and before he left, Siwon kissed the corner of his mouth and left them together.
“I didn’t even get to thank him,” Zhou Mi almost slurred.
“You’ll get to later,” Kyuhyun said. “Was it good?”
Was it? It had certainly been…
It was slower, after, when Kyuhyun turned him, and kissed him, and slid into him. Maybe it was because Kyuhyun hadn’t come, or maybe it was because he needed Zhou Mi, too, and needed to remind them both of what they had together. And Zhou Mi need him.
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Prompt: qmi - hunger games
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They could have run away and they could have hidden but it would have done them no good.
It was cold.
Kyuhyun shivered and peeled off wet layers to try and keep himself from getting too cold. A fire was asking to be found. In the pack he had grabbed, there were tiny tins of fuel that could be burned for heat, but he was saving those until he was desperate. At the very least, his fur-lined boots hadn’t gotten soaked. He got his feet back into them in his only pair of socks, and shivered with his blanket wrapped around him.
He’d seen three people—
He wasn’t going to just give up. He had to try. But he wanted warmth, first, the last illusion of comfort, of memory. Curling by the fire with his mother’s hand petting his hair.
Rocks slid down into his little hollow and he tensed, gripping the knife he had found as a boy not much older than he was slid down slow, obscuring his progress behind him.
“Night’s coming soon,” Zhou Mi said.
They hadn’t been chosen together. The others had laughed at Zhou Mi, calling him soft, though that had changed when he had shown them he was strong.
Even if Zhou Mi betrayed him, it was worth having someone near for a little longer. With Zhou Mi’s blanket, and a place they could both defend and escape, they slept.
And hoped.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi convinces Kyuhyun to pose as a life drawing model and the understanding that it does not reach the internet. However, Mi has a short attention span and a liking for bright colours so the drawing ends up weird.
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“What exactly would I be wearing, exactly?”
There was hemming and hawing, and Kyuhyun wasn’t fooled in the least.
“Not naked,” he said, voice firm.
“Maybe not at first?” Zhou Mi agreed, a smile in his voice even as he rustled with his notebooks.
“Can’t you just imagine that part?”
“If I wanted to try drawing from imagination or memory, I wouldn’t need you there, would I?” Zhou Mi said, being all logical about it. “I’ve seen it all before.”
“Yeah, but. Not when I’m just sitting around on display like some kind of marble statue.”
Zhou Mi laughed at him.
In the end, he was convinced because it was only going to be Zhou Mi, and he could watch TV during the process. Just sitting there staring at Zhou Mi staring at him was not okay.
Besides he’d start getting curious about what exactly Zhou Mi was drawing, and why he had on that expression, and down that road was nothing good.
So he watched a drama, and Zhou Mi drew to his heart’s content while Kyuhyun contended with goosebumps and an itching need to move. Every so often Zhou Mi made a pleased sound, and Kyuhyun’s eyebrows twitched.
“Done!” Zhou Mi declared, halfway into the second drama episode.
Kyuhyun belted his robe up and all but locked it down.
“Can I see?”
“Of course!”
When Zhou Mi turned the paper around, Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he was more blinded by Zhou Mi’s smile or Zhou Mi’s…drawing.
That was Kyuhyun on the paper all right, relaxed just as Zhou Mi had posed him. That had been all he’d really expected.
But then there was the blue and orange background surrounding him. And other…things.
There was a cat trailed by a rainbow, some kind of fluffy chicken, an orange tree, and what might have been a taco. Kyuhyun was wearing some kind of crown. And a kilt. At least he wasn’t naked.
There were some scattered music notes around his hips which was more than a little disconcerting, because he wasn’t sure exactly what Zhou Mi thought was singing.
All that was missing was Zhou Mi coloring him in green.
“What.”
“It was boring just like that,” Zhou Mi said. “Isn’t it fun?”
(Upon further inspection, Zhou Mi had drawn him twice - once like normal in all his naked (glory?) and once like a crayon box had exploded. And for all he was bewildered, Kyuhyun preferred the last one.)
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Prompt: SciFi qmi please?
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“How’s that going, Captain?”
The snort was pretty immediate, even as hard as Kyuhyun was concentrating on the maps showing their flight path. All Zhou Mi could’ve seen, if he’d cared to look, were stars. That got a little boring after a while, even flicking through constellations in his head. Space, the concept of it, hadn’t gotten old, no. But like any route traveled too many times, he stopped scene the scenery and focused on the doing.
“They’re shifting the shipping lanes again,” Kyuhyun said, only the barest hint of a whine in his voice.
It wasn’t as though it really impacted them a lot. They shifted their course. Sometimes it made their trip an hour or two longer, sometimes shorter.
“You’re the one who didn’t want to get a shipping license,” Zhou Mi reminded him.
The lanes were for dedicated shippers and those with with licenses. They marked the most direct routes from station to station, and from the planet to the moon.
When Kyuhyun scowled at his map, Zhou Mi tried to hide his chuckle. He mouthed along as Kyuhyun spoke.
“Who wants to be stuck with a bunch of lumbering beasts in line for inspection? That’s why we came to space. Freedom!”
“Freedom!” Zhou Mi said at the exact same time, and Kyuhyun stared at him. “Freedom is the best. We both know that.”
“Right.”
Zhou Mi grinned and settled back in his chair to wait for Kyuhyun to be satisfied. They were hauling oranges, synthetic boards, and boxes full of staples. For some reason that had amused Kyuhyun. They’d be on their way to another payday, another place to dock and explore. It wasn’t the traveling that excited Zhou Mi - it was seeing all the new places, new people. And that he got to do that with Kyuhyun.
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Prompt: Your story, Fins, with merman Mimi, I loved it and read through it again and I was wondering if you'd mind doing a little side bit about Kyuhyun adjusting to his new form or whatever happened after. Anyway, thank you
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Things he could remember from swimming was the rushing sound when he ducked underwater, like the cold in his ears mean he could hear all of the currents. Water didn’t get into his ears any longer, or he didn’t thing so anyway. Maybe it was because his body was the same temperature as the water, curled on a sea rock or in a sandy bed, eating fish and sea plants, and drinking from springs that Zhou Mi had a sixth sense for.
It was strange not having legs, having to move his lower body, smooth and sure. Zhou Mi had guided him when he’d been learning, hands tight together and shoulders bumping.
Zhou Mi had watched him, worried, that Kyuhyun would regret, that his head would rise above water and he’d look at the land he’d left behind.
They’d find others like them, eventually, and they wouldn’t be alone. He thought one thing Zhou Mi couldn’t be worried of was Kyuhyun being more enthralled of them than of Zhou Mi.
He could twist and turn in the water, whirling it around him. He was part of the ocean, just just a thing in it.
Sometimes Zhou Mi kissed him and he could nearly feel it in his toes.
And he didn’t even have them any more.
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Prompt: Since SuJu's SMTown week theme is Treasure Island, could you write something pirate au (preferably qmi but I'm not picky) Thank youuu~
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It was hard to imagine how they’d started.
It hadn’t been in a cell, some bring.
Though Kyuhyun argued that one until he was blue in the face.
“You locked me up!”
“You were too uptight,” Zhou Mi said, dismissing his concern.
“I was going arrest you.”
Zhou Mi stared at him. “So I took you captive first.”
(It had been a very long voyage, and Kyuhyun’s men had done so well - they were within half a day of the legendary pirate Zhou and well-patched sails. At least, they had thought. In the dead of night, Zhou Mi’s crew had boarded them. Not one man’s life had been lost, but a fair chunk of supplies, all their gold. What they couldn’t make off with, like the heaviest of cannons, they’d dropped into the sea. And then Kyuhyun, bound and shouting through his gag, had been taken onto the ship - the bounty as the captain of one of the finest ships of the fleet. He could be ransomed. The rest of the crew had been left bound but for one who’d been given a little boost into sleep. It’d take half a day’s work with all the men in fine form to get the ship ready to sail, and by then Zhou Mi and his crew had been long since gone.
When Kyuhyun had stopped yelling himself red in the face, Zhou Mi had calmly told him that the crew had been left all their food. They were in no danger.
Kyuhyun had harrumphed.
“Not all pirates kill,” Zhou Mi said, patting the side of Kyuhyun’s face with incredible insolence. And then the worst words of all: “Lock him up.”)
It seemed like captains were easily come by, even those with battle experience. Not one offer of ransom had been answered, which meant that Kyuhyun had gone from a tiny cell to a locked cabin. It was something he’d appreciated.
A couple of weeks of no contact but for someone bringing his meals or maybe spitting on his floor turned into a month, and a few weeks more. But after the first week in the new, small, cabin, at least he had someone to speak to.
“If they won’t pay for me, you might as well let me go,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi had smiled, his chin in his hand from where he sat.
“But where would we be then? Without a little wildcat who hisses at us when we try to feed him.”
Kyuhyun scowled.
And he’d scowled when Zhou Mi brought him books, or when he brought a game that they had eventually learned to enjoy.
“It’s difficult speaking to the crew,” Zhou Mi said, considering a move.
“They need to respect you, not be your friend.”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Exactly.”
But with Kyuhyun there was no such impediment.
Two months and two weeks to the day, Zhou Mi led Kyuhyun to the deck, to the fresh sea air. He hadn't even been bound.
“I could try to kill you,” Kyuhyun said, startled at the display of trust and staring at the wicked knife in Zhou Mi’s belt.
Without taking his eyes from the sea, Zhou Mi said, “You could try.”
***
Prompt: Qmi mpreq tq^^
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There was a certain amount of not knowing how it happened that went into it. Some men went all their lives, some were the world’s most fertile garden patch. Generally speaking, though, what happened had been so incredibly improbable—
“At least it isn’t twins,” Zhou Mi said.
Twins. Twins would’ve meant four—
Between them there would be two babies. And that was plenty.
There had been talk about hormones, and suppressing drugs, and how incredibly rare, and how unique. Kyuhyun had left the doctor’s office with a headache, a sore back, and pregnant.
And so had Zhou Mi.
They had, as best as anyone could tell, conceived within days of each other.
“We’re not even going to be able to kiss each other,” Kyuhyun said.
He pressed his hand to Zhou Mi’s still-flat belly, and couldn’t even imagine.
“I’ll be able to kiss you no matter what,” Zhou Mi said, folding him close.
“What if I go into labor before you? What if we go into labor at the same time? I don’t want to have surgery without—“
“We’ve got a while,” Zhou Mi soothed.
“You knocked me up,” Kyuhyun said, slapping Zhou Mi’s butt and sighing. “Though I knocked you up, too, so. Babies, huh.”
“Me and you, Kuixian,” Zhou Mi said, laughing softly. “Only me and you.”
***
“I wonder how my baby could be bigger,” Zhou Mi said, turning the sonogram printout around.
Though, Kyuhyun was momentarily offended for the little almost-baby inside him.
“This is your baby, too!”
“Our little potatoes,” Zhou Mi said, since the doctor had likened the sizes to potatoes.
Still, it felt like a pretty big potato considering the rounding going on in his stomach, and that wasn’t exactly a new phenomenon on his landscape. How Zhou Mi’s was bigger and he wasn’t even showing as much, Kyuhyun didn’t know, but it wasn’t the first time he’d been envious. Zhou Mi seemed to be eating about twice as much, too.
“Eating for the baby,” Zhou Mi whispered to him at midnight, just before a lovely episode of heartburn because Zhou Mi never listened.
They’d read books, and they’d passed milestones. Zhou Mi had been the only one with morning sickness, though it’d been fairly mild. Kyuhyun had scraped by with a week of queasy afternoons.
There was a betting pool going between their friends on if they were going to have two girls, two boys, or one of each. He was pretty sure no matter how that panned out, there were only going to be two. He thought Zhou Mi agreed, the way he grimaced down at the crib they were putting together, both hands in his lower back and wearing very fashionable stretchy shorts.
“You look hot,” Kyuhyun said, holding up his cell phone and taping Zhou Mi’s answer.
“I think you said that before you knocked me up.”
“Zhou Mi! Now we can never show this to the kids.”
Zhou Mi huffed at him.
***
Prompt: Zhou Mi looked really hot at Shanghai countdown thingy today. Kyuhyun decides he needs to get 2014 off to a good start.
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“Hey,” he whispered, and poked and tugged.
Zhou Mi finally got the message after a good thirty seconds of listening to the conversation flying around them. Zhou Mi didn’t even have to say anything because the question on his face was wondering what Kyuhyun wanted. So he leaned in close, even closer than usual, whispering against Zhou Mi’s ear.
“I only want to do one thing first this year. One person.”
He didn’t think it was his imagination that the hand Zhou Mi had steadied on his hip went just a bit tighter.
No one really complained when they slipped out, no one tried to stop them. His head was lowered like he was tired and Zhou Mi was doing soothing little pats to his back. It was all so believable.
In the elevator going up to their floor he caught Zhou Mi’s hips and pulled them back against him. It got him the pressure and friction he wanted, hid how his pants started pressing out, and theoretically hid their actions from any cameras. The little catches in Zhou Mi’s breath made him want to moan because he knew what Zhou Mi was imagining them doing.
They did up every lock on the door, leaving shoes haphazard and dropping aside the jackets.
“You looked really hot tonight,” Kyuhyun said as Zhou Mi’s shirt fell.
When Zhou Mi replied, it was in Mandarin, rough and filthy sounding. Kyuhyun had no idea what it meant. Sometimes he thought Zhou Mi did that to drive him out of his mind, sometimes he thought Zhou Mi wanted him to just imagine.
Though when Zhou Mi got Kyuhyun’s underwear down, both his hands cupping Kyuhyun’s ass, he knew exactly what Zhou Mi said. He knew when Zhou Mi said more, harder. Instructions he got. Endearments he got. The rest made him flush. It wasn’t a kink exactly, but it kind of was the way Zhou Mi grinned at him. The lube was still there, tucked between the mattress and wall, and Zhou Mi moaned against his mouth as Kyuhyun used both hands to make him harder, to get him slick.
Zhou Mi’s lips were wet when he rested back on the mattress, his eyes hungry up and down Kyuhyun’s body as he reached to touch Kyuhyun’s chest, his thighs. Poised above Zhou Mi, it was his show to put on, humming and rocking his hips as he slid two fingers into himself. And Zhou Mi’s teeth fixed on his lower lip made Kyuhyun grin, stroking himself and then Zhou Mi, keeping them both hard as he teased.
“Kuixian. Okay. I need—”
Exactly what Kyuhyun did, he knew that, face tight in concentration as he sank onto Zhou Mi and gave them both what they needed. He braced on the wall as his hips rose and fell, bending in for slick kisses and Zhou Mi’s moans. And more Mandarin as Zhou Mi stroked his arms, cupped Kyuhyun’s face and lifted his hips to meet Kyuhyun’s. How gorgeous he was, how good he felt, how much Zhou Mi wanted him. Those were all things he imagined, and also knew.
It was flattering himself, and there was the sharp edge to Zhou Mi’s smile as Zhou Mi reached to stroke him in time with their hips.
“Zhou Mi.”
He hadn’t even had to beg.
He came first because Zhou Mi’s hand was relentless, the vision of Zhou Mi’s face in pleasure too much to handle. And he never stopped moving because Zhou Mi still needed.
He was sure they were pleas, the rolling words and cries. But when Zhou Mi came, his eyes unfocused on Kyuhyun’s face, his name on Zhou Mi’s lips was all he needed to hear.
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Prompt: Qmi fic: Kyu gets caught jerking off to thoughts of Zhoumi. May it be by Zhoumi himself or maybe Heechul to make hilarity insue. smut
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Obviously he knew what to do. He knew how to touch, how to grip, how wet he liked it. A good decade and then some of experience lent him all the expertise he required.
The thoughts in his head varied from kind of romantic to outright dirty, but they had definitely taken a solid turn in who they featured. Instead of whichever celebrity crush or the random hot person he’d seen somewhere, or someone he’d seen in a dirty movie, he didn’t think anyone would begrudge him thinking about Zhou Mi. Except maybe Zhou Mi, and that’d be weird if he ever knew, which was why Kyuhyun didn’t exactly poke Zhou Mi’s arm and say hey, thanks for helping get me off last night. In my head.
Because that wouldn’t be awkward.
Getting privacy sometimes was like asking to fly. He took advantage of it.
He pictured Zhou Mi’s hands touching him, Zhou Mi’s lips, the softness of his tongue. He tilted his head, imagining kisses to his neck, to his mouth.
“Zhou Mi,” he muttered, feeling the drag on his skin.
A creek of the door had his eyes flying open. Three seconds later, he had the entire volume of the blankets on his bed on his lap, heat burning his cheeks as Heechul stared at him with raised eyebrows. And if that wasn’t worse enough, as he wondered if Heechul had heard, Zhou Mi was just beyond Heechul’s shoulder.
He wanted to babble, make excuses, and he knew he’d just dig himself a deeper hole if he did.
“I guess I should’ve knocked,” Heechul said.
And Kyuhyun still couldn’t see if Heechul was amused to catch Kyuhyun jerking off or what, digging his fingers into the blanket a little tighter.
“You need something?” he got out, ignoring Zhou Mi entirely. If he pretended Zhou Mi wasn’t there, maybe it’d mean he’d never known.
“I was going to see if you and Zhou Mi were hungry. I think I got my answer.”
Kyuhyun nearly hissed, his whole posture sinking for a moment as Heechul turned and murmured something to Zhou Mi that he couldn’t hear.
And then Zhou Mi was stumbling into the middle of the floor, and Heechul was calling, “Lock this first, this time.”
There was color flooding Zhou Mi’s cheeks, too. But even as he was clutching his blankets, his body gave a treacherous twitch.
“Heechul isn’t going to forget this,” Kyuhyun said, and he wasn’t even sure why.
“I don’t think so,” Zhou Mi agreed.
But when he heard the door lock with Zhou Mi still inside, he let out a sigh and waited.
For a moment it was awkward, like all of his words were kind of trapped up and Kyuhyun hated that.
He didn’t want to know. And yet, he kind of had to.
“Did you hear…?”
“I did,” Zhou Mi said.
It was heroic effort that kept Kyuhyun from wincing.
“Did you see…?” Kyuhyun asked, trying not to squirm and not flush harder as Zhou Mi’s lips twitched.
“Not much. Half a second?”
Before he’d gotten the blankets up.
He was probably supposed to apologize. That was probably the most ideal thing.
“What were you thinking about me doing?” Zhou Mi ventured, getting so close as to sit on the bed. He wasn’t looking at Kyuhyun, exactly. More in the vicinity of his belly, which was way too close for his brain to handle in any way.
He wasn’t sure what was the safest, what he could say without combusting or Zhou Mi hitting him.
“Your…mouth?” he said, and he kept his eyes firmly on the blanket except for a glance up to see that same mouth parting a bit.
“You have a pretty mouth,” Zhou Mi said. Which was great, and neither here nor there when Kyuhyun was doing some embarrassing confessing.
“Okay.”
“I think about it, too,” Zhou Mi said.
And that time he did meeting Zhou Mi’s eyes, both almost looking away as they absorbed the shock and the confession.
“About me?” Kyuhyun asked, which was probably the stupidest thing he could’ve right then, but Zhou Mi was nodding, tongue darting out to wet his mouth.
“Heechul knows. That’s why…”
“Oh. Oh, so because he figured out I—“
Zhou Mi’s head inclined, agreement.
“So we. You want. I. Okay.”
Somewhere in the middle of Kyuhyun’s starts and stops, Zhou Mi had started to smile, started to stand, and Kyuhyun for a very long moment thought that Zhou Mi was going to leave right in the middle of his mortification and surge of surprised lust.
But Zhou Mi didn’t really stand. Instead, he turned and kneeled and tilted his head and for a moment looked almost too pretty to be real.
“Okay,” Zhou Mi said, seeming to echo Kyuhyun’s words.
Kyuhyun blinked at him, his body seeming to understand with a nice big throb before his brain did. Zhou Mi, on his knees, agreeing, on his knees. On his knees.
So he wiggled, trying not to knee Zhou Mi in the face while still clutching his blanket like a lifeline. Zhou Mi actually laughed at him, pulling it away until there was only a corner left hiding whatever skin was between his tangled pajama bottoms and his shirt.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi said when he finally wrestled the cloth and Kyuhyun’s hands away. And those, those were the smug lips when Zhou Mi looked up at him. Yeah, okay, he got hard at the drop of a hat sometimes, but that was all for Zhou Mi right there.
His hand stuttered on Zhou Mi’s shoulder, but Zhou Mi’s head lifted to meet him without a pause, and that was how he got to kiss Zhou Mi first. It seemed right, somehow, kissing before Zhou Mi got too much more acquainted with all the rest. Though, foresight hadn’t told him how much he’d like it, how much he wanted to slide down into Zhou Mi lap and coax out a few more of those little hums.
His breath was ragged when Zhou Mi squished both his cheeks and almost waggled his face. And a thought occurred to him.
“I want to, too. I don’t just want you to— I want to, too,” he said, in case Zhou Mi was wondering.
“Something I’ve wanted for a long time. You and me.”
Kyuhyun just nodded and Zhou Mi smiled at him and kissed him again.
“Okay?” Zhou Mi asked, eyes almost too bright.
He nodded, his brain cells dissolving from want and admiration. “Yeah.”
Zhou Mi stroked him with fingertips first, letting his thumb and forefinger slowly grip and slide as Kyuhyun’s breath hissed out. It was just a hand and it might as well have been an electric hand as he caught Zhou Mi licking his lips and leaning.
It was all he could do not to come when Zhou Mi’s lips slid down around him.
If Heechul had knocked, they could’ve been sitting across from each other eating instead of the warm, wet glory of Zhou Mi’s mouth and the pressure of his fingers. He went from hard to hardest, feeling Zhou Mi swallow and hum, his hair shining as his head lifted. It was both good and not good that he couldn’t see right then. He wanted to but he knew he’d have bucked right off the bed just knowing what he was looking at.
Two years since he’d been touched by anyone else, two years and hundreds of fantasies, and not one of them actually told him how good it would feel.
Zhou Mi’s cheeks hollowed and Kyuhyun’s moan was short and pained.
“Gonna come,” Kyuhyun gasped.
And Zhou Mi didn’t slow, didn’t soften. He kept stroking, and sucking, and sliding his tongue and it was the thought that he was going to come in Zhou Mi’s mouth that had him coming, fingers in Zhou Mi’s hair as he gasped.
He was all bent over Zhou Mi’s head and shoulders when Zhou Mi gently sat him up. He was only mildly mortified when Zhou Mi rubbed at the corner of his mouth where he’d maybe drooled a little, but Zhou Mi was smiling at him like it was cute, like was cute. And maybe sexy, too.
“Better than lunch,” Zhou Mi teased, and Kyuhyun nearly laughed, leaning in as Zhou Mi stroked his neck. And he moaned as Zhou Mi’s tongue slid against his as Zhou Mi kissed him.
***
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (plus some threesomes)
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: many
Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut
Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.
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Prompt: QMi..kyu see this http://ww4.sinaimg.cn/large/79ad9379jw1eazymktmdgj218g18gn61.jpg and get jealous all the way from korea haha
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“Did you have fun?”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Very much. I ate so much food. The taping was fun though. Tiring. I missed having you there to poke at.”
He could hear the snuffling little laugh Kyuhyun gave.
“Did you miss translating for me?”
“I miss whispering in your ear. Pretty ear. What are you most jealous of? I’m here without you, or I’m here with someone else?”
The way Kyuhyun was utterly silent for a moment told Zhou Mi he’d spotted Kyuhyun correctly, as did the groan a few seconds later like he wished Zhou Mi wasn’t perceptive.
“Can I say I’m jealous because I want to know what happens on the show?”
Zhou Mi didn’t even try and hold back his laughter. “Only if you want me to laugh some more.”
“It’s not like I think you’re going to do anything,” Kyuhyun almost mumbled.
“Why is it different here than when I’m there?” Zhou Mi wondered aloud. Kyuhyun was a pretty secure person, and Zhou Mi went out a lot with his friends without Kyuhyun ever saying anything or acting differently. They were able to live their own lives without being in each other’s pockets. Except when they wanted to be.
“Distance? Because I miss you?”
It had been two days. Still, Zhou Mi pressed kisses to the phone until Kyuhyun was cackling at him. It made him feel pretty good, actually. There were times it could be dangerous, but right then Kyuhyun was telling him quite a few different things about his feelings. He never wanted to stop sharing those between them.
***
Prompt: QMi.. kyu has this habit of always wanting to kiss zhou mi
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It was good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night. It was have a nice lunch, or trip or welcome home. It was because Zhou Mi smiled, or Zhou Mi said something cute, or because Zhou Mi curled close enough for Kyuhyun to reach.
Maybe it was the way that Zhou Mi kissed him back, nuzzling in, letting Kyuhyun kiss him and sometimes sputtering with laughter against Kyuhyun lips. He had that pretty expression when Kyuhyun was hovering over him, his eyes a bit uneven as he smiled, mouth slowly pursing up and asking Kyuhyun to get just a little closer.
Sometimes all he needed was the warm press of Zhou Mi’s mouth, and sometimes he wanted more. Because Zhou Mi kissed him, sweet, cupping Kyuhyun’s jaw and pulling him in. All he could feel were Zhou Mi’s fingers, the way Zhou Mi’s lip nudged his apart. Those were the kisses that could stretch on and on, where they went from standing, to sitting, sometimes even horizontal.
“What’s the cutest thing about Kyuhyun” people asked Zhou Mi.
Sometimes Zhou Mi pulled out something random, like the way he squeaked when Zhou Mi tickled him.
“He really likes to kiss,” Zhou Mi said
And it was true, he felt a closeness to be able to peck his family hello.
But kissing Zhou Mi, that was special and for them alone.
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Prompt: Last QMi pic from SS5 Macau. They're whispering silly things in each other's ear then Zhou Mi looks at Kyuhyun's lips and he'd like so much to cover Kyuhyun's mouth with his but they're on stage where real skinship is off-limit /o\
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Sometimes he wondered how it was possible, how he held back when Kyuhyun was right there against him. Kyuhyun’s arm pulled him in, his whole focus on Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi’s words. He couldn’t help but be distracted as Kyuhyun spoke, the movement of his mouth right there, right there, so that with his arm behind Kyuhyun all he would have had to do was close such a small distance.
If he tried and Kyuhyun shied away, fans would laugh. Some would grumble. If Kyuhyun didn’t—
That would be its own set of problems.
Kyuhyun was caught up in the anticipation of pleasing the fans, committing unfamiliar words to memory. Zhou Mi spoke just as clearly, trying to help just as much, for the distraction. But Kyuhyun’s mouth had the remnants of gloss on it, not enough to be sticky but terribly soft. He would gasp against Zhou Mi’s mouth and fit into his arms, and smile with their foreheads pressed together.
Kyuhyun giggled against his shoulder, embarrassed even though he hadn’t even said anything yet and Zhou Mi smiled at him. And paused, everything in him waiting a moment as Kyuhyun’s fingers brushed his neck.
It was the tiniest of touches, the tiniest of looks.
But Zhou Mi looked out at the crowd, content, because those thoughts hadn’t been his alone.
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Prompt: kyu feels content to see everyone else getting closer with Mi (Shindong, Hyuk. Kangin, Hae, etc) but actually feels somewhat threatened when it's Heechul? XD sankyuuuuu!
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There were flaws in his logic, and Kyuhyun was readily willing to admit that. Every time someone entered what Kyuhyun called “Zhou Mi is awesome and I need to cuddle him” land, Kyuhyun was glad. Kyuhyun was really and truly happy because it made Zhou Mi light up like a roman candle because he enjoyed affection so much. Sometimes he thought if Zhou Mi were a cat he’d definitely be a lap-sitter, basking and purring.
But Heechul was a different specimen. Heechul’s limits were, how to say it…
Nonexistent?
He could kiss the universe, and while there would be an outcry, Heechul would give them the evil eye and go on.
Kyuhyun wasn’t sure why that worried him. Sure, it was possible one day that Heechul would look at Zhou Mi on stage and thing, “I need to put my lips on that.”
Zhou Mi would probably…like it.
Okay, that was where it worried him. Maybe Zhou Mi would like it too much. Zhou Mi liked hugs. Zhou Mi liked cuddles. Though, Zhou Mi had some reserve, he wouldn’t be all PDA for the heck of it. Though holding Zhou Mi’s hand in public had a certain kind of appeal.
And he swore, the words popped out of his mouths without his permission.
“Do you want Heechul to kiss you?”
Zhou Mi’s head turned on the pillow beside his. “Whaaat?”
“Nothing,” Kyuhyun said quickly.
And then Zhou Mi tickled him and beat the whole story out of him with a pillow.
He was breathless and flushed when Zhou Mi kissed him, a bit of a “so there” moment.
Maybe he wouldn’t kiss Zhou Mi on stage, and maybe Heechul wouldn’t either. But at least in the meantime he had nothing to worry about.
***
Prompt: qmimin - fluff
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Kyuhyun was sprawled upside down on the couch, head hanging off the seat and legs flopped over the back. Both Sungmin and Zhou Mi stopped in the doorway and looked at each other. All Zhou Mi did was shrug though, clearly having no more idea of why Kyuhyun was like that.
“You think you need more blood to your brain?” Sungmin asked, flicking at Kyuhyun’s forehead and taking a spot on the couch. Seated normally, of course.
He warded off Kyuhyun’s flopping hand, though Kyuhyun deserved it for being weird.
“Does something hurt?” Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun just grunted. “I’m stretching. Why is that so—”
Sungmin flinched as Kyuhyun suddenly turned. “Kyuhyun,” he complained through a sea of legs, getting battered first into the back of the couch and then into the arm as Kyuhyun tried to maneuver around.
And he managed it, too, curled a bit with his legs over Sungmin’s and his head planted on Zhou Mi’s thigh.
“I get this end, huh?” Sungmin said, smacking Kyuhyun’s butt.
Kyuhyun just laughed and squirmed back a little.
So it was going to be like that then. He gave Kyuhyun another smack for good measure, trading an amused look with Zhou Mi. And then settled in for a movie.
***
Prompt: qmimin - smut smut
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If someone had asked him six months before, he would have denied it. If someone had told Zhou Mi six months previous that he would be kneeling with a man at his back and another smirking up at him, he’d have laughed at them.
But he wasn’t laughing then as Sungmin sucked at his neck and his hips took a slow grind that slid him deeper each time. And there was Kyuhyun, his mouth already swollen from getting Sungmin hard. His wicked tongue was not sharp when it traced and curled, wetting the way for the press of his lips and the parting of them. The wet sucking had him gasping, bracing against the sensation and Sungmin against him.
Every drive Sungmin took pressed him deeper against Kyuhyun’s tongue, and Kyuhyun chuckled, adjusting so that Zhou Mi could thrust into his mouth. There was nowhere to escape, caught between Sungmin’s hips and Kyuhyun’s mouth. No matter which way he moved, he clutched at Sungmin’s arms, and gasping, watched Kyuhyun swallow him.
To even think of trying to hold back was pain as he clenched his jaw, Sungmin’s teeth scraping at his skin.
“Zhou Mi,” Sungmin moaned, stroking deep and solid, and Kyuhyun echoed it around him.
Their names were tangled in his head, neither on his tongue when he wanted both, and he babbled and dug his fingers tight.
And with a shout, Zhou Mi came for them.
***
Prompt: Since you lied writing cats:- Qmi kind of princess and the frog-ed? Zhou Mi is trapped in a cats body as part of a curse. Kyuhyun sets him free. idk have fun with it.
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The tabby cat with the green eyes wouldn’t leave him alone. Kyuhyun came home from work to find the cat outside of his door, meowing loudly up at him, or weaving between his ankles with a lilting little sound. A couple of times, the cat even made it into his apartment only to be chased back out. Though Kyuhyun sometimes gave the cat a little piece of cooked meat. There was a collar around the cat’s neck but Kyuhyun never got a good look at it. The cat would let him pet it, would purr almost if Kyuhyun looked too hard.
Then Kyuhyun woke up one morning to find the cat beside him on the pillow, looking very smug.
“How did you—“
Kyuhyun had brought home groceries the night before, and the cat had been politely in the hallway watching.
“Did you sneak in?”
The cat meowed, long tail flicking down onto the blanket.
“Well, you didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night, so that’s something. Don’t you have a home to go to? Or are you one of those wandering cats that have a different home every night.”
The cat purred as Kyuhyun scratched under his chin, and for the first time, Kyuhyun got to see what the little charm on the collar said.
“Is your name Zhou Mi?”
The cat stood and chirped, staring at Kyuhyun so intently. He’d never had a cat like Zhou Mi be so aggressive in trying to stay with him.
“I’m usually allergic to cats. We’ll see how it goes, though. Don’t pee in my shoes. I’ll get… I’ll get stuff.”
It was nice having company, actually. Zhou Mi wasn’t a loud cat, and didn’t attempt to leap into Kyuhyun’s food. He did insist on being close to Kyuhyun, staring at Kyuhyun quite intently sometimes as though trying to unravel a secret or send brain waves to Kyuhyun’s mind.
For a couple of days, Zhou Mi disappeared and Kyuhyun had almost convinced himself that Zhou Mi wasn’t coming back until Zhou Mi was once again against his ankle and trotting inside to sit by the blue food dish that Kyuhyun had bought for him.
“Did you have a cat adventure, Zhou Mi?” Kyuhyun asked, tweaking one of Zhou Mi’s ears and scooping out a measure of food.
Zhou Mi purred.
And didn’t leave Kyuhyun’s apartment again after that.
Kyuhyun called a few shelters, kept an eye open for flyers, but no one was looking for a cat named Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi slept on Kyuhyun’s spare pillow, and napped curled on Kyuhyun’s lap or on his laptop keys. He was clean, submitting to a bath with what seemed like enjoyment. Sometimes Kyuhyun would find Zhou Mi curled on an open book almost like he was reading it. Kyuhyun would wake from naps to find Zhou Mi lathing his hand, rubbing his neck up against Kyuhyun’s fingers.
Sometimes he felt something almost like static when his fingers touched Zhou Mi’s collar.
He didn’t even think to take it off, until one day he was buying cat food and saw a collar that sparkled. Zhou Mi would like that. All he had to do was remove the other collar, and maybe slide the tag onto it. He had to cut the old one off, frowning when he couldn’t find a clasp or buckle.
“I dub thee Sir Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun joked, putting the jeweled collar around Zhou Mi’s neck. Zhou Mi purred at him, slept beside him, and walked around with, Kyuhyun thought, perhaps just a bit more dignity than he had before.
Kyuhyun woke one morning, looking for Zhou Mi. His eyes widened as he kept looking down, and down. Bare skin, and more of it, a naked man stretched the full length of his bed.
In his hand, a jeweled collar.
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun said out loud, wondering how the cat had gotten displaced by a naked man. He wondered if he’d have to run.
But the man opened his eyes, brown, not green, and said, “Yes?”
They stared at each other. At the collar Zhou Mi held. Kyuhyun was still tense and ready to spring away when Zhou Mi reached out and touched Kyuhyun’s cheek with his fingertips.
“When you cut off the collar and I didn’t change, I thought it hadn’t worked, that the curse was never going to— Oh. Kyuhyun.”
Curse rattled through Kyuhyun’s empty brain. Zhou Mi. Cat. Human. Naked human. What curse. Needed clothes.
In the end he got Zhou Mi a robe, and after Zhou Mi wobbled a bit as he walked out to the kitchen on two legs, a mug of hot chocolate. He grinned almost too brightly for Kyuhyun to look at.
“I’m not used to being up this high,” Zhou Mi said. “I don’t have to leap up on things any more. I can pick things up again!”
Kyuhyun was still coming to grips that, during the night, his cat hadn’t let a naked man into his apartment. There were no extra shoes, or clothes. Nothing in the hallway. All he had was a little blue dish, and Zhou Mi still clutching the damn collar. He nearly laughed imagining forcing Zhou Mi to bare his teeth so he could be sure Zhou Mi hadn’t eaten the cat or something.
And then he watched Zhou Mi tilt his head in a very familiar way, lifting a hand and licking along his wrist for half a second before pausing.
“Habit,” Zhou Mi said, dropping his hand, and then moaning a bit into his mug. Yeah. Chocolate did that to him sometimes, too.
“The collar made you a cat?” Kyuhyun asked, finally able to get the words out, even if he wasn’t sure he believed it. And his second question, “How did you end up here?”
Or more specifically, with Kyuhyun. There was still a bit of feline mystery in the way that Zhou Mi’s lips curved, and the story came out, bit by bit.
Zhou Mi had seen him one night, and followed him home. Maybe it had been chance, maybe something more. He’d been in other homes, hoped to be freed by other people. But it was Kyuhyun who had freed Zhou Mi from the curse that had bound him, even if he hadn’t known what he was doing. Zhou Mi was too big for Kyuhyun’s lap, though he tried. It wasn’t like he believed over the space of a few minutes.
Zhou Mi put the shining collar onto his wrist with a smile on his face. And he kept it on, and the replacements Kyuhyun bought for him, for the rest of his life.
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Prompt: could i ask for wonkyumi threesome of some sort (i cling to the theory that everyone secretly loves zhou mi) smut
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It was Kyuhyun who noticed the staring, and Zhou Mi who didn’t believe it.
“He wants you,” Kyuhyun whispered in his ear. “Maybe more than your ass.”
Zhou Mi licked his lips and wondered, and that didn’t keep Kyuhyun from kissing him and moaning for him.
And touching Zhou Mi where Siwon could see. It wasn’t even a possessive thing as much as it was showing off, seeing how Siwon would react.
Kyuhyun was balls-deep in him, face above his, when he said, “I’d be okay with Siwon joining us. It’s sad to see him lusting after you.”
And he kissed Zhou Mi, a tiny press of lips, a tease.
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, his brain focused on the hand Kyuhyun was using to stroke him.
“I wonder what he wants? Your mouth, maybe. Or maybe he just wants to suck you off. I’m cool with that. I just want to be there. I want to…see. We promised to share everything.”
Zhou Mi could barely manage sound as Kyuhyun jerked him faster.
“I wonder how long you’d last if he was fucking you, while you fucked—“
There was no way he could have held back.
And Kyuhyun touching him in front of Siwon was not tease, but offering. Maybe it was just once. They’d all agreed, Siwon’s eyes lingering for a moment on Kyuhyun’s hand high on Zhou Mi’s thigh. Or maybe on the fact that he was hard just saying the words, “Join us, if you want.”
There were no limitations, no rules. Siwon stepped up to him nearly nose to nose and stroked his hips. It was only after that that Siwon kissed him, lips different from Kyuhyun’s, taste different. Siwon, for all his sweetness, kissed bold. Maybe even too hard for a moment as though he was too hungry for it, until he broke away to pull Zhou MI’s shirt over his head.
He glanced to see Kyuhyun palming himself through his underwear, and reached for the button of his pants. He and Siwon struggled for it together, getting his pants open, and Siwon’s, pressing cloth down and sucking at Siwon’s tongue as their cocks pressed together.
But they were sharing. He remembered that, as he turned Siwon toward Kyuhyun. He watched, catching his breath, as Kyuhyun wrapped his fingers around Siwon’s erection.
“This is why we can’t stand him,” Kyuhyun said mildly. It was thicker than either of them, though not longer. But all Siwon did was moan.
“You,” Zhou Mi said, and needed no other words as he knelt and bared Kyuhyun’s body. With wet mouth, he took half of Kyuhyun’s cock. As he had before, one, two, three hundred times. He’d never counted. But as he sucked and felt Kyuhyun grow harder, there were hands along his sides, along his thighs, lips against his neck as Siwon teased his nipples, his stomach. His concentration was split between the want to please, and the enjoyment of being touched.
“You’re gorgeous,” Siwon murmured, and teased him utterly. All he wanted was for Siwon to keep touching him, and he knew if Siwon did, it would be over far too soon.
Siwon only cupped him with a hand and asked Kyuhyun for lube.
The knowing look that Kyuhyun sent made Zhou Mi wonder if they’d discussed it. He gasped at the loss of Kyuhyun’s cock, licking his lips and empty as Siwon was handed condoms and lube. And when Siwon stood, and pressed his condom-covered cock to Zhou Mi’s lips, he opened for it.
Siwon swore as he had never heard Siwon swear before. There was a soft whistle from Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi relaxed his jaw and pulled Siwon deeper until he could take no more without choking.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun muttered as Zhou Mi sucked, and Siwon ran rough fingers through Zhou Mi’s hair.
There was a wet snap as Siwon pulled Zhou Mi’s head away, and he grunted as Siwon pulled him up, pulling him close on jellied legs for Siwon to suck against his throat and spin him.
And Zhou Mi finally saw why, saw the reason for Kyuhyun’s cursing. Siwon nudged Zhou Mi to the bed, onto his knees - and he braced his hands on Kyuhyun’s spread thighs, and watched as Kyuhyun’s fingers pressed deep. Kyuhyun was so smug and Zhou Mi would have been angry but for the cool press of Siwon’s fingers and the mouth against his neck. When Siwon’s fingers slid into him, they mirrored what Kyuhyun was doing, only added by the press of teeth and Siwon’s stroking hand. Kyuhyun moaned and writhed as he brushed his own prostate and Zhou Mi watched with dazed eyes.
“What are you waiting for,” Kyuhyun barked, and Siwon helped him, knees sliding and elbows bracing. It was Siwon who held him steady and nudged his hips. And Kyuhyun took him in, teeth bared in a grimace of enjoyment. “Finally.”
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure he could say the same as he gasped when Siwon stopped his progress. With first one, and then both hands on Zhou Mi’s hips, Siwon’s cock replaced his fingers.
“I can’t do this,” Zhou Mi panted, banging his forehead on Kyuhyun’s collarbone.
Kyuhyun, the soul of sympathy, chuckled and patting the back of his head. “Too good?”
Siwon shifted, and Kyuhyun’s hips rose, and Zhou Mi whined.
Caught between them.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
It was like a three legged race, trying to find the rhythm. When Siwon pressed in, and when Kyuhyun’s hips braced, and how Zhou Mi moved between them. Forward or back, there was pleasure to be had. Sometimes they paused with Zhou Mi trapped unable to move, hands all over him, Kyuhyun’s tongue in his mouth and moaning. It was the only reason he lasted more than a couple of minutes, but even that couldn’t stop it. Kyuhyun was too tight, and Siwon too quick and his head lowered.
“Kyuhyun, I can’t, I can’t—“
It was with his body’s blessing that he came, moans progressively higher at Siwon’s hard thrusts, slipping deeper as Siwon groaned behind him. He was sucking in air as Kyuhyun kissed his head, and before he left, Siwon kissed the corner of his mouth and left them together.
“I didn’t even get to thank him,” Zhou Mi almost slurred.
“You’ll get to later,” Kyuhyun said. “Was it good?”
Was it? It had certainly been…
It was slower, after, when Kyuhyun turned him, and kissed him, and slid into him. Maybe it was because Kyuhyun hadn’t come, or maybe it was because he needed Zhou Mi, too, and needed to remind them both of what they had together. And Zhou Mi need him.
***
Prompt: qmi - hunger games
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They could have run away and they could have hidden but it would have done them no good.
It was cold.
Kyuhyun shivered and peeled off wet layers to try and keep himself from getting too cold. A fire was asking to be found. In the pack he had grabbed, there were tiny tins of fuel that could be burned for heat, but he was saving those until he was desperate. At the very least, his fur-lined boots hadn’t gotten soaked. He got his feet back into them in his only pair of socks, and shivered with his blanket wrapped around him.
He’d seen three people—
He wasn’t going to just give up. He had to try. But he wanted warmth, first, the last illusion of comfort, of memory. Curling by the fire with his mother’s hand petting his hair.
Rocks slid down into his little hollow and he tensed, gripping the knife he had found as a boy not much older than he was slid down slow, obscuring his progress behind him.
“Night’s coming soon,” Zhou Mi said.
They hadn’t been chosen together. The others had laughed at Zhou Mi, calling him soft, though that had changed when he had shown them he was strong.
Even if Zhou Mi betrayed him, it was worth having someone near for a little longer. With Zhou Mi’s blanket, and a place they could both defend and escape, they slept.
And hoped.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi convinces Kyuhyun to pose as a life drawing model and the understanding that it does not reach the internet. However, Mi has a short attention span and a liking for bright colours so the drawing ends up weird.
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“What exactly would I be wearing, exactly?”
There was hemming and hawing, and Kyuhyun wasn’t fooled in the least.
“Not naked,” he said, voice firm.
“Maybe not at first?” Zhou Mi agreed, a smile in his voice even as he rustled with his notebooks.
“Can’t you just imagine that part?”
“If I wanted to try drawing from imagination or memory, I wouldn’t need you there, would I?” Zhou Mi said, being all logical about it. “I’ve seen it all before.”
“Yeah, but. Not when I’m just sitting around on display like some kind of marble statue.”
Zhou Mi laughed at him.
In the end, he was convinced because it was only going to be Zhou Mi, and he could watch TV during the process. Just sitting there staring at Zhou Mi staring at him was not okay.
Besides he’d start getting curious about what exactly Zhou Mi was drawing, and why he had on that expression, and down that road was nothing good.
So he watched a drama, and Zhou Mi drew to his heart’s content while Kyuhyun contended with goosebumps and an itching need to move. Every so often Zhou Mi made a pleased sound, and Kyuhyun’s eyebrows twitched.
“Done!” Zhou Mi declared, halfway into the second drama episode.
Kyuhyun belted his robe up and all but locked it down.
“Can I see?”
“Of course!”
When Zhou Mi turned the paper around, Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he was more blinded by Zhou Mi’s smile or Zhou Mi’s…drawing.
That was Kyuhyun on the paper all right, relaxed just as Zhou Mi had posed him. That had been all he’d really expected.
But then there was the blue and orange background surrounding him. And other…things.
There was a cat trailed by a rainbow, some kind of fluffy chicken, an orange tree, and what might have been a taco. Kyuhyun was wearing some kind of crown. And a kilt. At least he wasn’t naked.
There were some scattered music notes around his hips which was more than a little disconcerting, because he wasn’t sure exactly what Zhou Mi thought was singing.
All that was missing was Zhou Mi coloring him in green.
“What.”
“It was boring just like that,” Zhou Mi said. “Isn’t it fun?”
(Upon further inspection, Zhou Mi had drawn him twice - once like normal in all his naked (glory?) and once like a crayon box had exploded. And for all he was bewildered, Kyuhyun preferred the last one.)
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Prompt: SciFi qmi please?
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“How’s that going, Captain?”
The snort was pretty immediate, even as hard as Kyuhyun was concentrating on the maps showing their flight path. All Zhou Mi could’ve seen, if he’d cared to look, were stars. That got a little boring after a while, even flicking through constellations in his head. Space, the concept of it, hadn’t gotten old, no. But like any route traveled too many times, he stopped scene the scenery and focused on the doing.
“They’re shifting the shipping lanes again,” Kyuhyun said, only the barest hint of a whine in his voice.
It wasn’t as though it really impacted them a lot. They shifted their course. Sometimes it made their trip an hour or two longer, sometimes shorter.
“You’re the one who didn’t want to get a shipping license,” Zhou Mi reminded him.
The lanes were for dedicated shippers and those with with licenses. They marked the most direct routes from station to station, and from the planet to the moon.
When Kyuhyun scowled at his map, Zhou Mi tried to hide his chuckle. He mouthed along as Kyuhyun spoke.
“Who wants to be stuck with a bunch of lumbering beasts in line for inspection? That’s why we came to space. Freedom!”
“Freedom!” Zhou Mi said at the exact same time, and Kyuhyun stared at him. “Freedom is the best. We both know that.”
“Right.”
Zhou Mi grinned and settled back in his chair to wait for Kyuhyun to be satisfied. They were hauling oranges, synthetic boards, and boxes full of staples. For some reason that had amused Kyuhyun. They’d be on their way to another payday, another place to dock and explore. It wasn’t the traveling that excited Zhou Mi - it was seeing all the new places, new people. And that he got to do that with Kyuhyun.
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Prompt: Your story, Fins, with merman Mimi, I loved it and read through it again and I was wondering if you'd mind doing a little side bit about Kyuhyun adjusting to his new form or whatever happened after. Anyway, thank you
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Things he could remember from swimming was the rushing sound when he ducked underwater, like the cold in his ears mean he could hear all of the currents. Water didn’t get into his ears any longer, or he didn’t thing so anyway. Maybe it was because his body was the same temperature as the water, curled on a sea rock or in a sandy bed, eating fish and sea plants, and drinking from springs that Zhou Mi had a sixth sense for.
It was strange not having legs, having to move his lower body, smooth and sure. Zhou Mi had guided him when he’d been learning, hands tight together and shoulders bumping.
Zhou Mi had watched him, worried, that Kyuhyun would regret, that his head would rise above water and he’d look at the land he’d left behind.
They’d find others like them, eventually, and they wouldn’t be alone. He thought one thing Zhou Mi couldn’t be worried of was Kyuhyun being more enthralled of them than of Zhou Mi.
He could twist and turn in the water, whirling it around him. He was part of the ocean, just just a thing in it.
Sometimes Zhou Mi kissed him and he could nearly feel it in his toes.
And he didn’t even have them any more.
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Prompt: Since SuJu's SMTown week theme is Treasure Island, could you write something pirate au (preferably qmi but I'm not picky) Thank youuu~
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It was hard to imagine how they’d started.
It hadn’t been in a cell, some bring.
Though Kyuhyun argued that one until he was blue in the face.
“You locked me up!”
“You were too uptight,” Zhou Mi said, dismissing his concern.
“I was going arrest you.”
Zhou Mi stared at him. “So I took you captive first.”
(It had been a very long voyage, and Kyuhyun’s men had done so well - they were within half a day of the legendary pirate Zhou and well-patched sails. At least, they had thought. In the dead of night, Zhou Mi’s crew had boarded them. Not one man’s life had been lost, but a fair chunk of supplies, all their gold. What they couldn’t make off with, like the heaviest of cannons, they’d dropped into the sea. And then Kyuhyun, bound and shouting through his gag, had been taken onto the ship - the bounty as the captain of one of the finest ships of the fleet. He could be ransomed. The rest of the crew had been left bound but for one who’d been given a little boost into sleep. It’d take half a day’s work with all the men in fine form to get the ship ready to sail, and by then Zhou Mi and his crew had been long since gone.
When Kyuhyun had stopped yelling himself red in the face, Zhou Mi had calmly told him that the crew had been left all their food. They were in no danger.
Kyuhyun had harrumphed.
“Not all pirates kill,” Zhou Mi said, patting the side of Kyuhyun’s face with incredible insolence. And then the worst words of all: “Lock him up.”)
It seemed like captains were easily come by, even those with battle experience. Not one offer of ransom had been answered, which meant that Kyuhyun had gone from a tiny cell to a locked cabin. It was something he’d appreciated.
A couple of weeks of no contact but for someone bringing his meals or maybe spitting on his floor turned into a month, and a few weeks more. But after the first week in the new, small, cabin, at least he had someone to speak to.
“If they won’t pay for me, you might as well let me go,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi had smiled, his chin in his hand from where he sat.
“But where would we be then? Without a little wildcat who hisses at us when we try to feed him.”
Kyuhyun scowled.
And he’d scowled when Zhou Mi brought him books, or when he brought a game that they had eventually learned to enjoy.
“It’s difficult speaking to the crew,” Zhou Mi said, considering a move.
“They need to respect you, not be your friend.”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Exactly.”
But with Kyuhyun there was no such impediment.
Two months and two weeks to the day, Zhou Mi led Kyuhyun to the deck, to the fresh sea air. He hadn't even been bound.
“I could try to kill you,” Kyuhyun said, startled at the display of trust and staring at the wicked knife in Zhou Mi’s belt.
Without taking his eyes from the sea, Zhou Mi said, “You could try.”
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Prompt: Qmi mpreq tq^^
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There was a certain amount of not knowing how it happened that went into it. Some men went all their lives, some were the world’s most fertile garden patch. Generally speaking, though, what happened had been so incredibly improbable—
“At least it isn’t twins,” Zhou Mi said.
Twins. Twins would’ve meant four—
Between them there would be two babies. And that was plenty.
There had been talk about hormones, and suppressing drugs, and how incredibly rare, and how unique. Kyuhyun had left the doctor’s office with a headache, a sore back, and pregnant.
And so had Zhou Mi.
They had, as best as anyone could tell, conceived within days of each other.
“We’re not even going to be able to kiss each other,” Kyuhyun said.
He pressed his hand to Zhou Mi’s still-flat belly, and couldn’t even imagine.
“I’ll be able to kiss you no matter what,” Zhou Mi said, folding him close.
“What if I go into labor before you? What if we go into labor at the same time? I don’t want to have surgery without—“
“We’ve got a while,” Zhou Mi soothed.
“You knocked me up,” Kyuhyun said, slapping Zhou Mi’s butt and sighing. “Though I knocked you up, too, so. Babies, huh.”
“Me and you, Kuixian,” Zhou Mi said, laughing softly. “Only me and you.”
***
“I wonder how my baby could be bigger,” Zhou Mi said, turning the sonogram printout around.
Though, Kyuhyun was momentarily offended for the little almost-baby inside him.
“This is your baby, too!”
“Our little potatoes,” Zhou Mi said, since the doctor had likened the sizes to potatoes.
Still, it felt like a pretty big potato considering the rounding going on in his stomach, and that wasn’t exactly a new phenomenon on his landscape. How Zhou Mi’s was bigger and he wasn’t even showing as much, Kyuhyun didn’t know, but it wasn’t the first time he’d been envious. Zhou Mi seemed to be eating about twice as much, too.
“Eating for the baby,” Zhou Mi whispered to him at midnight, just before a lovely episode of heartburn because Zhou Mi never listened.
They’d read books, and they’d passed milestones. Zhou Mi had been the only one with morning sickness, though it’d been fairly mild. Kyuhyun had scraped by with a week of queasy afternoons.
There was a betting pool going between their friends on if they were going to have two girls, two boys, or one of each. He was pretty sure no matter how that panned out, there were only going to be two. He thought Zhou Mi agreed, the way he grimaced down at the crib they were putting together, both hands in his lower back and wearing very fashionable stretchy shorts.
“You look hot,” Kyuhyun said, holding up his cell phone and taping Zhou Mi’s answer.
“I think you said that before you knocked me up.”
“Zhou Mi! Now we can never show this to the kids.”
Zhou Mi huffed at him.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi looked really hot at Shanghai countdown thingy today. Kyuhyun decides he needs to get 2014 off to a good start.
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“Hey,” he whispered, and poked and tugged.
Zhou Mi finally got the message after a good thirty seconds of listening to the conversation flying around them. Zhou Mi didn’t even have to say anything because the question on his face was wondering what Kyuhyun wanted. So he leaned in close, even closer than usual, whispering against Zhou Mi’s ear.
“I only want to do one thing first this year. One person.”
He didn’t think it was his imagination that the hand Zhou Mi had steadied on his hip went just a bit tighter.
No one really complained when they slipped out, no one tried to stop them. His head was lowered like he was tired and Zhou Mi was doing soothing little pats to his back. It was all so believable.
In the elevator going up to their floor he caught Zhou Mi’s hips and pulled them back against him. It got him the pressure and friction he wanted, hid how his pants started pressing out, and theoretically hid their actions from any cameras. The little catches in Zhou Mi’s breath made him want to moan because he knew what Zhou Mi was imagining them doing.
They did up every lock on the door, leaving shoes haphazard and dropping aside the jackets.
“You looked really hot tonight,” Kyuhyun said as Zhou Mi’s shirt fell.
When Zhou Mi replied, it was in Mandarin, rough and filthy sounding. Kyuhyun had no idea what it meant. Sometimes he thought Zhou Mi did that to drive him out of his mind, sometimes he thought Zhou Mi wanted him to just imagine.
Though when Zhou Mi got Kyuhyun’s underwear down, both his hands cupping Kyuhyun’s ass, he knew exactly what Zhou Mi said. He knew when Zhou Mi said more, harder. Instructions he got. Endearments he got. The rest made him flush. It wasn’t a kink exactly, but it kind of was the way Zhou Mi grinned at him. The lube was still there, tucked between the mattress and wall, and Zhou Mi moaned against his mouth as Kyuhyun used both hands to make him harder, to get him slick.
Zhou Mi’s lips were wet when he rested back on the mattress, his eyes hungry up and down Kyuhyun’s body as he reached to touch Kyuhyun’s chest, his thighs. Poised above Zhou Mi, it was his show to put on, humming and rocking his hips as he slid two fingers into himself. And Zhou Mi’s teeth fixed on his lower lip made Kyuhyun grin, stroking himself and then Zhou Mi, keeping them both hard as he teased.
“Kuixian. Okay. I need—”
Exactly what Kyuhyun did, he knew that, face tight in concentration as he sank onto Zhou Mi and gave them both what they needed. He braced on the wall as his hips rose and fell, bending in for slick kisses and Zhou Mi’s moans. And more Mandarin as Zhou Mi stroked his arms, cupped Kyuhyun’s face and lifted his hips to meet Kyuhyun’s. How gorgeous he was, how good he felt, how much Zhou Mi wanted him. Those were all things he imagined, and also knew.
It was flattering himself, and there was the sharp edge to Zhou Mi’s smile as Zhou Mi reached to stroke him in time with their hips.
“Zhou Mi.”
He hadn’t even had to beg.
He came first because Zhou Mi’s hand was relentless, the vision of Zhou Mi’s face in pleasure too much to handle. And he never stopped moving because Zhou Mi still needed.
He was sure they were pleas, the rolling words and cries. But when Zhou Mi came, his eyes unfocused on Kyuhyun’s face, his name on Zhou Mi’s lips was all he needed to hear.
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Prompt: Qmi fic: Kyu gets caught jerking off to thoughts of Zhoumi. May it be by Zhoumi himself or maybe Heechul to make hilarity insue. smut
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Obviously he knew what to do. He knew how to touch, how to grip, how wet he liked it. A good decade and then some of experience lent him all the expertise he required.
The thoughts in his head varied from kind of romantic to outright dirty, but they had definitely taken a solid turn in who they featured. Instead of whichever celebrity crush or the random hot person he’d seen somewhere, or someone he’d seen in a dirty movie, he didn’t think anyone would begrudge him thinking about Zhou Mi. Except maybe Zhou Mi, and that’d be weird if he ever knew, which was why Kyuhyun didn’t exactly poke Zhou Mi’s arm and say hey, thanks for helping get me off last night. In my head.
Because that wouldn’t be awkward.
Getting privacy sometimes was like asking to fly. He took advantage of it.
He pictured Zhou Mi’s hands touching him, Zhou Mi’s lips, the softness of his tongue. He tilted his head, imagining kisses to his neck, to his mouth.
“Zhou Mi,” he muttered, feeling the drag on his skin.
A creek of the door had his eyes flying open. Three seconds later, he had the entire volume of the blankets on his bed on his lap, heat burning his cheeks as Heechul stared at him with raised eyebrows. And if that wasn’t worse enough, as he wondered if Heechul had heard, Zhou Mi was just beyond Heechul’s shoulder.
He wanted to babble, make excuses, and he knew he’d just dig himself a deeper hole if he did.
“I guess I should’ve knocked,” Heechul said.
And Kyuhyun still couldn’t see if Heechul was amused to catch Kyuhyun jerking off or what, digging his fingers into the blanket a little tighter.
“You need something?” he got out, ignoring Zhou Mi entirely. If he pretended Zhou Mi wasn’t there, maybe it’d mean he’d never known.
“I was going to see if you and Zhou Mi were hungry. I think I got my answer.”
Kyuhyun nearly hissed, his whole posture sinking for a moment as Heechul turned and murmured something to Zhou Mi that he couldn’t hear.
And then Zhou Mi was stumbling into the middle of the floor, and Heechul was calling, “Lock this first, this time.”
There was color flooding Zhou Mi’s cheeks, too. But even as he was clutching his blankets, his body gave a treacherous twitch.
“Heechul isn’t going to forget this,” Kyuhyun said, and he wasn’t even sure why.
“I don’t think so,” Zhou Mi agreed.
But when he heard the door lock with Zhou Mi still inside, he let out a sigh and waited.
For a moment it was awkward, like all of his words were kind of trapped up and Kyuhyun hated that.
He didn’t want to know. And yet, he kind of had to.
“Did you hear…?”
“I did,” Zhou Mi said.
It was heroic effort that kept Kyuhyun from wincing.
“Did you see…?” Kyuhyun asked, trying not to squirm and not flush harder as Zhou Mi’s lips twitched.
“Not much. Half a second?”
Before he’d gotten the blankets up.
He was probably supposed to apologize. That was probably the most ideal thing.
“What were you thinking about me doing?” Zhou Mi ventured, getting so close as to sit on the bed. He wasn’t looking at Kyuhyun, exactly. More in the vicinity of his belly, which was way too close for his brain to handle in any way.
He wasn’t sure what was the safest, what he could say without combusting or Zhou Mi hitting him.
“Your…mouth?” he said, and he kept his eyes firmly on the blanket except for a glance up to see that same mouth parting a bit.
“You have a pretty mouth,” Zhou Mi said. Which was great, and neither here nor there when Kyuhyun was doing some embarrassing confessing.
“Okay.”
“I think about it, too,” Zhou Mi said.
And that time he did meeting Zhou Mi’s eyes, both almost looking away as they absorbed the shock and the confession.
“About me?” Kyuhyun asked, which was probably the stupidest thing he could’ve right then, but Zhou Mi was nodding, tongue darting out to wet his mouth.
“Heechul knows. That’s why…”
“Oh. Oh, so because he figured out I—“
Zhou Mi’s head inclined, agreement.
“So we. You want. I. Okay.”
Somewhere in the middle of Kyuhyun’s starts and stops, Zhou Mi had started to smile, started to stand, and Kyuhyun for a very long moment thought that Zhou Mi was going to leave right in the middle of his mortification and surge of surprised lust.
But Zhou Mi didn’t really stand. Instead, he turned and kneeled and tilted his head and for a moment looked almost too pretty to be real.
“Okay,” Zhou Mi said, seeming to echo Kyuhyun’s words.
Kyuhyun blinked at him, his body seeming to understand with a nice big throb before his brain did. Zhou Mi, on his knees, agreeing, on his knees. On his knees.
So he wiggled, trying not to knee Zhou Mi in the face while still clutching his blanket like a lifeline. Zhou Mi actually laughed at him, pulling it away until there was only a corner left hiding whatever skin was between his tangled pajama bottoms and his shirt.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi said when he finally wrestled the cloth and Kyuhyun’s hands away. And those, those were the smug lips when Zhou Mi looked up at him. Yeah, okay, he got hard at the drop of a hat sometimes, but that was all for Zhou Mi right there.
His hand stuttered on Zhou Mi’s shoulder, but Zhou Mi’s head lifted to meet him without a pause, and that was how he got to kiss Zhou Mi first. It seemed right, somehow, kissing before Zhou Mi got too much more acquainted with all the rest. Though, foresight hadn’t told him how much he’d like it, how much he wanted to slide down into Zhou Mi lap and coax out a few more of those little hums.
His breath was ragged when Zhou Mi squished both his cheeks and almost waggled his face. And a thought occurred to him.
“I want to, too. I don’t just want you to— I want to, too,” he said, in case Zhou Mi was wondering.
“Something I’ve wanted for a long time. You and me.”
Kyuhyun just nodded and Zhou Mi smiled at him and kissed him again.
“Okay?” Zhou Mi asked, eyes almost too bright.
He nodded, his brain cells dissolving from want and admiration. “Yeah.”
Zhou Mi stroked him with fingertips first, letting his thumb and forefinger slowly grip and slide as Kyuhyun’s breath hissed out. It was just a hand and it might as well have been an electric hand as he caught Zhou Mi licking his lips and leaning.
It was all he could do not to come when Zhou Mi’s lips slid down around him.
If Heechul had knocked, they could’ve been sitting across from each other eating instead of the warm, wet glory of Zhou Mi’s mouth and the pressure of his fingers. He went from hard to hardest, feeling Zhou Mi swallow and hum, his hair shining as his head lifted. It was both good and not good that he couldn’t see right then. He wanted to but he knew he’d have bucked right off the bed just knowing what he was looking at.
Two years since he’d been touched by anyone else, two years and hundreds of fantasies, and not one of them actually told him how good it would feel.
Zhou Mi’s cheeks hollowed and Kyuhyun’s moan was short and pained.
“Gonna come,” Kyuhyun gasped.
And Zhou Mi didn’t slow, didn’t soften. He kept stroking, and sucking, and sliding his tongue and it was the thought that he was going to come in Zhou Mi’s mouth that had him coming, fingers in Zhou Mi’s hair as he gasped.
He was all bent over Zhou Mi’s head and shoulders when Zhou Mi gently sat him up. He was only mildly mortified when Zhou Mi rubbed at the corner of his mouth where he’d maybe drooled a little, but Zhou Mi was smiling at him like it was cute, like was cute. And maybe sexy, too.
“Better than lunch,” Zhou Mi teased, and Kyuhyun nearly laughed, leaning in as Zhou Mi stroked his neck. And he moaned as Zhou Mi’s tongue slid against his as Zhou Mi kissed him.
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Date: 2014-01-01 07:03 am (UTC)