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coley_merrin) wrote2014-06-15 02:39 pm
coley_merrin) wrote2014-06-15 02:39 pm
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[Fic] Two of You
Title: Two of You
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: up to NC-17
Genres: fluff, smut, omegaverse
Summary: 20 qmi requests of different types. Smut prompts are marked.
Prompt: qmi - suits
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It might’ve been the fact that they were so put together that it made them want to mess each other up. Or maybe it was the part where layers started coming off and they couldn’t appreciate it until they saw it reflected back at them on the monitors. They’d done it all a hundred times in the practice room, sweating at the mirrors, but it was different when they were all dressed up and had all the visuals to go with it.
It was a light that gave them an opportunity, a bulb that broke and started flickering in a non-controlled kind of way. Part of the set had to be moved, a replacement bulb had to be found.
The thing about suits, they gave so much to hold onto. Lapels, ties, belts, collars. And even then, Kyuhyun still grasped at his waist when Zhou Mi backed him up against the wall. They couldn’t mess up their clothes, couldn’t destroy their makeup, but it was still delicious precious, delicious heat as as Kyuhyun groaned softly. Zhou Mi wanted to grasp his thighs and pull him up high enough to—
He’d probably have been leaving marks on Kyuhyun’s neck if they’d had time for that, at the perfect height for it, all wrapped around him.
It took a few undone buttons of shirts, lifted undershirts and tucked-down pants. It wasn’t perfect protection, and it couldn’t be quick, but it was something. Their lips touched between soft moans, hands stroking each other without the benefit of almost anything except ingenuity and swamping need. They could ignore the trembling muscles of too many takes for that one moment of just them together.
He could feel Kyuhyun panting against his face, and stroked quicker, Kyuhyun so tense against him. And Kyuhyun muffled his moan in Zhou Mi’s neck when he came, carefully caught by Zhou Mi’s hands and paper towels they’d produced. It let him rock into Kyuhyun’s hand with abandon, savoring the gasps as he caught just the tiniest edge of Kyuhyun’s ear between his teeth and closed his eyes to urge himself.
“Zhou Mi, come on,” Kyuhyun breathed, and Zhou Mi obeyed, pressing into the skin of Kyuhyun’s belly and letting himself go. Kyuhyun draped against him, Kyuhyun moaning his name, Kyuhyun kissing him. He savored all those images as he tried to breathe normally again. He blinked as Kyuhyun shoved him back a generous inch to clean them both, and then it was a race to straighten shirts and button pants. Almost like it hadn’t happened, except for the slight sheen of sweat on Kyuhyun’s forehead.
That they dried, since they’d get a touch-up anyway before going back to work. And it allowed them a decent thirty seconds for a cuddle, Kyuhyun’s dirty chuckles making Zhou Mi grin into his hair.
“I’m going to sleep over when we’re done,” Kyuhyun whispered when they got themselves standing behind the others, waiting.
He wasn’t sure why they spoke so quietly, nothing left to hide. He knew they’d sleep hard and well, just being close.
***
Prompt: a qmi based on this? https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Bj781lxIUAEuYJu.jpg thanks! :3
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“Have you seen him smile?”
That was the first question put out the moment someone started joking about Zhou Mi’s legs or his nose or anything else. Maybe Kyuhyun had joked, too, once, because he saw pieces of a whole instead of what he should’ve. He could’ve been like everyone else. Okay, not everyone, but he still prided himself on being at least a little special.
And Zhou Mi sat with his chin in his palms, watching Kyuhyun try to say something to that effect.
“So you think I’m—“
“I’m not going to start writing sonnets,” Kyuhyun pointed out quickly, before Zhou Mi started getting some kind of idea. “I just think, you know. You’re.”
His traitorous face started heating as he stumbled and Zhou Mi was watching him like he was a particularly clumsy but adorable puppy.
Sometimes he looked at Zhou Mi and almost deflated inside because there was almost nowhere for the emotions to go, feelings instead of internal organs.
“You’re so cute,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun grunted at him. “You’re so…”
“So…” Kyuhyun led, and allowed himself to be pulled into Zhou Mi’s lap.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi decided finally, nuzzling into Kyuhyun’s hair.
And Zhou Mi was Zhou Mi. That was it exactly.
***
Prompt: I would like some QmiChul, please. Perhaps Heechul welcoming the boys back after a hard round of promotions. Thank you~
***
Kyuhyun was used to it, being the youngest. But when Heechul had said he wanted to welcome them back, he’d expected a little bit more planning than a bag full of snacks and instructions for Kyuhyun to order “something good” - which was subjective given their varying tastes.
But Zhou Mi was beaming, laughing at Heechul’s filming anecdotes and all but engulfing Heechul with his eyes since the time for Heechul to be smothered with hugs hadn’t yet arrived. That was going to be a few drinks later, at least, before one hug turned into two and then Zhou Mi was adoringly slathered all over him.
“We’ll be sleeping forever after this,” Kyuhyun said as he haphazardly handed out glasses.
He only got smacked once for it when a glass nearly veered off the table.
More food, and Heechul had them both in stitches, kicking at them both under the table when they couldn’t stop giggling. Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe Heechul aaas that funny. But he was obviously secretly pleased, too, and Kyuhyun snuck more noodles onto Heechul’s plate.
That got him a smack, too.
And the only reason Heechul didn’t argue at them for falling asleep on his shoulders when they relaxed on the couch, was the fact that he fell asleep first.
***
Prompt: Hihi~ I hope you're doing well!! Could I request Kyu's bff/roommate Henry getting fed up at too much gaming so he starts setting (aka tricking) Kyu into going on blind dates (with other idols) and each is a disaster but Kyu is dense so it keeps happening but then Mi happens and happiness?? Thank you
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There were only so many nights he could listen to Kyuhyun grumbling at his computer. Even if Kyuhyun probably didn’t think he did (or maybe he knew he did). But whatever, he didn’t still didn’t stop and that meant Henry was just treated to wandering around to see Kyuhyun attached to his laptop night after night.
But Henry knew people. More than that, he knew people who knew people. Someone had tone out there who was going to take Kyuhyun’s attention off a screen and onto something else.
“I have a friend who really needs an extra person to go out with them. Because of numbers.”
It was a bad excuse, and it didn’t explain why Henry wasn’t going himself, but Kyuhyun didn’t argue, especially after Henry mentioned food. The guy was totally Kyuhyun’s type.
“How’d it go?” Henry asked when Kyuhyun returned.
“The girls were nice,” Kyuhyun said, shrugging. And then he went to meet his own true laptop.
The next weekend, it was a different guy, and the next another. Kyuhyun seemed perplexed that all of Henry’s friends suddenly required Kyuhyun’s attendance, but he never said no. At least he talked to one of the guys the next time out, though the guy had told Henry later that Kyuhyun had been nose to his phone. The next one had tried to take Kyuhyun shopping and Kyuhyun had ended up accidentally wandering away.
The fourth time, Henry had almost thought it was promising until declared the guy “okay” which was…less than stellar review on Kyuhyun’s part.
He’d almost given up on the fifth time, because Henry actually liked the guy. He wasn’t a Donghae, or a Ryeowook, but he was really nice, and Kyuhyun liked tall guys, and—
And then Kyuhyun came home, humming.
“How was dinner?”
“Good,” Kyuhyun said, scratching behind his ear and rubbing the edge of his phone with his thumb. “He’s coming to pick me up tomorrow because he wants someone to go to a museum with him.”
“Was he nice?”
Kyuhyun smiled, and Henry nearly cringed because the extrusion was so out of place on Kyuhyun’s face.
“Yeah.”
***
Prompt: Can I request a fluff where member(s) complain that Zhou Mi let Kyuhyun get away with too much (otherwise) disrespectful actions? (Does that even make sense? Sorry >.<) Thank you ^^
***
“He walks all over you.”
That got them a very perplexed stare, and everyone was nodding to Zhou Mi’s confusion.
“He talks back to you,” Ryeowook said.
“And he addresses you informally,” Henry put in.
“He uses you as a footstool and a headrest,” Donghae said, though he seemed to be only half paying attention since he was staring at his phone.
Of the three, Henry might’ve been the most outraged, possibly because he didn’t get away with a lot of that stuff. He got Ryeowook on his tail, whereas Kyuhyun didn’t - probably since most of it wasn’t directed at Ryeowook on Kyuhyun’s part. Though Zhou Mi would be surprised if Ryeowook hadn’t said something.
Henry clearly secretly enjoyed getting scolded, that was Zhou Mi’s theory.
But Zhou Mi barely got his mouth open before Ryeowook threw up his hands.
“And don’t say you don’t mind it, because he shouldn’t act like that with you.”
“He steals food from you,” Henry put in, coming up with a new one.
“He gave me food first,” Zhou Mi put in, his voice gentle enough to where everyone actually listened. “It makes me happy. He isn’t doing it to be disrespectful, but to show me how close he feels we are.”
Ryeowook was satisfied, and Henry sniffed. And Donghae kept playing on whatever game he’d been playing before.
***
Prompt: Smut is okay..first time mating or something lol idk >< up to you? I just want something with qmi being wolves..and a hot one at that :DD thank youu (qmi wolf anon :3) smut
***
It was on silk that he was taken, far different than their ancestors who ran the woods and hunted down their mates until they barely had the energy left to seal the bargain. The pack had run so many nights over the last few years that Kyuhyun had wondered if a mate from outside the pack would be his only option. At least, until the last moon, and Zhou Mi had rubbed his head against Kyuhyun’s shoulders and beckoned him to run.
So they had run, and chased, and played, nipping at ears and bowling each other over until almost sunrise. They’d gone home filthy, showering together without touch but watching with cautious eyes.
And when Zhou Mi had received permission to mate him, Kyuhyun had been ready.
He rested, bare, on dark silk sheets, and Zhou Mi touched him. Fingertips against his thighs, his belly, softest lips catching against his nipples. He’d been soft with apprehension to start, but not then with Zhou Mi’s mouth against his skin, pressing lavish kisses and worshiping him.
They could have done it in the woods, Zhou Mi bending him over a log and coming in him to the scent of rotting leaves and the night wind.
Instead he gripped the headboard and let Zhou Mi hold his thighs wide, and moaned as his mate pressed into him. That was the cock he’d seen in the shower, the one pressing into him in urgent little thrusts.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he teased, and then gasped as Zhou Mi’s brows furrowed and he slid deep.
He remembered Zhou Mi’s horrible joke that he was going to knot Kyuhyun and then Kyuhyun would be stuck with him.
It made him nearly snort and moan at the same time as Zhou Mi bent closer, hips rolling against Kyuhyun’s and lips so temptingly close. What had taken him so long, that was what he’d wanted to ask. He could’ve been rolling around in mutual ecstasy for a year, or—
They’d needed to be ready. There was a time, and that night, that moon, they’d been ready.
His head arched back into the pillow at the snap of Zhou Mi’s hips, moaning. He barely had the time part his lips before Zhou Mi was kissing him, tongue sweeping his and absorbing his moans as Zhou Mi gripped his cock and began to stroke. He moaned louder, hips pressing up and desperate and Zhou Mi didn’t stop stoking even after Kyuhyun’s thighs clamped on his hips. He came on urgent whimpers, Zhou Mi biting marks along his neck, shuddering.
“Not going to last,” Zhou Mi warned, like it was something in that moment was going to disappoint.
He dragged his nails up Zhou Mi’s back, watched Zhou Mi nearly snarl as he lifted Kyuhyun’s hips and thrust hard, the knot almost coming as a surprise Kyuhyun yelped and stilled. His cock throbbed as Zhou Mi moaned his name, coming with almost a convulsion of his whole body.
It’d been worth waiting for, he decided, and Zhou Mi smiled that wobbly little smile that seems to indicate he agreed.
“Mine and none other’s,” Zhou Mi said, his forehead against Kyuhyun’s.
Kyuhyun wriggled his hips, getting a moan from Zhou Mi, and smiled.
***
Prompt: My brain is feeding me plots from what I assume is bad porn lol but i'm going with it: magic au, zhou mi screws up a spell and accidentally makes a zhou mi clone, and they team up to love on/fluster the unsuspecting partner kuixian. Or some other porny sexy hijinks for my poor Monday'd soul? 8D;;;; smut
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“There are two of you.”
Which was fairly obvious, given the two identical men in the room, right down to the clothes they wore. And it made Kyuhyun feel underdressed,
And Kyuhyun followed with the obvious: “So. What happened?”
Zhou Mi didn’t even have a sibling, much less a twin, and the magic he’d been working on hadn’t been that complicated.
“He’s me,” Zhou Mi said. Or. One of the Zhou Mis said. “And I’m him. Something went wrong with the spell. We think it’s going to go away eventually.”
Kyuhyun stared between them. “O..kay.”
He wasn’t sure what else to say. The two Zhou Mis shared a glance, a smile.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Zhou Mi said.
“Edible,” Zhou Mi replied.
Kyuhyun’s head hurt when he tried to reconcile the conversation, when a Zhou Mi stepped up to him.
“Which one are you?”
“Does it matter? Can you tell?”
He stared at Zhou Mi’s face, his eyes, poked his chin. Nothing different. All the same.
He certainly kissed the same, humming against Kyuhyun’s mouth and pulling him in like some kind of Zhou Mi-shaped magnet. But that wasn’t all, Kyuhyun’s eyes opening as another body pressed up against him, hips rocking against his ass with the telltale signs of the start of an erection. But Zhou Mi didn’t let him go, the one in front of him anyway. Kyuhyun moaned into Zhou Mi’s mouth, a set of lips against his throat, hands rubbing against his chest and on his hips.
“He wants you, too,” Zhou Mi whispered.
The same man. Same face, same body. Their erections listed the same way, hands gripped the same. It was like being caught between two eager whirlwinds, pinned between mouths and kisses and touches. He moaned into one kiss and turned to catch another, feeling drunk, like some kind of glutton where every way he turned there was a Zhou Mi to kiss or fondle. He didn’t know whose hand stripped him or which of the four hands on him got him fully hard. He moaned as fingers slid into him, fucking him as two mouths kissed across his chest.
When Zhou Mi gripped Kyuhyun’s hips and pulled him back into his lap, Kyuhyun wasn’t sure which one it was and wasn’t sure he cared. The cock he lowered himself onto was just like he expected, two pairs of hands steadying him as he rocked further onto it, lifting nearly off before sliding down again to the moans of Zhou Mi behind him. He had thirty seconds of that, at least, enjoying it without his mind being blown.
Because when he felt a touch it wasn’t a hand, but a mouth engulfing him, sucking him.
“Maybe I can give myself some pointers,” Zhou Mi mused, looking over Kyuhyun’s shoulder. And that was when he knew the Zhou Mi sucking him wasn’t “his” even though he looked the same, and sucked the same. It was too much, being filled and being fucked, too much to feel, too much to see. He moaned and Zhou Mi’s hips rose against his, held him still so they could please him. When he came, it was to Zhou Mi’s desperate moans. He was still clutching Zhou Mi’s hair in front of him when he felt Zhou Mi come inside him.
The second Zhou Mi winked and disappeared.
“So, when can you get him back?” Kyuhyun asked, exhausted and overwhelmed. And Zhou Mi chuckled.
***
Prompt: HOCKEY!AU ALSO YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO THIS IS >.>
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Laces. Tap. The hiss of cloth and settling of body armor over shoulders. It was like preparing for anything, because the effort that got put into things was what was seen in the result. Kyuhyun could tape a stick in his sleep, dreamed of goals and spills, and colliding out of control across the ice. The skates made it so they could move, but the control, that was illusion. When he was younger, when he fell he got back up. Anymore, his bones ached sometimes, soaking and reliving the hit, the goal. He remembered looking up, nearly spitting out his mouth guard as Zhou Mi spun into him, a smile, engulfing hug.
“So gorgeous!” Zhou Mi enthused, their helmets clacking together.
The goal, not him, though he could pretend.
Zhou Mi seemed freer on the ice, like he could move, breathe. He was at home in the suits they wore, charming the socks off reporters left and right when sometimes with Kyuhyun all they got were scowls. On the ice, he went serious, brows drawn, going from almost perfect stillness to sprinting, his stick shooting out to block a pass. He was determination, fire sometimes when they were down and needed a boost. Sometimes he thought Zhou Mi should’ve been captain, but Kyuhyun knew he wore that A for a reason.
The captain couldn’t go on without someone to lean on, someone to score with him, someone to celebrate. Someone to love every bit of it, just as much as he did. Though also, and he accepted it sometimes more than others, someone to love.
***
Prompt: Can you write an AU where Kyuhyun just wants a place to crash while gaming but furniture store worker Zhou Mi has very strong opinions on finding the perfect sofa?
***
Kyuhyun, in the course of fifteen minutes, knew more about sofas than he had ever intended. What kind of fabrics stained? He knew that. What were likely to hold up to wear? Yup. Types of foam, types of construction. And that didn’t even go into color and form. He’d thought he’d show up, find one that wasn’t ugly and nice to sit on, and then pay, and that was it. He’d have the sofa delivered, and then rest on it as long as he was able every day.
He didn’t want it to be too shallow, Zhou Mi cautioned, because then if he fell asleep he couldn’t get comfortable. And if he didn’t stretch out on the three they’d narrowed it down to with Zhou Mi attentively bringing him an extra pillow, then he wouldn’t know how it felt to really get comfortable on them.
“Are you going to help me set it up in the right spot, too?” Kyuhyun joked.
But Zhou Mi was serious. “Do you have a picture? Oh! I could get paper. You could diagram it for me. Just a moment.”
He’d been…joking. Maybe he should’ve asked if Zhou Mi would just drop by and bring him some fruit and tea whenever he wanted, too.
He actually decided on the sofa he bought because of the fifteen other minutes they’d spent on the layout of his apartment.
“I think that should be perfect, unless there’s a measurement totally off,” Zhou Mi said, thwapping the paper with the pen he held.
“Do you have a number in case I can’t get it quite right?”
Again. A joke. But it ended up with a store business card and a number scribbled on it.
“I’m here five days a week,” Zhou Mi said. “That way you don’t have to ask for me. Though.”
Kyuhyun’s eyebrows rose. There was definitely something being held back.
“Though?”
“Though, you don’t just have to call about the sofa.”
It took Kyuhyun a moment to process, even with how mildly worried Zhou Mi looked. Like, maybe he was regretting that. Oh. Oh, Zhou Mi was—
“So I could call about an end-table,” Kyuhyun said, voice totally flat and serious.
“You could,” Zhou Mi agreed instantly. And then the flat of his hand met Kyuhyun’s arm when he realized Kyuhyun was teasing him.
The couch was nice and wide. Maybe it’d even be nice for two to nap on. And that was a thought that made him smile, even as the price made him wince.
***
Prompt: can you write an omegaverse au qmi, please *_______* smut
***
Omega. He’d known it almost from the time he could walk, cringing from alphas into his mother’s leg and hearing them laugh to think they had intimidated him. Not all of them were like that, but some wore their power like a cloak, enjoying their status. All Kyuhyun had was the knowledge that one day, he’d be beholden to an alpha for protection. It rankled, taking the pills that kept his heats from ravaging him as he was determined to finish college, so important to his parents. The pills made him feel slow, but it was better than losing a day or a weekend, and people made fun of him because they could smell it on him. Mostly other omegas, those who had an alpha, or those looking eagerly. They thought he was abnormal, and he knew he wasn’t.
Pills or not, he couldn’t always control it. He stopped next to a giant video screen split into several sections. On each, a man’s face, smiling, talking. The man began to laugh and a chill ran down Kyuhyun’s spine, forcing him to grab the back of a nearby bench. Alpha, celebrity host and singer, Kyuhyun knew Zhou Mi’s face. He hosted all the big shows, flew between Seoul and Beijing and New York with regularity. There was something sharp in that grin, something that had Kyuhyun gasping, aching, and waiting desperate for a cab to go home.
He’d gone into heat just from staring at a TV screen.
***
“Have you ever gone into heat thinking about a celebrity?”
Donghae stared at him. “What? No? I mean, maybe I’ll think about one during a heat but no. It’s usually a smell or an alpha giving me the eye.”
It didn’t make Kyuhyun feel better but he reasoned that anything was possible. There was no reason for him to go when Zhou Mi was in Seoul, crowded around in a group of other omegas in the same state as him. Reactions to alphas didn’t work that way, not some kind of imaginary response where an omega went into heat without any kind of warning. He’d spent that heat wondering about Zhou Mi’s knot and what it would feel like to have Zhou Mi smiling against him. It did him no good to think about it when there was no resolution to be had in it, and his heat had been unremarkable.
But it was impossible not to keep thinking about it, when he knew Zhou Mi was no more than a few miles away. It wasn’t like he’d known somehow when Zhou Mi landed, but there was something in it keeping him wanting. Maybe it was sexual frustration or something else. Fascination in a response.
And it was a relief when Kyuhyun didn’t just drop right into heat when Zhou Mi walked out of the studio door, waving to fans on either side as he made his way toward where Kyuhyun had nestled himself among other fans. It had been a fluke. Maybe he’d skipped a pill, or—
Zhou Mi stopped ten feet away from him, his head tilting as he inhaled. Kyuhyun stared as though he were compelled to, as Zhou Mi’s head turned and he searched the crowd that had surged toward him. Kyuhyun was taller than most, so when their eyes met, Kyuhyun knew Zhou Mi could see him.
Zhou Mi licked his lips and Kyuhyun dropped straight into heat.
No one argued when the guards parted everyone in front of Kyuhyun. He was too busy staring at the ground to notice how it happened as a hand gripped his elbow and he got his first real inhale of Zhou Mi’s scent.
He was an omega, not a commodity. He could say no, walk away. But Zhou Mi nuzzled along his neck and Kyuhyun shuddered.
“Let’s get out of here before we put on a show,” Zhou Mi whispered.
Maybe the other omegas wished it was them that Zhou Mi led into the car, but they still had a chance since it wasn’t as though Kyuhyun was going to be claimed - there was just the high possibility that he was going to be taken.
“Are you a fan?” Zhou Mi asked, and didn’t seem offended when Kyuhyun shook his head. The car was driving them to who knew where and Kyuhyun was unconcerned but for the hand on his wrist.
“I saw you on TV once and went into heat,” Kyuhyun confessed. “I wanted to know if— I take pills so this doesn’t happen.”
“If the heat is stronger than the pills, that’s why I could smell you. We can go to my hotel for your heat, or we can drop you at home.”
If Zhou Mi’s hand had landed on his thigh right then, Kyuhyun would have melted, incapable of anything but agreeing. Instead, Zhou Mi’s hand stayed steady on his wrist.
“I don’t want to spend this heat alone,” Kyuhyun said. Which was what he had known since before he had even seen Zhou Mi - that given the chance he would have agreed to anything.
And that was when Zhou Mi’s lips met his neck, a growl in his throat as he kissed along Kyuhyun’s skin. Kyuhyun was grateful for the black divider separating them from the driver, but the glossy surface showed him his own gasping face when he orgasmed as Zhou Mi cupped him through his pants.
“Not in this car,” Zhou Mi muttered as though trying to convince himself.
They went up through a back entrance in the hotel, Kyuhyun’s head lowered as Zhou Mi led him. Zhou Mi didn’t let him go until they were locked into the room, and Kyuhyun’s breaths came fast as he followed Zhou Mi in toward the wide bed. The broad shoulders, the slender hips. He smelled of alpha, of want, and he was stripping himself out of his jacket as he turned back to Kyuhyun.
It had barely fallen when Kyuhyun’s arms wrapped around Zhou Mi’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. He wanted to taste that mouth, feel how wide it was against his. He moaned, flush against Zhou Mi’s body as much as he could be and kissing along Zhou Mi’s lips. His whole body flushed at the first touch of Zhou Mi’s tongue, letting Zhou Mi kiss him any way he wanted as Zhou Mi’s hands slid all over him.
“You’re perfect,” Zhou Mi murmured against his mouth, squeezing Kyuhyun’s ass.
Kyuhyun whimpered and pushed in for another kiss.
If his clothes could have dissolved as the sound Zhou Mi made, low in his throat, Kyuhyun would have willed them to. As it was he let Zhou Mi pull at the bottom of his shirt and undershirt, raising his arms to have them pulled over his head. With his arms free, he could reach for the shiny buttons of Zhou Mi’s shirt, fumbling and gasping and wondering that he wasn’t just combusting. If he’d been home, he’d have been filling himself with his fingers, with a toy, long before then.
“Please,” he gasped, only half the buttons undone.
“I won’t tell you no,” Zhou Mi said, his grin a bit sharp. And he reached and opened Kyuhyun’s pants. It was so easy, the slide of that straining zipper, the push of cloth so his cock could rise hard toward his belly.
Kyuhyun stayed still, his hips covered by Zhou Mi’s hands, pinned by Zhou Mi’s eyes on his.
“On your knees?” Zhou Mi asked, the tip of his nose just brushing Kyuhyun’s.
Oh yes. He didn’t have to told twice, stepping on his shoes to rid himself of them and kicking out of his pants that had just kept falling. And maybe he went, but he didn’t go alone. No, he snagged his fingers in Zhou Mi’s shirt and pulled, dragging Zhou Mi with him as he clambered onto the bed. He wanted just what he got, the scrape of cloth on his bare back and the heat of breath against his skin. Being on his knees wasn’t a sign of submission, though it was to some. It harkened to traditions, the first meeting of an alpha and omega. The first knotting. Proof of the omega’s willingness and proof of the alpha’s need.
Proof of his own need.
“Please, please, please, please,” he whispered, and it was a litany, one he barely realized he was doing. It was only briefly interrupted at the full press of Zhou Mi’s cock against him. He knew in his head that it was not warmer than body temperature, he knew it. But it felt hot even through the wet his body made, making Kyuhyun moan as he settled onto his elbows, ready. So ready.
He needed nothing, no coaxing, no gentleness. There was nothing like that required to make him want or making him ready.
And he moaned as the head of Zhou Mi’s cock pressed into him. He was slick and so in need and his body nearly sang as Zhou Mi slid deeper. More. More. Zhou Mi gripped his hips and held him steady as Zhou Mi’s own quest for more had their hips rocking - fucking into Kyuhyun and taking him deeper. An alpha, making his claim. No alpha would touch him then, not until Zhou Mi’s scent left him. Days. Weeks. He didn’t care, wanting nothing but Zhou Mi to satiate his heat.
And he wanted— He wanted that. To moan when Zhou Mi gripped his hips and pulled him back and filled him as much as possible, only to pull back and do it all again. He was being fucked, his heat was being met, and he moaned against cloth, into his own arm, bracing himself as Zhou Mi moans went high and he fucked faster. There was no such thing as a slow knotting in a heat, and he shouted, bowing off the bed as Zhou Mi palmed along his belly and gripped his cock. He was hard, from the heat, from the fucking, and Zhou Mi stroked him without finesse, long fingers squeezing against him until he was babbling and clutching tight around Zhou Mi’s cock.
“Come on,” Zhou Mi urged, and Kyuhyun’s orgasm was punctuated by gasps, coming onto the bedspread as Zhou Mi’s cock grew thicker. Or part of it anyway. It rubbed inside him, causing his cock to jolt in aftershocks of pleasure. He was still pulsing in Zhou Mi’s hand when the knot went tight inside of him.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi bit out. “Oh.”
It was the call of an alpha, whose hips took one last desperate jolt as he came, tied to Kyuhyun. It didn’t settle his heat, but it did settle him, which was nearly as good. Without having to brace himself he could relax and enjoy the lingering pleasure, the feel of the knot and Zhou Mi’s heat against him as he draped himself over Kyuhyun. Skin and cloth and Zhou Mi’s breath on his skin, it was comfort even as his body still raged.
“Thank you,” Zhou Mi said.
And that was…weird. He’d never been thanked by an alpha before, not for that.
“Thank you?” Kyuhyun responded, and got something near a squeak as he squeezed around Zhou Mi’s knot. But he got a laugh after, a nuzzle.
“I could smell you,” Zhou Mi said, his hands skimming Kyuhyun’s ribs, his waist, his hips. Connection, soothing, arousal.
“I know.”
He’d dropped into heat so fast when Zhou Mi had looked at him.
“I don’t mean today. When I got off the plane, I could—“
“Smell me among millions of people and the sewers?”
He was in heat, not dead.
Zhou Mi chuckled, pressing a kiss between Kyuhyun’s shoulder blades.
“No. Not like that. It was more… Anticipation.”
“You knew you were going to get laid,” Kyuhyun summarized, trying to wiggle back his hips so that Zhou Mi got the picture.
“Hoped. And I guess I will more than once.”
At least twice that night, there was no doubt about that.
“When do you come back to Seoul?”
He could almost feel Zhou Mi’s smile. “I haven’t left yet.”
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Prompt: So I usually avoid omegaverse because I can't shut my brain off from going "But wolves don't work that way..." but since it was Qmi+you I gave it a shot and I skimmed the more wolf-y mentions, but I enjoyed it to my pleasant surprise! I love celebrity/normal! Could I ask for a continuation plz? haha
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Kyuhyun hated feeling like a groupie, someone outside and not included. Zhou Mi’s manager eyed him like he was some kind of hired help, at least until Zhou Mi said a few low words that Kyuhyun couldn’t understand. It wasn’t as though he’d used some kind of coercion, talked Zhou Mi into something he didn’t want. All he had was the response of his own body, and of Zhou Mi’s to him, and it could have been a hundred other omegas. It hadn’t had to be Kyuhyun. When Zhou Mi had him for his heat, Kyuhyun left knowing they would undoubtedly never see each other again even if Zhou Mi had asked for his phone number. Zhou Mi left Seoul and did whatever he normally did, and Kyuhyun’s life went on. He had a lot of good memories from that night, good enough that he didn’t regret it.
But that didn’t keep him from being surprised at the sound of Zhou Mi’s voice through his cell phone telling him that he was in a car downstairs and was Kyuhyun free. He got his eyes on Zhou Mi without his hormones going nuts, exhaling as he got in the car. It was different, the back of the dark interior since his body wasn’t on edge. Maybe the pills had kicked in, keeping him on track like they should’ve been to start with.
“When did you get in?” Kyuhyun asked.
The day before, two in the afternoon. Kyuhyun knew, because it had been all over the news. But it was something to ask, to say, while trying to get his palms dry against his pants.
“Yesterday. I had a schedule that lasted almost all night, and then I slept so I didn’t show up here and ask where a good place was to nap,” Zhou Mi teased.
It made Kyuhyun laugh, gripping a bit at the seat belt.
“So,” Kyuhyun said. He didn’t know what Zhou Mi wanted. Sex was an option, if Zhou Mi was into that without an omega in heat. Some alphas weren’t, unless it was a mate.
“Are you hungry?”
If Kyuhyun was asked that question any time of the day, the answer was usually affirmative. However, Zhou Mi was asking Kyuhyun if he wanted to get something to eat. And that meant his answer was definitely yes.
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The room that they got led to was secluded. It paid to be a celebrity, sometimes, he guessed, though there were enough eyes on Zhou Mi at all the other times that he deserved to eat in private.
“You didn’t go into heat the moment we laid eyes on each other,” Zhou Mi observed, after their food was set out for them.
Kyuhyun thought a moment before responding. “Maybe I got you out of my system.”
Zhou Mi laughed a bit as he smiled down at his salad. “I hope not.”
The fact that those words made his stomach clutch told him it probably wasn’t true. Sure, it was physical. But it could be the power of the mind, too, as well as emotional. He pushed part of it out of his head, not wanting to consider it there when they could relax.
“I’m glad, really,” Zhou Mi said. “I wanted a chance to talk to you. We didn’t get enough time last time, Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi’s eyes promised him that he could be one of two.
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Prompt: could I ask for attack on Titan qmi? I am sooo obsessed lately it's getting kinda ridiculous lmao
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He was a Titan - no. He could become one. He was—
He’d seen the fear in Zhou Mi’s eyes, felt the horror, the revulsion, the…excitement. The things he could do, the good he could do. He wanted them to be able to take back the outer wall, take back the land around it, take back everything. He wanted to look at each person who had suffered and tell them he fought for those they’d lost, their homes, their lives. And he knew most of them would want nothing to do with him. He was a reminder, a danger, and his place was outside of the safety where he could do the most good without people living in fear of him.
“Do you want to eat people when you’re like that?” Zhou Mi wondered, and didn’t seem offended when Kyuhyun tried to elbow him.
“Why would you even ask that?” Kyuhyun asked, scowling.
“I’m pretty tasty,” Zhou Mi said, shrugging.
And Kyuhyun couldn’t help the laugh, and knew he’d been had when Zhou Mi grinned back at him.
“I’ll let you know when I get hungry. Though you’re more like a toothpick.”
Even with the insult, Zhou Mi didn’t move away from him, leaning against him on their makeshift bed.
“I just want to..I just want to beat them. For it to be over. What do we do when it’s over?”
“We live,” Zhou Mi said, and leaned against him a little harder. Maybe. Maybe they would.
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Prompt: Hi ^^ I read All That I Am again and I am craving for more. Can you write a little about their daily life 5 years later like how they wake up, sleep at the end of the day and in between missing each other?Thank you so much ^^
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Zhou Mi couldn’t claim that either of them were morning people, getting caught up in what they were focusing on and being reluctant to sleep. Though it helped having another person there to insist, even if it meant resting close together and examining the weird shadows the turtle statue made on the wall. And sleeping next to each other, there was no way to escape the alarms - two of them - that went off to get Kyuhyun motivated to another work day. Having two allowed Kyuhyun to use Zhou Mi as a living pillow, more so in the winter when he wanted to stay warm just a minute longer and Zhou Mi’s chest was just the right temperature. In the summer when things were sticky, even with the air conditioner, they fought over the rights to the sheet and at least one morning Zhou Mi had woke with his feet on his pillow and his head on Kyuhyun’s knee.
Kyuhyun had laughed at him.
He hadn’t so much laughed when space necessitated the separation of their wardrobes. Zhou Mi still kept some things in Kyuhyun’s walk-in closet for form and convenience, but he’d made over a separate room with rolling hangers and corridors of options. One was just for jackets and ties, and there was a low bureau with locking drawers outfitted for various jewelry and accessories. When he thought about it like that, he felt indulged, but it wasn’t so much that the sum total of items were all that expensive and the vast majority he’d purchased himself. The ones with decent sized diamonds or anything of note stayed in a safe, but his general collection of cufflinks was on display. Some were from Kyuhyun who had a sly way of buying a new set at random instead of letting Zhou Mi expect a new pair on any major holiday or anniversary. Those events were, with the allowance of schedules, meant for trips or days at the spa, or finding a space on the nearest beach and eating chilled fruit and watching the sunset. He didn’t need lavish things, could have culled his wardrobe in half if it meant Kyuhyun’s contentment.
But for whatever reason, his room and collection satisfied Kyuhyun as well. They fit like that, Kyuhyun with his four laptops and insistence on a chef that could make all of his favorite dishes. It made getting up in the morning a little easier when they blearily stared at each other across the breakfast nook, Kyuhyun with his fruit and steaming hot cereal and Zhou Mi with a savory soup that Kyuhyun snuck spoonfuls of. And he wondered why Zhou Mi requested it almost every morning.
Maybe he knew, the same way he knew Zhou Mi was going to doze the first third of the ride to work before fiddling with the radio and with his phone. It was because he could, because when Kyuhyun had banged up his ankle, Zhou Mi had been the one stuck driving them around. Kyuhyun had offered to hire a driver, but Zhou Mi’s feelings as a man and one half of their relationship had been insulted. Kyuhyun liked that little bit of control, and so did he. Most days they were too busy even to meet for lunch - a luxury for Kyuhyun more than Zhou Mi with his little office and smiles reserved for clients of the company. But when Kyuhyun got free early, he smirked watching Zhou Mi walk up to him.
“Do I know you?” Kyuhyun asked, poking a finger through one of Zhou Mi’s buttonholes and tugging him in.
“It’s been almost ten hours, and he’s forgotten me,” Zhou Mi said, his voice intentionally grave.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth to retort but was interrupted by the growling of his stomach. And that was them, then, giggling against each other while trying to get to the garage and go. Go where, who knew, since sometimes they went out, explored, tried a new restaurant or ate leftovers at home. Being in a relationship with the boss was kind of a perk, kind of a pain depending on the people he talked with, but he wouldn’t have traded it.
But Kyuhyun who linked fingers with him and led him to his car wasn’t his boss, just the man he lived with. The man who sent sly eyes his way and stole a kiss against the side of the car.
“Dinner. Movie in bed,” Kyuhyun proposed.
Whether they’d get to the end of the movie without wandering hands or sleepy eyes, they would see. But it was obvious by his smile that he agreed.
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Prompt: Pwp: qmi. Mi is too attractive in suits. Maybe office au or swing themed smut
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Zhou Mi had picked out the tie, silver, because he liked the way it looked against his shirt and on Kyuhyun’s skin. It was a tease then, just silk against Kyuhyun’s dark shirt but there hadn’t been cloth in the way before. In bed, on the desk. In their car. But nothing was like that, when all Zhou Mi could hear was the crinkle of unimportant papers under Kyuhyun’s back and the sound of people walking in the hallway. An office with no windows, an office that locked on his lunch hour, a broad desk.
And a man willing the lie back on it with a smile that dared Zhou Mi to do his worst.
After hours, Kyuhyun’s moans had thundered in the office, and it was a test to see how close he could get Kyuhyun to breaking. But it wasn’t just Kyuhyun who was challenged, with Kyuhyun slick and tight around him he had to focus on breathing, on moving with Kyuhyun’s fingers curled around the back of his neck. He couldn’t talk dirty, couldn’t take the chance someone would hear, so he let his eyes speak flickering up Kyuhyun’s chest, staring at Kyuhyun’s mouth, his heavy eyes. When Kyuhyun scowled at him, Zhou Mi waggled his eyebrows just as much as he waggled his hips and he watched as Kyuhyun’s breath caught. So close to moaning, just barely held back and covered with a swallow.
“Almost,” Zhou Mi whispered, and Kyuhyun retaliated by wrapping his legs around Zhou Mi just a little bit tighter. That was what they were there for - not just that, the connection, the danger of it, the want. Kyuhyun’s fingers tangled in the tie and tugged, just a little and Zhou Mi wheezed, hips rocking against Kyuhyun’s just a little faster. Nothing fell a miracle as fast as they were rocking the desk and was sighing, great gulping sighs as Zhou Mi took. Zhou Mi was going to kiss him so hard the moment they got home, the moment they—
All the breath in his body nearly left him as Kyuhyun let out a quiet moan. He’d broken first, and Zhou Mi grinned as he tilted up Kyuhyun’s hips and it took twenty seconds of focused pleasure before he came.
He was panting, sweating in his dress shirt and suit jacket.
Kyuhyun bared his teeth when Zhou Mi held up a finger to his lips, pulling away and rolling up in his office chair because Kyuhyun was hard and he wasn’t going to stay that way much longer.
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Prompt: Could you write a few months later to Things I Know About You? Like one of their friends asks how they met and Kyuhyun is all cute embarrassed and Zhou Mi is all vague but not actually lying? Thanks! I love that story~♥
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“I heard you met in a club.”
Kyuhyun’s mouth opened and closed, looking to Zhou Mi with something like panic in his eyes. Zhou Mi tried not to giggle, he did, but what he ended up doing was mostly swallowing it before nodding.
“That’s right. I’d been dragged out, and there was this guy dancing who caught my eye.”
Siwon’s head tilted. “Kyuhyun dancing?”
Zhou Mi did laugh then, especially at Kyuhyun’s narrowed eyes.
“Get a drink in him and he gets willing. But yeah I was…enjoying watching him. It was like he was dancing just for me after that.” And he had been. Zhou Mi beamed at Kyuhyun whose ears were going red. “I got a kiss and a snuggle out of him before Henry dragged him home, and didn’t think I was going to get to see him again. That made me sad because he had a great…personality.”
“Kissing a stranger?”
Kyuhyun cleared his throat. “Well.”
“It was just one of those magical nights,” Zhou Mi shrugged. “You don’t make a connection like that too often. But we saw each other the next week, same club, and he agreed to go eat with me. He was a handful.”
“I asked you out first after that,” Kyuhyun argued. “You said that was a pre-date.”
“I didn’t care what we called it,” Zhou Mi laughed, rubbing his hand on Kyuhyun’s arm.
And Siwon looked at them both like they weren’t all with it. “That’s not quite as wild as I imagined.”
Zhou Mi glanced at the little treble clef resting on Kyuhyun’s shirt, before glancing up to see Kyuhyun had murder in his eyes if Zhou Mi said anything else. He’d thought he’d been very discreet. They both knew better. It had been just wild enough.
“Handful,” Kyuhyun muttered at him as they exited the restaurant together.
And Zhou Mi’s laugh echoed into the street.
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Prompt: Oh and/or porn qmi. First time paired together kyu nearly passes out from orgasm. (this really happened in jgv... Manato...) smut
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It wasn’t that the room had been too warm, because he’d experienced that. It wasn’t that Zhou Mi was holding him too tight, or holding him down too hard. It wasn’t that he wasn’t breathing because he had the breath to moan— though with each thrust it grew weaker.
He moaned and arched his back as Zhou Mi thrust into him, and all the breath that was in him caught in his throat as Zhou Mi’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
Just—
That. That, the angling of Zhou Mi’s hips, the rapid jolt of them, the slick, warm fingers pulling at his cock as Zhou Mi growled and nearly willed him to come. All he could think that was Zhou Mi was probably close himself, thought of how his face would look, and felt the orgasm start to catch, clawing deep as ecstasy held him suspended.
He came. He tried to make a sound, but couldn’t— Couldn’t— His ears went hollow, vision grainy like an old TV, and still Zhou Mi stroked him, moaning behind him as Kyuhyun wheezed and struggled. He was ejaculating, gasping, euphoria spinning and darkness threatening as he struggled to breathe when his air was being forced from him by every flex of Zhou Mi’s hips. He clutched at the sheet and Zhou Mi rocked faster, moaned louder, until he pulled out and came on Kyuhyun’s back. He closed his eyes as the room spun, dragging in a deep breath and letting out a strangled moan as Zhou Mi smeared his come over Kyuhyun’s skin.
When Zhou Mi gripped his chin, he turned his head back, still trying to breathe as Zhou Mi kissed him, tongue filthy against Kyuhyun’s until the director stopped them.
“What happened?” Zhou Mi said, tilting his head as Kyuhyun pushed himself up. “You don’t usually go so limp and quiet.”
“I nearly passed out,” Kyuhyun said, accepting a towel from one of the crew.
Zhou Mi reacted with all the alarm Kyuhyun had expected. And yeah, it’d been scary, but… If he had to pass out, he wanted it to be from that.
“You made me come too hard,” Kyuhyun said, flicking Zhou Mi with the towel and watched worry fade to something else.
Something a little more like pride.
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Prompt: Qmi succubi fic? Either au or bandfic for fun? Kyuhyun is a succubus or smth smut
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Zhou MI dreamed. He was in a club, crowded, loud and oddly quiet. He walked seeing men in so many states of undress, reaching out to brush their hands across his skin— Why was he naked? He shuddered and pressed into touches, for some reasoned unashamed but looking for one that suited him, a man who would pull him in. And he saw that man, perched on a stool and watching him, his eyes dark and shadowed, his hair gleaming, and body in dark clothes.
“Do you want me?” the man asked, his mouth not moving, but so tempting all the same, and Zhou Mi walked up to him, naked, aroused, ready.
And Zhou Mi woke, gasping, his body frozen and cool in the night air as he struggled to breathe, to move. His eyes owned and in the light from outside he saw a man straddling him.
A man. The man in his dream.
“Shh,” the man said, as Zhou Mi tried to struggle. “You chose me, and I’m here. My name is Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi inhaled, his limbs suddenly free as Kyuhyun kissed him. He hadn’t been naked when he slept, but he was then. He breathed deep through his nose, reaching for Kyuhyun’s shoulders, and moaning as his cock throbbed at the flicker of Kyuhyun’s tongue on his. It had been a dream. Maybe it was still a dream as Kyuhyun’s hands moved restless through his hair. Kyuhyun’s body stretched over his, his hips rubbing against Zhou Mi’s as he kissed, trapping Zhou Mi’s cock between them, Kyuhyun’s cock sliding against his.
Kyuhyun sank his teeth into Zhou Mi’s lower lip, and Zhou Mi came, the sudden shock of it causing him to arch and whimper
There was a chuckle, Kyuhyun releasing his lip and stroking down Zhou Mi’s sides.
“Yes. I could feel how much you needed me.”
Kyuhyun was a stranger, and— He was still hard. He didn’t know how he could still be hard as Kyuhyun pushed himself up and pressed himself down onto Zhou Mi’s cock. Tight. Slick. Zhou Mi moaned and trembled.
“Just right,” Kyuhyun luxuriated.
And all Zhou Mi could do was reach for Kyuhyun’s thighs and hold, watching Kyuhyun’s cock bob as he rode Zhou Mi and deep. There was nothing in him wishing to stop, mesmerized by the way that Kyuhyun watched him, rose and fell so effortlessly on him.
“Kyuhyun,” he said aloud, startled by his own voice almost as Kyuhyun’s teeth gleamed.
“I’ll take all your want,” Kyuhyun promised, and rode him harder. He moaned, writhing, trying to thrust up as Kyuhyun controlled how fast, how rough. Pleasure threatened like a storm and wouldn’t let go as Kyuhyun moaned and went faster.
But his thighs trembled when he came, startling at Kyuhyun’s laugh.
He still felt hard, still felt ready for more when Kyuhyun pulled off of him, wretched out beside him.
“Maybe I can have some of your pretty mouth,” Kyuhyun hummed, touching Zhou Mi’s lips with his fingertips.
He curled over, resting his head on Kyuhyun’s stomach as he stretched his mouth around Kyuhyun’s cock. Warm and musk and sweet, he sucked with desperation, as though he could almost feel it himself. Kyuhyun stroked his hair, and moaned for him, coating Zhou Mi’s tongue with come and still urging him to suck more. It felt like he’d been there hours when Kyuhyun tugged him, pulled his arm and kissed his mouth and wrapped his thighs around Zhou Mi’s hips.
“Still hungry,” Kyuhyun murmured, when Zhou Mi moaned as he sank into Kyuhyun.
“How—“
Kyuhyun shook his head, his hips urging Zhou Mi to fuck faster.
“If you want more, all you have to do is say my name,” Kyuhyun said, and kissed Zhou Mi until he came again, rocking into Kyuhyun’s body, almost too tight, crying out as Kyuhyun’s nails dug into his back and urged him to keep going.
Zhou Mi woke at sunrise on his belly, sore, sticky, exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. He stumbled, bleary into the bathroom, and stared at his reflection. There, on his shoulder, a perfect imprint of teeth that hadn’t been there when he’d gone to sleep.
Kyuhyun. He remembered the dream.
Or. Perhaps not.
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Prompt: Hi have you seen this Swing QMi polaroid pic thing xD http://instagram.com/p/nzk9SqxvZx/ May I request for QMi shenanigans during Swing promos? Thanks! ♡
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They’d had lessons on how not to fall off the tables. The fact that he could even think that with a straight face made him laugh, but given the near-miss accidents of a pretty out-there choreography, they’d needed it. No one needed a broken arm or a twisted ankle while trying to hop on and off of tables and fling towels around.
Shooting a music video was hard work, but it was fun, too, especially in the downtime. Henry was all over the tables like a mountain goat, but the rest of them liked a little more downtime than that. Kyuhyun curled up on the table beside him touching but not too much because of their hair and the fact that they were already too hot despite the temperature on the room. It wasn’t quite like having a dog curl up next to him because Kyuhyun was laughing and shaking the tables they were on.
“How many more takes?” Kyuhyun asked, tucking a hand between his thighs and moving his head against Zhou Mi.
“I don’t know,” he said, his brain absent when he realized they’d been conversing in Mandarin and not Korean. He stared down at Kyuhyun’s head and wanted to poke it but that’d just get Kyuhyun to move which was the last thing he wanted. He knew the importance of having something nearby that gave him support, and the times he could be that for Kyuhyun, he was glad.
That didn’t keep him from putting an ice cube down Kyuhyun’s shirt when they were done, and the subsequent mock beating and grumbly hug had him gigging the rest of the night.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi starts calling Kyuhyun pet names and he complains but eventually becomes resigned and even grows to like it? Thanks
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“Sweetheart.”
Kyuhyun looked up from his book. “What?”
“Just trying it out,” Zhou Mi said, humming to himself. “Baby?”
“Haven’t been one of those for a while,” Kyuhyun pointed out, and that made Zhou Mi nod. He thought that was the end of end, at least until he was manfully folding his socks.
“What’s up, precious?” Zhou Mi asked, leaning his chin on Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
Kyuhyun stared at the wall. “Did you hit your head?”
“Sugarplum? Peaches?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Only for you,” Zhou Mi said, giving him a big smacking kiss on the cheek and a pinch on the butt as he walked away for good measure.
“I live with a strange man,” Kyuhyun said to his socks.
Zhou Mi tried another dozen names, ranging from kitten to cupcake.
“Are you serious?” Kyuhyun asked more than once. “What’s so wrong with my name? Zhou Mi, come on.”
“I love your name, too, but everyone uses it! This would be something just for us. I think it’s just for us?” Zhou Mi mused.
That made Kyuhyun snort. “None of my friends call me sugarplum. Though my mom might have once,” he said, heading Zhou Mi off at the pass.”
It took the wind out of his sails for approximately three seconds.
“It’s just for you and me, darling,” Zhou Mi said, petting his hair.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth, trying to think of an objection. It wasn’t sappy. Didn’t call him an object or a food. So instead of fighting it, he leaned into Zhou Mi’s side and sighed.
“Just not in front of my friends.”
And on that they were agreed.
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Prompt: Future AU QMi? Kyuhyun is TV surfing and stumbles upon an Appa Eodiga/ Return of Superman chinese show where ZhouMi and his adorable 5 year old daughter are mainstays. Thank you! ♡♡♡
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It was one of those funny tics he had, when he turned on the TV now and again, to linger at the TV stations he received from China. There was nothing he understood, most often just boring news or historical dramas. When he’d started doing that he’d linger several seconds, joking to himself that maybe Zhou Mi would show up in a drama or one some variety show. It became a little game that was mostly painful since he could’ve searched Zhou Mi’s name on any computer and turned up pictures. There were still some in his phone.
He had Zhou Mi’s number, even, if he hadn’t changed it.
But he hadn’t seen Zhou Mi in years, hadn’t talked to him since that annoyingly-bright day at the airport when Zhou Mi had said a lot of words that Kyuhyun had mown over. “Someday” had been one of them, and a lot of others. Kyuhyun had ridden a taxi the entirety of the way back to his apartment, readied for his next show, and that had been that. A chapter of his life, closed, and a man who’d been in it on a flying tin can back to his home country probably never to return.
He’d given up catching a glimpse of Zhou Mi on TV a long time previous, and it was more habit that had him pausing. He saw the little girl first, shrieking as she ran down a sidewalk toward a camera crew. A man followed. Long legs, ugly sweater. Kyuhyun nearly laughed. It couldn’t—
Zhou Mi caught the little girl up and together they grinned at the camera. And Kyuhyun lost all the air in his lungs, like a donkey had just kicked in his ribs.
“Baba,” she said, touching Zhou Mi’s face and pointing something out before Zhou Mi let her down and took her hand and led her toward a table. If Kyuhyun had had any doubt, it was gone.
There were shades of Zhou Mi in her face, her eyes, her beaming smile. She laughed like he did, freely, climbing into Zhou Mi’s lap with an unstated and loving welcome as Zhou Mi held her with great care. Five minutes later, the program ended to Kyuhyun’s astonished eyes and he all but leapt for his laptop.
Zhou Mi, actor, singer, host. He’d married, six years ago. One child, the little girl Kyuhyun had seen. Zhou Mi had stayed in Beijing, his wife in Hong Kong, until their divorce almost two years previous. It had been a small wave as far as things went, which explained why Donghae or Siwon or whoever hadn’t called him up asking if he was okay. They’d learned to stop asking, stop telling him news when he started snapping at them. Even if the band wasn’t a unit - oh, they joined up and got together for specials - they still were together. People started joking about them being seniors even before the last of them had gotten out of the military. Some closer than others, but Kyuhyun got random texts and emails, saw people on show sets and at award shows.
The first month, he’d wondered with every new text, call, email. He’d known, logically, that it was just as much in his power to pick up his phone or, hell, write a letter on a piece of paper. It was stubbornness that kept him from it. Then it got to be too long after so it felt awkward, and then if he just forgot he ever had an option he didn’t have to blame himself for not trying.
And in the course of a day, he’d watched every episode of the show Zhou Mi was on with his daughter, not even caring that he couldn’t understand most of what was said. Zhou Mi with his daughter on his shoulders, Zhou Mi racing with her, shouting almost as loud as she did as they competed against other kids and fathers. She napped against his chest, and Zhou Mi watched her with such obvious joy in her. At first, it made him hurt, like everything in his chest was all pulled up tight. One of Zhou Mi’s free laughs, a laugh he remembered directed at him, muffled into his shoulder, made air bottle up in his throat, his eyes stinging. By the end of episode three, laughter felt like medicine, watching Zhou Mi flail and speak so seriously to the camera. He laughed until he felt sick with it, wavering between amused and—
“I miss you,” he almost accused his computer screen.
Zhou Mi had left, the end of his contract meaning a lot of doors opening that hadn’t been open before. It had been something they’d known was coming for years. Zhou Mi had left, but Kyuhyun had left, too, because he hadn’t seen any chance of a future. And Zhou Mi had his adorable daughter, and Kyuhyun had…
He had work, and friends, a nephew. He’d dated. He’d tried. There was no guarantee with zhou Mi, no guarantee with anything, nothing that told him that Zhou Mi still cared whether he was alive much less anything else. And that was so stupid to think.
“Orange Mi” - he’d never changed the way Zhou MI’s number had been put into his phone. There was a tremble between his shoulders as the phone rang, begging Zhou Mi to answer, begging him not to. He could say he’d tried.
But there was a click, the line opening up, and a moment of silence like a drawn breath.
“Kuixian?”
“Hi,” he said, and it came out rushed, forced.
“Are you okay? Is… Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Um. Yes. I wanted to hear your voice.”
It wasn’t fair of him, wasn’t fair to make Zhou Mi remember how to speak to him, out of the blue years later.
“I’m so glad you called,” Zhou Mi said. And Kyuhyun could picture the smile as he said it.
The phone bill was enormous. The next-day flight cost, even bigger. But that first hug had been worth it.
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: up to NC-17
Genres: fluff, smut, omegaverse
Summary: 20 qmi requests of different types. Smut prompts are marked.
Prompt: qmi - suits
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It might’ve been the fact that they were so put together that it made them want to mess each other up. Or maybe it was the part where layers started coming off and they couldn’t appreciate it until they saw it reflected back at them on the monitors. They’d done it all a hundred times in the practice room, sweating at the mirrors, but it was different when they were all dressed up and had all the visuals to go with it.
It was a light that gave them an opportunity, a bulb that broke and started flickering in a non-controlled kind of way. Part of the set had to be moved, a replacement bulb had to be found.
The thing about suits, they gave so much to hold onto. Lapels, ties, belts, collars. And even then, Kyuhyun still grasped at his waist when Zhou Mi backed him up against the wall. They couldn’t mess up their clothes, couldn’t destroy their makeup, but it was still delicious precious, delicious heat as as Kyuhyun groaned softly. Zhou Mi wanted to grasp his thighs and pull him up high enough to—
He’d probably have been leaving marks on Kyuhyun’s neck if they’d had time for that, at the perfect height for it, all wrapped around him.
It took a few undone buttons of shirts, lifted undershirts and tucked-down pants. It wasn’t perfect protection, and it couldn’t be quick, but it was something. Their lips touched between soft moans, hands stroking each other without the benefit of almost anything except ingenuity and swamping need. They could ignore the trembling muscles of too many takes for that one moment of just them together.
He could feel Kyuhyun panting against his face, and stroked quicker, Kyuhyun so tense against him. And Kyuhyun muffled his moan in Zhou Mi’s neck when he came, carefully caught by Zhou Mi’s hands and paper towels they’d produced. It let him rock into Kyuhyun’s hand with abandon, savoring the gasps as he caught just the tiniest edge of Kyuhyun’s ear between his teeth and closed his eyes to urge himself.
“Zhou Mi, come on,” Kyuhyun breathed, and Zhou Mi obeyed, pressing into the skin of Kyuhyun’s belly and letting himself go. Kyuhyun draped against him, Kyuhyun moaning his name, Kyuhyun kissing him. He savored all those images as he tried to breathe normally again. He blinked as Kyuhyun shoved him back a generous inch to clean them both, and then it was a race to straighten shirts and button pants. Almost like it hadn’t happened, except for the slight sheen of sweat on Kyuhyun’s forehead.
That they dried, since they’d get a touch-up anyway before going back to work. And it allowed them a decent thirty seconds for a cuddle, Kyuhyun’s dirty chuckles making Zhou Mi grin into his hair.
“I’m going to sleep over when we’re done,” Kyuhyun whispered when they got themselves standing behind the others, waiting.
He wasn’t sure why they spoke so quietly, nothing left to hide. He knew they’d sleep hard and well, just being close.
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Prompt: a qmi based on this? https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Bj781lxIUAEuYJu.jpg thanks! :3
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“Have you seen him smile?”
That was the first question put out the moment someone started joking about Zhou Mi’s legs or his nose or anything else. Maybe Kyuhyun had joked, too, once, because he saw pieces of a whole instead of what he should’ve. He could’ve been like everyone else. Okay, not everyone, but he still prided himself on being at least a little special.
And Zhou Mi sat with his chin in his palms, watching Kyuhyun try to say something to that effect.
“So you think I’m—“
“I’m not going to start writing sonnets,” Kyuhyun pointed out quickly, before Zhou Mi started getting some kind of idea. “I just think, you know. You’re.”
His traitorous face started heating as he stumbled and Zhou Mi was watching him like he was a particularly clumsy but adorable puppy.
Sometimes he looked at Zhou Mi and almost deflated inside because there was almost nowhere for the emotions to go, feelings instead of internal organs.
“You’re so cute,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun grunted at him. “You’re so…”
“So…” Kyuhyun led, and allowed himself to be pulled into Zhou Mi’s lap.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi decided finally, nuzzling into Kyuhyun’s hair.
And Zhou Mi was Zhou Mi. That was it exactly.
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Prompt: I would like some QmiChul, please. Perhaps Heechul welcoming the boys back after a hard round of promotions. Thank you~
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Kyuhyun was used to it, being the youngest. But when Heechul had said he wanted to welcome them back, he’d expected a little bit more planning than a bag full of snacks and instructions for Kyuhyun to order “something good” - which was subjective given their varying tastes.
But Zhou Mi was beaming, laughing at Heechul’s filming anecdotes and all but engulfing Heechul with his eyes since the time for Heechul to be smothered with hugs hadn’t yet arrived. That was going to be a few drinks later, at least, before one hug turned into two and then Zhou Mi was adoringly slathered all over him.
“We’ll be sleeping forever after this,” Kyuhyun said as he haphazardly handed out glasses.
He only got smacked once for it when a glass nearly veered off the table.
More food, and Heechul had them both in stitches, kicking at them both under the table when they couldn’t stop giggling. Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe Heechul aaas that funny. But he was obviously secretly pleased, too, and Kyuhyun snuck more noodles onto Heechul’s plate.
That got him a smack, too.
And the only reason Heechul didn’t argue at them for falling asleep on his shoulders when they relaxed on the couch, was the fact that he fell asleep first.
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Prompt: Hihi~ I hope you're doing well!! Could I request Kyu's bff/roommate Henry getting fed up at too much gaming so he starts setting (aka tricking) Kyu into going on blind dates (with other idols) and each is a disaster but Kyu is dense so it keeps happening but then Mi happens and happiness?? Thank you
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There were only so many nights he could listen to Kyuhyun grumbling at his computer. Even if Kyuhyun probably didn’t think he did (or maybe he knew he did). But whatever, he didn’t still didn’t stop and that meant Henry was just treated to wandering around to see Kyuhyun attached to his laptop night after night.
But Henry knew people. More than that, he knew people who knew people. Someone had tone out there who was going to take Kyuhyun’s attention off a screen and onto something else.
“I have a friend who really needs an extra person to go out with them. Because of numbers.”
It was a bad excuse, and it didn’t explain why Henry wasn’t going himself, but Kyuhyun didn’t argue, especially after Henry mentioned food. The guy was totally Kyuhyun’s type.
“How’d it go?” Henry asked when Kyuhyun returned.
“The girls were nice,” Kyuhyun said, shrugging. And then he went to meet his own true laptop.
The next weekend, it was a different guy, and the next another. Kyuhyun seemed perplexed that all of Henry’s friends suddenly required Kyuhyun’s attendance, but he never said no. At least he talked to one of the guys the next time out, though the guy had told Henry later that Kyuhyun had been nose to his phone. The next one had tried to take Kyuhyun shopping and Kyuhyun had ended up accidentally wandering away.
The fourth time, Henry had almost thought it was promising until declared the guy “okay” which was…less than stellar review on Kyuhyun’s part.
He’d almost given up on the fifth time, because Henry actually liked the guy. He wasn’t a Donghae, or a Ryeowook, but he was really nice, and Kyuhyun liked tall guys, and—
And then Kyuhyun came home, humming.
“How was dinner?”
“Good,” Kyuhyun said, scratching behind his ear and rubbing the edge of his phone with his thumb. “He’s coming to pick me up tomorrow because he wants someone to go to a museum with him.”
“Was he nice?”
Kyuhyun smiled, and Henry nearly cringed because the extrusion was so out of place on Kyuhyun’s face.
“Yeah.”
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Prompt: Can I request a fluff where member(s) complain that Zhou Mi let Kyuhyun get away with too much (otherwise) disrespectful actions? (Does that even make sense? Sorry >.<) Thank you ^^
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“He walks all over you.”
That got them a very perplexed stare, and everyone was nodding to Zhou Mi’s confusion.
“He talks back to you,” Ryeowook said.
“And he addresses you informally,” Henry put in.
“He uses you as a footstool and a headrest,” Donghae said, though he seemed to be only half paying attention since he was staring at his phone.
Of the three, Henry might’ve been the most outraged, possibly because he didn’t get away with a lot of that stuff. He got Ryeowook on his tail, whereas Kyuhyun didn’t - probably since most of it wasn’t directed at Ryeowook on Kyuhyun’s part. Though Zhou Mi would be surprised if Ryeowook hadn’t said something.
Henry clearly secretly enjoyed getting scolded, that was Zhou Mi’s theory.
But Zhou Mi barely got his mouth open before Ryeowook threw up his hands.
“And don’t say you don’t mind it, because he shouldn’t act like that with you.”
“He steals food from you,” Henry put in, coming up with a new one.
“He gave me food first,” Zhou Mi put in, his voice gentle enough to where everyone actually listened. “It makes me happy. He isn’t doing it to be disrespectful, but to show me how close he feels we are.”
Ryeowook was satisfied, and Henry sniffed. And Donghae kept playing on whatever game he’d been playing before.
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Prompt: Smut is okay..first time mating or something lol idk >< up to you? I just want something with qmi being wolves..and a hot one at that :DD thank youu (qmi wolf anon :3) smut
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It was on silk that he was taken, far different than their ancestors who ran the woods and hunted down their mates until they barely had the energy left to seal the bargain. The pack had run so many nights over the last few years that Kyuhyun had wondered if a mate from outside the pack would be his only option. At least, until the last moon, and Zhou Mi had rubbed his head against Kyuhyun’s shoulders and beckoned him to run.
So they had run, and chased, and played, nipping at ears and bowling each other over until almost sunrise. They’d gone home filthy, showering together without touch but watching with cautious eyes.
And when Zhou Mi had received permission to mate him, Kyuhyun had been ready.
He rested, bare, on dark silk sheets, and Zhou Mi touched him. Fingertips against his thighs, his belly, softest lips catching against his nipples. He’d been soft with apprehension to start, but not then with Zhou Mi’s mouth against his skin, pressing lavish kisses and worshiping him.
They could have done it in the woods, Zhou Mi bending him over a log and coming in him to the scent of rotting leaves and the night wind.
Instead he gripped the headboard and let Zhou Mi hold his thighs wide, and moaned as his mate pressed into him. That was the cock he’d seen in the shower, the one pressing into him in urgent little thrusts.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he teased, and then gasped as Zhou Mi’s brows furrowed and he slid deep.
He remembered Zhou Mi’s horrible joke that he was going to knot Kyuhyun and then Kyuhyun would be stuck with him.
It made him nearly snort and moan at the same time as Zhou Mi bent closer, hips rolling against Kyuhyun’s and lips so temptingly close. What had taken him so long, that was what he’d wanted to ask. He could’ve been rolling around in mutual ecstasy for a year, or—
They’d needed to be ready. There was a time, and that night, that moon, they’d been ready.
His head arched back into the pillow at the snap of Zhou Mi’s hips, moaning. He barely had the time part his lips before Zhou Mi was kissing him, tongue sweeping his and absorbing his moans as Zhou Mi gripped his cock and began to stroke. He moaned louder, hips pressing up and desperate and Zhou Mi didn’t stop stoking even after Kyuhyun’s thighs clamped on his hips. He came on urgent whimpers, Zhou Mi biting marks along his neck, shuddering.
“Not going to last,” Zhou Mi warned, like it was something in that moment was going to disappoint.
He dragged his nails up Zhou Mi’s back, watched Zhou Mi nearly snarl as he lifted Kyuhyun’s hips and thrust hard, the knot almost coming as a surprise Kyuhyun yelped and stilled. His cock throbbed as Zhou Mi moaned his name, coming with almost a convulsion of his whole body.
It’d been worth waiting for, he decided, and Zhou Mi smiled that wobbly little smile that seems to indicate he agreed.
“Mine and none other’s,” Zhou Mi said, his forehead against Kyuhyun’s.
Kyuhyun wriggled his hips, getting a moan from Zhou Mi, and smiled.
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Prompt: My brain is feeding me plots from what I assume is bad porn lol but i'm going with it: magic au, zhou mi screws up a spell and accidentally makes a zhou mi clone, and they team up to love on/fluster the unsuspecting partner kuixian. Or some other porny sexy hijinks for my poor Monday'd soul? 8D;;;; smut
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“There are two of you.”
Which was fairly obvious, given the two identical men in the room, right down to the clothes they wore. And it made Kyuhyun feel underdressed,
And Kyuhyun followed with the obvious: “So. What happened?”
Zhou Mi didn’t even have a sibling, much less a twin, and the magic he’d been working on hadn’t been that complicated.
“He’s me,” Zhou Mi said. Or. One of the Zhou Mis said. “And I’m him. Something went wrong with the spell. We think it’s going to go away eventually.”
Kyuhyun stared between them. “O..kay.”
He wasn’t sure what else to say. The two Zhou Mis shared a glance, a smile.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Zhou Mi said.
“Edible,” Zhou Mi replied.
Kyuhyun’s head hurt when he tried to reconcile the conversation, when a Zhou Mi stepped up to him.
“Which one are you?”
“Does it matter? Can you tell?”
He stared at Zhou Mi’s face, his eyes, poked his chin. Nothing different. All the same.
He certainly kissed the same, humming against Kyuhyun’s mouth and pulling him in like some kind of Zhou Mi-shaped magnet. But that wasn’t all, Kyuhyun’s eyes opening as another body pressed up against him, hips rocking against his ass with the telltale signs of the start of an erection. But Zhou Mi didn’t let him go, the one in front of him anyway. Kyuhyun moaned into Zhou Mi’s mouth, a set of lips against his throat, hands rubbing against his chest and on his hips.
“He wants you, too,” Zhou Mi whispered.
The same man. Same face, same body. Their erections listed the same way, hands gripped the same. It was like being caught between two eager whirlwinds, pinned between mouths and kisses and touches. He moaned into one kiss and turned to catch another, feeling drunk, like some kind of glutton where every way he turned there was a Zhou Mi to kiss or fondle. He didn’t know whose hand stripped him or which of the four hands on him got him fully hard. He moaned as fingers slid into him, fucking him as two mouths kissed across his chest.
When Zhou Mi gripped Kyuhyun’s hips and pulled him back into his lap, Kyuhyun wasn’t sure which one it was and wasn’t sure he cared. The cock he lowered himself onto was just like he expected, two pairs of hands steadying him as he rocked further onto it, lifting nearly off before sliding down again to the moans of Zhou Mi behind him. He had thirty seconds of that, at least, enjoying it without his mind being blown.
Because when he felt a touch it wasn’t a hand, but a mouth engulfing him, sucking him.
“Maybe I can give myself some pointers,” Zhou Mi mused, looking over Kyuhyun’s shoulder. And that was when he knew the Zhou Mi sucking him wasn’t “his” even though he looked the same, and sucked the same. It was too much, being filled and being fucked, too much to feel, too much to see. He moaned and Zhou Mi’s hips rose against his, held him still so they could please him. When he came, it was to Zhou Mi’s desperate moans. He was still clutching Zhou Mi’s hair in front of him when he felt Zhou Mi come inside him.
The second Zhou Mi winked and disappeared.
“So, when can you get him back?” Kyuhyun asked, exhausted and overwhelmed. And Zhou Mi chuckled.
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Prompt: HOCKEY!AU ALSO YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO THIS IS >.>
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Laces. Tap. The hiss of cloth and settling of body armor over shoulders. It was like preparing for anything, because the effort that got put into things was what was seen in the result. Kyuhyun could tape a stick in his sleep, dreamed of goals and spills, and colliding out of control across the ice. The skates made it so they could move, but the control, that was illusion. When he was younger, when he fell he got back up. Anymore, his bones ached sometimes, soaking and reliving the hit, the goal. He remembered looking up, nearly spitting out his mouth guard as Zhou Mi spun into him, a smile, engulfing hug.
“So gorgeous!” Zhou Mi enthused, their helmets clacking together.
The goal, not him, though he could pretend.
Zhou Mi seemed freer on the ice, like he could move, breathe. He was at home in the suits they wore, charming the socks off reporters left and right when sometimes with Kyuhyun all they got were scowls. On the ice, he went serious, brows drawn, going from almost perfect stillness to sprinting, his stick shooting out to block a pass. He was determination, fire sometimes when they were down and needed a boost. Sometimes he thought Zhou Mi should’ve been captain, but Kyuhyun knew he wore that A for a reason.
The captain couldn’t go on without someone to lean on, someone to score with him, someone to celebrate. Someone to love every bit of it, just as much as he did. Though also, and he accepted it sometimes more than others, someone to love.
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Prompt: Can you write an AU where Kyuhyun just wants a place to crash while gaming but furniture store worker Zhou Mi has very strong opinions on finding the perfect sofa?
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Kyuhyun, in the course of fifteen minutes, knew more about sofas than he had ever intended. What kind of fabrics stained? He knew that. What were likely to hold up to wear? Yup. Types of foam, types of construction. And that didn’t even go into color and form. He’d thought he’d show up, find one that wasn’t ugly and nice to sit on, and then pay, and that was it. He’d have the sofa delivered, and then rest on it as long as he was able every day.
He didn’t want it to be too shallow, Zhou Mi cautioned, because then if he fell asleep he couldn’t get comfortable. And if he didn’t stretch out on the three they’d narrowed it down to with Zhou Mi attentively bringing him an extra pillow, then he wouldn’t know how it felt to really get comfortable on them.
“Are you going to help me set it up in the right spot, too?” Kyuhyun joked.
But Zhou Mi was serious. “Do you have a picture? Oh! I could get paper. You could diagram it for me. Just a moment.”
He’d been…joking. Maybe he should’ve asked if Zhou Mi would just drop by and bring him some fruit and tea whenever he wanted, too.
He actually decided on the sofa he bought because of the fifteen other minutes they’d spent on the layout of his apartment.
“I think that should be perfect, unless there’s a measurement totally off,” Zhou Mi said, thwapping the paper with the pen he held.
“Do you have a number in case I can’t get it quite right?”
Again. A joke. But it ended up with a store business card and a number scribbled on it.
“I’m here five days a week,” Zhou Mi said. “That way you don’t have to ask for me. Though.”
Kyuhyun’s eyebrows rose. There was definitely something being held back.
“Though?”
“Though, you don’t just have to call about the sofa.”
It took Kyuhyun a moment to process, even with how mildly worried Zhou Mi looked. Like, maybe he was regretting that. Oh. Oh, Zhou Mi was—
“So I could call about an end-table,” Kyuhyun said, voice totally flat and serious.
“You could,” Zhou Mi agreed instantly. And then the flat of his hand met Kyuhyun’s arm when he realized Kyuhyun was teasing him.
The couch was nice and wide. Maybe it’d even be nice for two to nap on. And that was a thought that made him smile, even as the price made him wince.
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Prompt: can you write an omegaverse au qmi, please *_______* smut
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Omega. He’d known it almost from the time he could walk, cringing from alphas into his mother’s leg and hearing them laugh to think they had intimidated him. Not all of them were like that, but some wore their power like a cloak, enjoying their status. All Kyuhyun had was the knowledge that one day, he’d be beholden to an alpha for protection. It rankled, taking the pills that kept his heats from ravaging him as he was determined to finish college, so important to his parents. The pills made him feel slow, but it was better than losing a day or a weekend, and people made fun of him because they could smell it on him. Mostly other omegas, those who had an alpha, or those looking eagerly. They thought he was abnormal, and he knew he wasn’t.
Pills or not, he couldn’t always control it. He stopped next to a giant video screen split into several sections. On each, a man’s face, smiling, talking. The man began to laugh and a chill ran down Kyuhyun’s spine, forcing him to grab the back of a nearby bench. Alpha, celebrity host and singer, Kyuhyun knew Zhou Mi’s face. He hosted all the big shows, flew between Seoul and Beijing and New York with regularity. There was something sharp in that grin, something that had Kyuhyun gasping, aching, and waiting desperate for a cab to go home.
He’d gone into heat just from staring at a TV screen.
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“Have you ever gone into heat thinking about a celebrity?”
Donghae stared at him. “What? No? I mean, maybe I’ll think about one during a heat but no. It’s usually a smell or an alpha giving me the eye.”
It didn’t make Kyuhyun feel better but he reasoned that anything was possible. There was no reason for him to go when Zhou Mi was in Seoul, crowded around in a group of other omegas in the same state as him. Reactions to alphas didn’t work that way, not some kind of imaginary response where an omega went into heat without any kind of warning. He’d spent that heat wondering about Zhou Mi’s knot and what it would feel like to have Zhou Mi smiling against him. It did him no good to think about it when there was no resolution to be had in it, and his heat had been unremarkable.
But it was impossible not to keep thinking about it, when he knew Zhou Mi was no more than a few miles away. It wasn’t like he’d known somehow when Zhou Mi landed, but there was something in it keeping him wanting. Maybe it was sexual frustration or something else. Fascination in a response.
And it was a relief when Kyuhyun didn’t just drop right into heat when Zhou Mi walked out of the studio door, waving to fans on either side as he made his way toward where Kyuhyun had nestled himself among other fans. It had been a fluke. Maybe he’d skipped a pill, or—
Zhou Mi stopped ten feet away from him, his head tilting as he inhaled. Kyuhyun stared as though he were compelled to, as Zhou Mi’s head turned and he searched the crowd that had surged toward him. Kyuhyun was taller than most, so when their eyes met, Kyuhyun knew Zhou Mi could see him.
Zhou Mi licked his lips and Kyuhyun dropped straight into heat.
No one argued when the guards parted everyone in front of Kyuhyun. He was too busy staring at the ground to notice how it happened as a hand gripped his elbow and he got his first real inhale of Zhou Mi’s scent.
He was an omega, not a commodity. He could say no, walk away. But Zhou Mi nuzzled along his neck and Kyuhyun shuddered.
“Let’s get out of here before we put on a show,” Zhou Mi whispered.
Maybe the other omegas wished it was them that Zhou Mi led into the car, but they still had a chance since it wasn’t as though Kyuhyun was going to be claimed - there was just the high possibility that he was going to be taken.
“Are you a fan?” Zhou Mi asked, and didn’t seem offended when Kyuhyun shook his head. The car was driving them to who knew where and Kyuhyun was unconcerned but for the hand on his wrist.
“I saw you on TV once and went into heat,” Kyuhyun confessed. “I wanted to know if— I take pills so this doesn’t happen.”
“If the heat is stronger than the pills, that’s why I could smell you. We can go to my hotel for your heat, or we can drop you at home.”
If Zhou Mi’s hand had landed on his thigh right then, Kyuhyun would have melted, incapable of anything but agreeing. Instead, Zhou Mi’s hand stayed steady on his wrist.
“I don’t want to spend this heat alone,” Kyuhyun said. Which was what he had known since before he had even seen Zhou Mi - that given the chance he would have agreed to anything.
And that was when Zhou Mi’s lips met his neck, a growl in his throat as he kissed along Kyuhyun’s skin. Kyuhyun was grateful for the black divider separating them from the driver, but the glossy surface showed him his own gasping face when he orgasmed as Zhou Mi cupped him through his pants.
“Not in this car,” Zhou Mi muttered as though trying to convince himself.
They went up through a back entrance in the hotel, Kyuhyun’s head lowered as Zhou Mi led him. Zhou Mi didn’t let him go until they were locked into the room, and Kyuhyun’s breaths came fast as he followed Zhou Mi in toward the wide bed. The broad shoulders, the slender hips. He smelled of alpha, of want, and he was stripping himself out of his jacket as he turned back to Kyuhyun.
It had barely fallen when Kyuhyun’s arms wrapped around Zhou Mi’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. He wanted to taste that mouth, feel how wide it was against his. He moaned, flush against Zhou Mi’s body as much as he could be and kissing along Zhou Mi’s lips. His whole body flushed at the first touch of Zhou Mi’s tongue, letting Zhou Mi kiss him any way he wanted as Zhou Mi’s hands slid all over him.
“You’re perfect,” Zhou Mi murmured against his mouth, squeezing Kyuhyun’s ass.
Kyuhyun whimpered and pushed in for another kiss.
If his clothes could have dissolved as the sound Zhou Mi made, low in his throat, Kyuhyun would have willed them to. As it was he let Zhou Mi pull at the bottom of his shirt and undershirt, raising his arms to have them pulled over his head. With his arms free, he could reach for the shiny buttons of Zhou Mi’s shirt, fumbling and gasping and wondering that he wasn’t just combusting. If he’d been home, he’d have been filling himself with his fingers, with a toy, long before then.
“Please,” he gasped, only half the buttons undone.
“I won’t tell you no,” Zhou Mi said, his grin a bit sharp. And he reached and opened Kyuhyun’s pants. It was so easy, the slide of that straining zipper, the push of cloth so his cock could rise hard toward his belly.
Kyuhyun stayed still, his hips covered by Zhou Mi’s hands, pinned by Zhou Mi’s eyes on his.
“On your knees?” Zhou Mi asked, the tip of his nose just brushing Kyuhyun’s.
Oh yes. He didn’t have to told twice, stepping on his shoes to rid himself of them and kicking out of his pants that had just kept falling. And maybe he went, but he didn’t go alone. No, he snagged his fingers in Zhou Mi’s shirt and pulled, dragging Zhou Mi with him as he clambered onto the bed. He wanted just what he got, the scrape of cloth on his bare back and the heat of breath against his skin. Being on his knees wasn’t a sign of submission, though it was to some. It harkened to traditions, the first meeting of an alpha and omega. The first knotting. Proof of the omega’s willingness and proof of the alpha’s need.
Proof of his own need.
“Please, please, please, please,” he whispered, and it was a litany, one he barely realized he was doing. It was only briefly interrupted at the full press of Zhou Mi’s cock against him. He knew in his head that it was not warmer than body temperature, he knew it. But it felt hot even through the wet his body made, making Kyuhyun moan as he settled onto his elbows, ready. So ready.
He needed nothing, no coaxing, no gentleness. There was nothing like that required to make him want or making him ready.
And he moaned as the head of Zhou Mi’s cock pressed into him. He was slick and so in need and his body nearly sang as Zhou Mi slid deeper. More. More. Zhou Mi gripped his hips and held him steady as Zhou Mi’s own quest for more had their hips rocking - fucking into Kyuhyun and taking him deeper. An alpha, making his claim. No alpha would touch him then, not until Zhou Mi’s scent left him. Days. Weeks. He didn’t care, wanting nothing but Zhou Mi to satiate his heat.
And he wanted— He wanted that. To moan when Zhou Mi gripped his hips and pulled him back and filled him as much as possible, only to pull back and do it all again. He was being fucked, his heat was being met, and he moaned against cloth, into his own arm, bracing himself as Zhou Mi moans went high and he fucked faster. There was no such thing as a slow knotting in a heat, and he shouted, bowing off the bed as Zhou Mi palmed along his belly and gripped his cock. He was hard, from the heat, from the fucking, and Zhou Mi stroked him without finesse, long fingers squeezing against him until he was babbling and clutching tight around Zhou Mi’s cock.
“Come on,” Zhou Mi urged, and Kyuhyun’s orgasm was punctuated by gasps, coming onto the bedspread as Zhou Mi’s cock grew thicker. Or part of it anyway. It rubbed inside him, causing his cock to jolt in aftershocks of pleasure. He was still pulsing in Zhou Mi’s hand when the knot went tight inside of him.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi bit out. “Oh.”
It was the call of an alpha, whose hips took one last desperate jolt as he came, tied to Kyuhyun. It didn’t settle his heat, but it did settle him, which was nearly as good. Without having to brace himself he could relax and enjoy the lingering pleasure, the feel of the knot and Zhou Mi’s heat against him as he draped himself over Kyuhyun. Skin and cloth and Zhou Mi’s breath on his skin, it was comfort even as his body still raged.
“Thank you,” Zhou Mi said.
And that was…weird. He’d never been thanked by an alpha before, not for that.
“Thank you?” Kyuhyun responded, and got something near a squeak as he squeezed around Zhou Mi’s knot. But he got a laugh after, a nuzzle.
“I could smell you,” Zhou Mi said, his hands skimming Kyuhyun’s ribs, his waist, his hips. Connection, soothing, arousal.
“I know.”
He’d dropped into heat so fast when Zhou Mi had looked at him.
“I don’t mean today. When I got off the plane, I could—“
“Smell me among millions of people and the sewers?”
He was in heat, not dead.
Zhou Mi chuckled, pressing a kiss between Kyuhyun’s shoulder blades.
“No. Not like that. It was more… Anticipation.”
“You knew you were going to get laid,” Kyuhyun summarized, trying to wiggle back his hips so that Zhou Mi got the picture.
“Hoped. And I guess I will more than once.”
At least twice that night, there was no doubt about that.
“When do you come back to Seoul?”
He could almost feel Zhou Mi’s smile. “I haven’t left yet.”
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Prompt: So I usually avoid omegaverse because I can't shut my brain off from going "But wolves don't work that way..." but since it was Qmi+you I gave it a shot and I skimmed the more wolf-y mentions, but I enjoyed it to my pleasant surprise! I love celebrity/normal! Could I ask for a continuation plz? haha
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Kyuhyun hated feeling like a groupie, someone outside and not included. Zhou Mi’s manager eyed him like he was some kind of hired help, at least until Zhou Mi said a few low words that Kyuhyun couldn’t understand. It wasn’t as though he’d used some kind of coercion, talked Zhou Mi into something he didn’t want. All he had was the response of his own body, and of Zhou Mi’s to him, and it could have been a hundred other omegas. It hadn’t had to be Kyuhyun. When Zhou Mi had him for his heat, Kyuhyun left knowing they would undoubtedly never see each other again even if Zhou Mi had asked for his phone number. Zhou Mi left Seoul and did whatever he normally did, and Kyuhyun’s life went on. He had a lot of good memories from that night, good enough that he didn’t regret it.
But that didn’t keep him from being surprised at the sound of Zhou Mi’s voice through his cell phone telling him that he was in a car downstairs and was Kyuhyun free. He got his eyes on Zhou Mi without his hormones going nuts, exhaling as he got in the car. It was different, the back of the dark interior since his body wasn’t on edge. Maybe the pills had kicked in, keeping him on track like they should’ve been to start with.
“When did you get in?” Kyuhyun asked.
The day before, two in the afternoon. Kyuhyun knew, because it had been all over the news. But it was something to ask, to say, while trying to get his palms dry against his pants.
“Yesterday. I had a schedule that lasted almost all night, and then I slept so I didn’t show up here and ask where a good place was to nap,” Zhou Mi teased.
It made Kyuhyun laugh, gripping a bit at the seat belt.
“So,” Kyuhyun said. He didn’t know what Zhou Mi wanted. Sex was an option, if Zhou Mi was into that without an omega in heat. Some alphas weren’t, unless it was a mate.
“Are you hungry?”
If Kyuhyun was asked that question any time of the day, the answer was usually affirmative. However, Zhou Mi was asking Kyuhyun if he wanted to get something to eat. And that meant his answer was definitely yes.
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The room that they got led to was secluded. It paid to be a celebrity, sometimes, he guessed, though there were enough eyes on Zhou Mi at all the other times that he deserved to eat in private.
“You didn’t go into heat the moment we laid eyes on each other,” Zhou Mi observed, after their food was set out for them.
Kyuhyun thought a moment before responding. “Maybe I got you out of my system.”
Zhou Mi laughed a bit as he smiled down at his salad. “I hope not.”
The fact that those words made his stomach clutch told him it probably wasn’t true. Sure, it was physical. But it could be the power of the mind, too, as well as emotional. He pushed part of it out of his head, not wanting to consider it there when they could relax.
“I’m glad, really,” Zhou Mi said. “I wanted a chance to talk to you. We didn’t get enough time last time, Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi’s eyes promised him that he could be one of two.
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Prompt: could I ask for attack on Titan qmi? I am sooo obsessed lately it's getting kinda ridiculous lmao
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He was a Titan - no. He could become one. He was—
He’d seen the fear in Zhou Mi’s eyes, felt the horror, the revulsion, the…excitement. The things he could do, the good he could do. He wanted them to be able to take back the outer wall, take back the land around it, take back everything. He wanted to look at each person who had suffered and tell them he fought for those they’d lost, their homes, their lives. And he knew most of them would want nothing to do with him. He was a reminder, a danger, and his place was outside of the safety where he could do the most good without people living in fear of him.
“Do you want to eat people when you’re like that?” Zhou Mi wondered, and didn’t seem offended when Kyuhyun tried to elbow him.
“Why would you even ask that?” Kyuhyun asked, scowling.
“I’m pretty tasty,” Zhou Mi said, shrugging.
And Kyuhyun couldn’t help the laugh, and knew he’d been had when Zhou Mi grinned back at him.
“I’ll let you know when I get hungry. Though you’re more like a toothpick.”
Even with the insult, Zhou Mi didn’t move away from him, leaning against him on their makeshift bed.
“I just want to..I just want to beat them. For it to be over. What do we do when it’s over?”
“We live,” Zhou Mi said, and leaned against him a little harder. Maybe. Maybe they would.
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Prompt: Hi ^^ I read All That I Am again and I am craving for more. Can you write a little about their daily life 5 years later like how they wake up, sleep at the end of the day and in between missing each other?Thank you so much ^^
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Zhou Mi couldn’t claim that either of them were morning people, getting caught up in what they were focusing on and being reluctant to sleep. Though it helped having another person there to insist, even if it meant resting close together and examining the weird shadows the turtle statue made on the wall. And sleeping next to each other, there was no way to escape the alarms - two of them - that went off to get Kyuhyun motivated to another work day. Having two allowed Kyuhyun to use Zhou Mi as a living pillow, more so in the winter when he wanted to stay warm just a minute longer and Zhou Mi’s chest was just the right temperature. In the summer when things were sticky, even with the air conditioner, they fought over the rights to the sheet and at least one morning Zhou Mi had woke with his feet on his pillow and his head on Kyuhyun’s knee.
Kyuhyun had laughed at him.
He hadn’t so much laughed when space necessitated the separation of their wardrobes. Zhou Mi still kept some things in Kyuhyun’s walk-in closet for form and convenience, but he’d made over a separate room with rolling hangers and corridors of options. One was just for jackets and ties, and there was a low bureau with locking drawers outfitted for various jewelry and accessories. When he thought about it like that, he felt indulged, but it wasn’t so much that the sum total of items were all that expensive and the vast majority he’d purchased himself. The ones with decent sized diamonds or anything of note stayed in a safe, but his general collection of cufflinks was on display. Some were from Kyuhyun who had a sly way of buying a new set at random instead of letting Zhou Mi expect a new pair on any major holiday or anniversary. Those events were, with the allowance of schedules, meant for trips or days at the spa, or finding a space on the nearest beach and eating chilled fruit and watching the sunset. He didn’t need lavish things, could have culled his wardrobe in half if it meant Kyuhyun’s contentment.
But for whatever reason, his room and collection satisfied Kyuhyun as well. They fit like that, Kyuhyun with his four laptops and insistence on a chef that could make all of his favorite dishes. It made getting up in the morning a little easier when they blearily stared at each other across the breakfast nook, Kyuhyun with his fruit and steaming hot cereal and Zhou Mi with a savory soup that Kyuhyun snuck spoonfuls of. And he wondered why Zhou Mi requested it almost every morning.
Maybe he knew, the same way he knew Zhou Mi was going to doze the first third of the ride to work before fiddling with the radio and with his phone. It was because he could, because when Kyuhyun had banged up his ankle, Zhou Mi had been the one stuck driving them around. Kyuhyun had offered to hire a driver, but Zhou Mi’s feelings as a man and one half of their relationship had been insulted. Kyuhyun liked that little bit of control, and so did he. Most days they were too busy even to meet for lunch - a luxury for Kyuhyun more than Zhou Mi with his little office and smiles reserved for clients of the company. But when Kyuhyun got free early, he smirked watching Zhou Mi walk up to him.
“Do I know you?” Kyuhyun asked, poking a finger through one of Zhou Mi’s buttonholes and tugging him in.
“It’s been almost ten hours, and he’s forgotten me,” Zhou Mi said, his voice intentionally grave.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth to retort but was interrupted by the growling of his stomach. And that was them, then, giggling against each other while trying to get to the garage and go. Go where, who knew, since sometimes they went out, explored, tried a new restaurant or ate leftovers at home. Being in a relationship with the boss was kind of a perk, kind of a pain depending on the people he talked with, but he wouldn’t have traded it.
But Kyuhyun who linked fingers with him and led him to his car wasn’t his boss, just the man he lived with. The man who sent sly eyes his way and stole a kiss against the side of the car.
“Dinner. Movie in bed,” Kyuhyun proposed.
Whether they’d get to the end of the movie without wandering hands or sleepy eyes, they would see. But it was obvious by his smile that he agreed.
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Prompt: Pwp: qmi. Mi is too attractive in suits. Maybe office au or swing themed smut
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Zhou Mi had picked out the tie, silver, because he liked the way it looked against his shirt and on Kyuhyun’s skin. It was a tease then, just silk against Kyuhyun’s dark shirt but there hadn’t been cloth in the way before. In bed, on the desk. In their car. But nothing was like that, when all Zhou Mi could hear was the crinkle of unimportant papers under Kyuhyun’s back and the sound of people walking in the hallway. An office with no windows, an office that locked on his lunch hour, a broad desk.
And a man willing the lie back on it with a smile that dared Zhou Mi to do his worst.
After hours, Kyuhyun’s moans had thundered in the office, and it was a test to see how close he could get Kyuhyun to breaking. But it wasn’t just Kyuhyun who was challenged, with Kyuhyun slick and tight around him he had to focus on breathing, on moving with Kyuhyun’s fingers curled around the back of his neck. He couldn’t talk dirty, couldn’t take the chance someone would hear, so he let his eyes speak flickering up Kyuhyun’s chest, staring at Kyuhyun’s mouth, his heavy eyes. When Kyuhyun scowled at him, Zhou Mi waggled his eyebrows just as much as he waggled his hips and he watched as Kyuhyun’s breath caught. So close to moaning, just barely held back and covered with a swallow.
“Almost,” Zhou Mi whispered, and Kyuhyun retaliated by wrapping his legs around Zhou Mi just a little bit tighter. That was what they were there for - not just that, the connection, the danger of it, the want. Kyuhyun’s fingers tangled in the tie and tugged, just a little and Zhou Mi wheezed, hips rocking against Kyuhyun’s just a little faster. Nothing fell a miracle as fast as they were rocking the desk and was sighing, great gulping sighs as Zhou Mi took. Zhou Mi was going to kiss him so hard the moment they got home, the moment they—
All the breath in his body nearly left him as Kyuhyun let out a quiet moan. He’d broken first, and Zhou Mi grinned as he tilted up Kyuhyun’s hips and it took twenty seconds of focused pleasure before he came.
He was panting, sweating in his dress shirt and suit jacket.
Kyuhyun bared his teeth when Zhou Mi held up a finger to his lips, pulling away and rolling up in his office chair because Kyuhyun was hard and he wasn’t going to stay that way much longer.
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Prompt: Could you write a few months later to Things I Know About You? Like one of their friends asks how they met and Kyuhyun is all cute embarrassed and Zhou Mi is all vague but not actually lying? Thanks! I love that story~♥
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“I heard you met in a club.”
Kyuhyun’s mouth opened and closed, looking to Zhou Mi with something like panic in his eyes. Zhou Mi tried not to giggle, he did, but what he ended up doing was mostly swallowing it before nodding.
“That’s right. I’d been dragged out, and there was this guy dancing who caught my eye.”
Siwon’s head tilted. “Kyuhyun dancing?”
Zhou Mi did laugh then, especially at Kyuhyun’s narrowed eyes.
“Get a drink in him and he gets willing. But yeah I was…enjoying watching him. It was like he was dancing just for me after that.” And he had been. Zhou Mi beamed at Kyuhyun whose ears were going red. “I got a kiss and a snuggle out of him before Henry dragged him home, and didn’t think I was going to get to see him again. That made me sad because he had a great…personality.”
“Kissing a stranger?”
Kyuhyun cleared his throat. “Well.”
“It was just one of those magical nights,” Zhou Mi shrugged. “You don’t make a connection like that too often. But we saw each other the next week, same club, and he agreed to go eat with me. He was a handful.”
“I asked you out first after that,” Kyuhyun argued. “You said that was a pre-date.”
“I didn’t care what we called it,” Zhou Mi laughed, rubbing his hand on Kyuhyun’s arm.
And Siwon looked at them both like they weren’t all with it. “That’s not quite as wild as I imagined.”
Zhou Mi glanced at the little treble clef resting on Kyuhyun’s shirt, before glancing up to see Kyuhyun had murder in his eyes if Zhou Mi said anything else. He’d thought he’d been very discreet. They both knew better. It had been just wild enough.
“Handful,” Kyuhyun muttered at him as they exited the restaurant together.
And Zhou Mi’s laugh echoed into the street.
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Prompt: Oh and/or porn qmi. First time paired together kyu nearly passes out from orgasm. (this really happened in jgv... Manato...) smut
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It wasn’t that the room had been too warm, because he’d experienced that. It wasn’t that Zhou Mi was holding him too tight, or holding him down too hard. It wasn’t that he wasn’t breathing because he had the breath to moan— though with each thrust it grew weaker.
He moaned and arched his back as Zhou Mi thrust into him, and all the breath that was in him caught in his throat as Zhou Mi’s fingers wrapped around his cock.
Just—
That. That, the angling of Zhou Mi’s hips, the rapid jolt of them, the slick, warm fingers pulling at his cock as Zhou Mi growled and nearly willed him to come. All he could think that was Zhou Mi was probably close himself, thought of how his face would look, and felt the orgasm start to catch, clawing deep as ecstasy held him suspended.
He came. He tried to make a sound, but couldn’t— Couldn’t— His ears went hollow, vision grainy like an old TV, and still Zhou Mi stroked him, moaning behind him as Kyuhyun wheezed and struggled. He was ejaculating, gasping, euphoria spinning and darkness threatening as he struggled to breathe when his air was being forced from him by every flex of Zhou Mi’s hips. He clutched at the sheet and Zhou Mi rocked faster, moaned louder, until he pulled out and came on Kyuhyun’s back. He closed his eyes as the room spun, dragging in a deep breath and letting out a strangled moan as Zhou Mi smeared his come over Kyuhyun’s skin.
When Zhou Mi gripped his chin, he turned his head back, still trying to breathe as Zhou Mi kissed him, tongue filthy against Kyuhyun’s until the director stopped them.
“What happened?” Zhou Mi said, tilting his head as Kyuhyun pushed himself up. “You don’t usually go so limp and quiet.”
“I nearly passed out,” Kyuhyun said, accepting a towel from one of the crew.
Zhou Mi reacted with all the alarm Kyuhyun had expected. And yeah, it’d been scary, but… If he had to pass out, he wanted it to be from that.
“You made me come too hard,” Kyuhyun said, flicking Zhou Mi with the towel and watched worry fade to something else.
Something a little more like pride.
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Prompt: Qmi succubi fic? Either au or bandfic for fun? Kyuhyun is a succubus or smth smut
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Zhou MI dreamed. He was in a club, crowded, loud and oddly quiet. He walked seeing men in so many states of undress, reaching out to brush their hands across his skin— Why was he naked? He shuddered and pressed into touches, for some reasoned unashamed but looking for one that suited him, a man who would pull him in. And he saw that man, perched on a stool and watching him, his eyes dark and shadowed, his hair gleaming, and body in dark clothes.
“Do you want me?” the man asked, his mouth not moving, but so tempting all the same, and Zhou Mi walked up to him, naked, aroused, ready.
And Zhou Mi woke, gasping, his body frozen and cool in the night air as he struggled to breathe, to move. His eyes owned and in the light from outside he saw a man straddling him.
A man. The man in his dream.
“Shh,” the man said, as Zhou Mi tried to struggle. “You chose me, and I’m here. My name is Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi inhaled, his limbs suddenly free as Kyuhyun kissed him. He hadn’t been naked when he slept, but he was then. He breathed deep through his nose, reaching for Kyuhyun’s shoulders, and moaning as his cock throbbed at the flicker of Kyuhyun’s tongue on his. It had been a dream. Maybe it was still a dream as Kyuhyun’s hands moved restless through his hair. Kyuhyun’s body stretched over his, his hips rubbing against Zhou Mi’s as he kissed, trapping Zhou Mi’s cock between them, Kyuhyun’s cock sliding against his.
Kyuhyun sank his teeth into Zhou Mi’s lower lip, and Zhou Mi came, the sudden shock of it causing him to arch and whimper
There was a chuckle, Kyuhyun releasing his lip and stroking down Zhou Mi’s sides.
“Yes. I could feel how much you needed me.”
Kyuhyun was a stranger, and— He was still hard. He didn’t know how he could still be hard as Kyuhyun pushed himself up and pressed himself down onto Zhou Mi’s cock. Tight. Slick. Zhou Mi moaned and trembled.
“Just right,” Kyuhyun luxuriated.
And all Zhou Mi could do was reach for Kyuhyun’s thighs and hold, watching Kyuhyun’s cock bob as he rode Zhou Mi and deep. There was nothing in him wishing to stop, mesmerized by the way that Kyuhyun watched him, rose and fell so effortlessly on him.
“Kyuhyun,” he said aloud, startled by his own voice almost as Kyuhyun’s teeth gleamed.
“I’ll take all your want,” Kyuhyun promised, and rode him harder. He moaned, writhing, trying to thrust up as Kyuhyun controlled how fast, how rough. Pleasure threatened like a storm and wouldn’t let go as Kyuhyun moaned and went faster.
But his thighs trembled when he came, startling at Kyuhyun’s laugh.
He still felt hard, still felt ready for more when Kyuhyun pulled off of him, wretched out beside him.
“Maybe I can have some of your pretty mouth,” Kyuhyun hummed, touching Zhou Mi’s lips with his fingertips.
He curled over, resting his head on Kyuhyun’s stomach as he stretched his mouth around Kyuhyun’s cock. Warm and musk and sweet, he sucked with desperation, as though he could almost feel it himself. Kyuhyun stroked his hair, and moaned for him, coating Zhou Mi’s tongue with come and still urging him to suck more. It felt like he’d been there hours when Kyuhyun tugged him, pulled his arm and kissed his mouth and wrapped his thighs around Zhou Mi’s hips.
“Still hungry,” Kyuhyun murmured, when Zhou Mi moaned as he sank into Kyuhyun.
“How—“
Kyuhyun shook his head, his hips urging Zhou Mi to fuck faster.
“If you want more, all you have to do is say my name,” Kyuhyun said, and kissed Zhou Mi until he came again, rocking into Kyuhyun’s body, almost too tight, crying out as Kyuhyun’s nails dug into his back and urged him to keep going.
Zhou Mi woke at sunrise on his belly, sore, sticky, exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. He stumbled, bleary into the bathroom, and stared at his reflection. There, on his shoulder, a perfect imprint of teeth that hadn’t been there when he’d gone to sleep.
Kyuhyun. He remembered the dream.
Or. Perhaps not.
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Prompt: Hi have you seen this Swing QMi polaroid pic thing xD http://instagram.com/p/nzk9SqxvZx/ May I request for QMi shenanigans during Swing promos? Thanks! ♡
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They’d had lessons on how not to fall off the tables. The fact that he could even think that with a straight face made him laugh, but given the near-miss accidents of a pretty out-there choreography, they’d needed it. No one needed a broken arm or a twisted ankle while trying to hop on and off of tables and fling towels around.
Shooting a music video was hard work, but it was fun, too, especially in the downtime. Henry was all over the tables like a mountain goat, but the rest of them liked a little more downtime than that. Kyuhyun curled up on the table beside him touching but not too much because of their hair and the fact that they were already too hot despite the temperature on the room. It wasn’t quite like having a dog curl up next to him because Kyuhyun was laughing and shaking the tables they were on.
“How many more takes?” Kyuhyun asked, tucking a hand between his thighs and moving his head against Zhou Mi.
“I don’t know,” he said, his brain absent when he realized they’d been conversing in Mandarin and not Korean. He stared down at Kyuhyun’s head and wanted to poke it but that’d just get Kyuhyun to move which was the last thing he wanted. He knew the importance of having something nearby that gave him support, and the times he could be that for Kyuhyun, he was glad.
That didn’t keep him from putting an ice cube down Kyuhyun’s shirt when they were done, and the subsequent mock beating and grumbly hug had him gigging the rest of the night.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi starts calling Kyuhyun pet names and he complains but eventually becomes resigned and even grows to like it? Thanks
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“Sweetheart.”
Kyuhyun looked up from his book. “What?”
“Just trying it out,” Zhou Mi said, humming to himself. “Baby?”
“Haven’t been one of those for a while,” Kyuhyun pointed out, and that made Zhou Mi nod. He thought that was the end of end, at least until he was manfully folding his socks.
“What’s up, precious?” Zhou Mi asked, leaning his chin on Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
Kyuhyun stared at the wall. “Did you hit your head?”
“Sugarplum? Peaches?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Only for you,” Zhou Mi said, giving him a big smacking kiss on the cheek and a pinch on the butt as he walked away for good measure.
“I live with a strange man,” Kyuhyun said to his socks.
Zhou Mi tried another dozen names, ranging from kitten to cupcake.
“Are you serious?” Kyuhyun asked more than once. “What’s so wrong with my name? Zhou Mi, come on.”
“I love your name, too, but everyone uses it! This would be something just for us. I think it’s just for us?” Zhou Mi mused.
That made Kyuhyun snort. “None of my friends call me sugarplum. Though my mom might have once,” he said, heading Zhou Mi off at the pass.”
It took the wind out of his sails for approximately three seconds.
“It’s just for you and me, darling,” Zhou Mi said, petting his hair.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth, trying to think of an objection. It wasn’t sappy. Didn’t call him an object or a food. So instead of fighting it, he leaned into Zhou Mi’s side and sighed.
“Just not in front of my friends.”
And on that they were agreed.
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Prompt: Future AU QMi? Kyuhyun is TV surfing and stumbles upon an Appa Eodiga/ Return of Superman chinese show where ZhouMi and his adorable 5 year old daughter are mainstays. Thank you! ♡♡♡
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It was one of those funny tics he had, when he turned on the TV now and again, to linger at the TV stations he received from China. There was nothing he understood, most often just boring news or historical dramas. When he’d started doing that he’d linger several seconds, joking to himself that maybe Zhou Mi would show up in a drama or one some variety show. It became a little game that was mostly painful since he could’ve searched Zhou Mi’s name on any computer and turned up pictures. There were still some in his phone.
He had Zhou Mi’s number, even, if he hadn’t changed it.
But he hadn’t seen Zhou Mi in years, hadn’t talked to him since that annoyingly-bright day at the airport when Zhou Mi had said a lot of words that Kyuhyun had mown over. “Someday” had been one of them, and a lot of others. Kyuhyun had ridden a taxi the entirety of the way back to his apartment, readied for his next show, and that had been that. A chapter of his life, closed, and a man who’d been in it on a flying tin can back to his home country probably never to return.
He’d given up catching a glimpse of Zhou Mi on TV a long time previous, and it was more habit that had him pausing. He saw the little girl first, shrieking as she ran down a sidewalk toward a camera crew. A man followed. Long legs, ugly sweater. Kyuhyun nearly laughed. It couldn’t—
Zhou Mi caught the little girl up and together they grinned at the camera. And Kyuhyun lost all the air in his lungs, like a donkey had just kicked in his ribs.
“Baba,” she said, touching Zhou Mi’s face and pointing something out before Zhou Mi let her down and took her hand and led her toward a table. If Kyuhyun had had any doubt, it was gone.
There were shades of Zhou Mi in her face, her eyes, her beaming smile. She laughed like he did, freely, climbing into Zhou Mi’s lap with an unstated and loving welcome as Zhou Mi held her with great care. Five minutes later, the program ended to Kyuhyun’s astonished eyes and he all but leapt for his laptop.
Zhou Mi, actor, singer, host. He’d married, six years ago. One child, the little girl Kyuhyun had seen. Zhou Mi had stayed in Beijing, his wife in Hong Kong, until their divorce almost two years previous. It had been a small wave as far as things went, which explained why Donghae or Siwon or whoever hadn’t called him up asking if he was okay. They’d learned to stop asking, stop telling him news when he started snapping at them. Even if the band wasn’t a unit - oh, they joined up and got together for specials - they still were together. People started joking about them being seniors even before the last of them had gotten out of the military. Some closer than others, but Kyuhyun got random texts and emails, saw people on show sets and at award shows.
The first month, he’d wondered with every new text, call, email. He’d known, logically, that it was just as much in his power to pick up his phone or, hell, write a letter on a piece of paper. It was stubbornness that kept him from it. Then it got to be too long after so it felt awkward, and then if he just forgot he ever had an option he didn’t have to blame himself for not trying.
And in the course of a day, he’d watched every episode of the show Zhou Mi was on with his daughter, not even caring that he couldn’t understand most of what was said. Zhou Mi with his daughter on his shoulders, Zhou Mi racing with her, shouting almost as loud as she did as they competed against other kids and fathers. She napped against his chest, and Zhou Mi watched her with such obvious joy in her. At first, it made him hurt, like everything in his chest was all pulled up tight. One of Zhou Mi’s free laughs, a laugh he remembered directed at him, muffled into his shoulder, made air bottle up in his throat, his eyes stinging. By the end of episode three, laughter felt like medicine, watching Zhou Mi flail and speak so seriously to the camera. He laughed until he felt sick with it, wavering between amused and—
“I miss you,” he almost accused his computer screen.
Zhou Mi had left, the end of his contract meaning a lot of doors opening that hadn’t been open before. It had been something they’d known was coming for years. Zhou Mi had left, but Kyuhyun had left, too, because he hadn’t seen any chance of a future. And Zhou Mi had his adorable daughter, and Kyuhyun had…
He had work, and friends, a nephew. He’d dated. He’d tried. There was no guarantee with zhou Mi, no guarantee with anything, nothing that told him that Zhou Mi still cared whether he was alive much less anything else. And that was so stupid to think.
“Orange Mi” - he’d never changed the way Zhou MI’s number had been put into his phone. There was a tremble between his shoulders as the phone rang, begging Zhou Mi to answer, begging him not to. He could say he’d tried.
But there was a click, the line opening up, and a moment of silence like a drawn breath.
“Kuixian?”
“Hi,” he said, and it came out rushed, forced.
“Are you okay? Is… Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Um. Yes. I wanted to hear your voice.”
It wasn’t fair of him, wasn’t fair to make Zhou Mi remember how to speak to him, out of the blue years later.
“I’m so glad you called,” Zhou Mi said. And Kyuhyun could picture the smile as he said it.
The phone bill was enormous. The next-day flight cost, even bigger. But that first hug had been worth it.
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