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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Want it, say it – Oneshot
Title: Want it, say it
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun has his ways to improve Zhou Mi’s Korean.
Comments: I’m having a really bad day so this was a quick ficlet to make myself feel better \o/ It kinda sorta worked. It was written really quickly though so I apologize for the possible incoherency or occasional weird phrasing XD I hope you like it anyway!
When Zhou Mi first came to Korea, he barely knew how to introduce himself. He had tried, he really had, but there had been so much to prepare and so much to remember that the foreign syllables simply seemed to slip from his mind like oiled. Whatever he lacked in speech he made up in enthusiasm, though, in the sheer amount of happiness, friendliness and determination he was radiating everywhere around him.
It was at a party of a common friend where Zhou Mi first met Kyuhyun, and neither of them said much. Zhou Mi used all the Korean he knew (and a few self-invented words too, most certainly) and Kyuhyun told him to sit down and eat. It was not in a hostile way, no, especially not with that glimmer in those deep brown eyes and the slight curve of his full lips. If anything, it made Zhou Mi somewhat flustered as he followed the suggestion and took a seat, focusing on the offered food rather than on his obviously failing Korean.
It was quite frustrating, not being able to communicate with the attractive young man right next to him. He tried a couple of times, always only receiving monosyllabic answers until he gave up on that. There was no other way but learning more Korean, he assumed, mournfully frowning as he looked at the amused glint in Kyuhyun's eyes when they couldn't communicate past grade school vocabulary.
Eight hours later, when Zhou Mi first set foot in Kyuhyun's room, he had no idea that the other man had taken it upon himself to improve his halting, accented Korean. He learned that soon enough, when he was pinned against the wall right next to the slightly ajar door, Kyuhyun right up his front and his mouth covering his own, hot and hard and needy. He didn't usually let anyone this close before he at least knew more than their name but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care when Kyuhyun's long fingers wormed their way underneath the waistband of his designer jeans.
Zhou Mi had no recollection of how much time had passed when he already moaned Kyuhyun's name into the fluffy pillow. He whimpered when Kyuhyun bit into the soft flesh beneath his ear, whispered filthy words in Korean that he would learn by heart sooner than he expected. He was fucked open on those fingers while getting the short, effective course in bedroom Korean, even if he only understood less than half of it at the time.
And when Zhou Mi was about to lose it, wanted more so badly it hurt, Kyuhyun only pressed flush against his back and brought his lips right next to his ear. "If you want it, you ask for it." His voice was low, breathy and full of liquid seduction that sent a shudder right down Zhou Mi's spine, made him give a full-body tremble. He opened his mouth, croaked out something unintelligible in Mandarin and was cut off by long fingers pressed against his lips.
"In Korean." Demand was clear in Kyuhyun's rich voice, thick with sheer need, and a part of Zhou Mi's still present mind wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. A much bigger part of him just wanted Kyuhyun's cock inside of him, right now and would do damn near anything to get that. By the end of it he still wasn't certain what he had repeated after Kyuhyun, but as long as it worked he didn't give a single flying fuck.
The words had barely left his lips when Kyuhyun complied and grabbed his hips so hard his fingers dug deep into soft skin, his fingernails leaving crescent marks behind. And when he pushed into Zhou Mi and fucked him into the mattress, there wasn't a single word in Korean left in Zhou Mi's mind. Nor in any other language. His whole body was convulsing and he could feel the same going through Kyuhyun, until they collapsed on the mattress in one heap of impossibly long limbs.
It took a good while before either of them spoke up, and it was Kyuhyun to break the silence. "You're welcome to stay the night." He curled an almost proprietary arm around Zhou Mi's waist, going on in a whisper. "Let's repeat the lesson in the morning."
He spoke in perfect Mandarin. And laughed at Zhou Mi's scandalized look.
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732 words.
I know I should be working on a million other projects but this just appeared out of nowherewild qmi smut has appeared! after a discussion with my partner in crime (even though this is not even her fandom). The prompt was "If you want it, you need to say it. In Korean."
Soooo. Now I go back to cry at the other fics I can not finish ;____;
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun has his ways to improve Zhou Mi’s Korean.
Comments: I’m having a really bad day so this was a quick ficlet to make myself feel better \o/ It kinda sorta worked. It was written really quickly though so I apologize for the possible incoherency or occasional weird phrasing XD I hope you like it anyway!
When Zhou Mi first came to Korea, he barely knew how to introduce himself. He had tried, he really had, but there had been so much to prepare and so much to remember that the foreign syllables simply seemed to slip from his mind like oiled. Whatever he lacked in speech he made up in enthusiasm, though, in the sheer amount of happiness, friendliness and determination he was radiating everywhere around him.
It was at a party of a common friend where Zhou Mi first met Kyuhyun, and neither of them said much. Zhou Mi used all the Korean he knew (and a few self-invented words too, most certainly) and Kyuhyun told him to sit down and eat. It was not in a hostile way, no, especially not with that glimmer in those deep brown eyes and the slight curve of his full lips. If anything, it made Zhou Mi somewhat flustered as he followed the suggestion and took a seat, focusing on the offered food rather than on his obviously failing Korean.
It was quite frustrating, not being able to communicate with the attractive young man right next to him. He tried a couple of times, always only receiving monosyllabic answers until he gave up on that. There was no other way but learning more Korean, he assumed, mournfully frowning as he looked at the amused glint in Kyuhyun's eyes when they couldn't communicate past grade school vocabulary.
Eight hours later, when Zhou Mi first set foot in Kyuhyun's room, he had no idea that the other man had taken it upon himself to improve his halting, accented Korean. He learned that soon enough, when he was pinned against the wall right next to the slightly ajar door, Kyuhyun right up his front and his mouth covering his own, hot and hard and needy. He didn't usually let anyone this close before he at least knew more than their name but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care when Kyuhyun's long fingers wormed their way underneath the waistband of his designer jeans.
Zhou Mi had no recollection of how much time had passed when he already moaned Kyuhyun's name into the fluffy pillow. He whimpered when Kyuhyun bit into the soft flesh beneath his ear, whispered filthy words in Korean that he would learn by heart sooner than he expected. He was fucked open on those fingers while getting the short, effective course in bedroom Korean, even if he only understood less than half of it at the time.
And when Zhou Mi was about to lose it, wanted more so badly it hurt, Kyuhyun only pressed flush against his back and brought his lips right next to his ear. "If you want it, you ask for it." His voice was low, breathy and full of liquid seduction that sent a shudder right down Zhou Mi's spine, made him give a full-body tremble. He opened his mouth, croaked out something unintelligible in Mandarin and was cut off by long fingers pressed against his lips.
"In Korean." Demand was clear in Kyuhyun's rich voice, thick with sheer need, and a part of Zhou Mi's still present mind wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. A much bigger part of him just wanted Kyuhyun's cock inside of him, right now and would do damn near anything to get that. By the end of it he still wasn't certain what he had repeated after Kyuhyun, but as long as it worked he didn't give a single flying fuck.
The words had barely left his lips when Kyuhyun complied and grabbed his hips so hard his fingers dug deep into soft skin, his fingernails leaving crescent marks behind. And when he pushed into Zhou Mi and fucked him into the mattress, there wasn't a single word in Korean left in Zhou Mi's mind. Nor in any other language. His whole body was convulsing and he could feel the same going through Kyuhyun, until they collapsed on the mattress in one heap of impossibly long limbs.
It took a good while before either of them spoke up, and it was Kyuhyun to break the silence. "You're welcome to stay the night." He curled an almost proprietary arm around Zhou Mi's waist, going on in a whisper. "Let's repeat the lesson in the morning."
He spoke in perfect Mandarin. And laughed at Zhou Mi's scandalized look.
---
732 words.
I know I should be working on a million other projects but this just appeared out of nowhere
Soooo. Now I go back to cry at the other fics I can not finish ;____;
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.