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a few shades of yixing3,211 ; kris/yixing
wu fan realizes that zhang yixing is spoiled
sometimes wu fan thinks he might have a soft spot for a certain member. and he doesn't realize this until one morning when lu han tries to steal his oranges from the fridge, and wu fan swats his hand away angrily until lu han huffs out a "thanks, asshole" and turns around to take the cereal. but then a sleepy yixing walks into the kitchen wearing only some ridiculous blue boxers and a sleepy face that wu fan would never admit is cute, and starts rummaging through the fridge mumbling almost cutely that "there's nothing good to eat around here". wu fan avoids looking directly into those sleepy eyes and says "you can try oranges if you want, and after practice we'll go out and eat something".
yixing reluctantly pulls out two oranges and seems to balance his choices of breakfast for a second before turning around and smiling. wu fan sits down at the kitchen table and puts all his effort into ignoring lu han who's burning holes into his face.
wu fan realizes that zhang yixing is spoiled after he steps out of the shower and hisses when the cool air in the room makes direct contact with his skin. he vaguely remembers how yixing has complained about the fact that the air in the dorm is always too hot, and he has played with the a/c settings until xiumin laughed at wu fan for wearing a turtle neck in the middle of the summer.
wu fan starts searching for a pair of sweatpants in his drawer when yixing comes into his room, breathing like he's just run a marathon. "tao's sleeping with lu han tonight," he says in between huffs. wu fan nods and starts to put on a pair of pants before saying, "hey do you think we could maybe turn the conditioner a few degrees higher? it's like... freezing in here and i don't wanna catch a cold,"
"but it's always so hot in here whenever i come from practice," yixing pouts and wu fan stands there stupidly for a few seconds before realizing that he only managed to get one leg inside his pants. "i told you that i can't sleep if my body temperature is higher than it should normaly be". yixing walks over to wu fan and rests his chin on the older's shoulder. "you can always use an extra blanket if you're cold, but i can't use an extra blanket if i'm hot," yixing says and wu fan turns his head only to be slightly startled by the really small distance between their faces.
"...yeah-- sure-- whatever you want." wu fan mumbles and he's once more left stupidly in his spot realizing that his other leg is clearly not in his pants.
later that night, wu fan is completely sure zhang yixing is spoiled, but can't bring himself to care anymore when the younger one presses his chest into wu fan's back and his arms drape around his waist, mumbling a soft "goodnight ge".
wu fan doesn't know whether he should be scared or not by the fact that zhang yixing is clearly possessive. he finds out this when, one lazy afternoon, he and chanyeol sit down to watch a movie and bring a blanket to the couch to cover themselves, when chanyeol complained that "it's fucking freezing here" and "you spoil him too much". wu fan ignores the last part and grabs the remote control, turning in just in time for chanyeol's favorite drama. chanyeol drops his head on wu fan's shoulder, their thighs pressed together under the soft blanket, and wu fan is more than comfortable like this, feeling like he could most likely doze off like this, since he has zero interest in chanyeol's drama.
his plan goes down the train, though, when yixing sort of blocks the view on the t.v and smiles at them. "hey guys," he says, and he smiles one of those smiles that show his dimple, and it's sort of cute except not, because wu fan can clearly see the way yixing stares at chanyeol, like if he'd stare enough, chanyeol would somehow burst into flames and evaporate in thin air. he makes his way to the couch, and sits down between them, wriggling his butt until chanyeol spits a "dude, what the hell", and moves over. yixing plants his feet in between wu fan's legs, and buries his face into the crook of wu fan's neck, letting out a contented sigh, to which wu fan responds by shivering almost involuntarily.
chanyeol looks scandalized.
zhang yixing is a bitch.
wu fan wakes up to the sound of the washing machine snarling like it has just swallowed a knife factory. he almost falls out of bed and he curses loudly when his leg makes direct contact with what he assumes must be some sort of torturing object that lu han uses to comb his hair, and wu fan briefly wonders how it ended up in his room.
he makes his way downstairs, and as he reaches the hallway he almost wishes he could turn back time because yixing spots him and looks at him with wide eyes and almost whines "ge!!!".
wu fan looks at the mess on the floor. there's detergent and water and scattered clothes all over the place and he can already feel a headache coming because it's too early for this.
"i don't know what happened, okay." yixing tries to say "i was just... trying... to fit some sneakers in there and then i just turned it and it made some sort of strangled noise which is weird because i always put my sneakers in the washing machine and this never happened and i think the water pipe is also broken and you might wanna check if you can stop it because i tried turning off the water but it doesn't work."
"well that looks apolyptical."
wu fan turns around and sees an amused lu han standing behind them. he makes a pathetic noise in the back of his throat and catches yixing saying something that sounds like "i'm gonna grab something to put the wet clothes in," before he hurriedly leaves.
wu fan looks at the, indeed, apolyptical mess on the floor and almost wants to cry. "can you just... help me out?" he says to lu han who sits there with his arms crossed around his chest.
"why should i help you? he's not my boyfriend," lu han snorts.
wu fan feels like someone's just punched him in the solar plexus.
"i really wanna kiss you right now."
wu fan drops his phone, which lands into his bowl, which falls on the floor, which makes wu fan hiss before standing up immediately, which results in him stepping on a broken piece of porcelain.
he hears a snort coming from the living room and ignores it, praying that it's just his imagination, because honestly he can't live for the rest of his life with lu han blackmailing him with something that might sound like "remember when you flailed like a school girl when yixing confessed to you?"
he sits back down in the chair, and examines his injured toe, which isn't much actually. just a tiny scratch and a bit of blood. he feels yixing's hand rubbing smoothing circles on his thigh, and wu fan looks at him. "i'm sorry" yixing mutters, and he actually looks apologetical.
"it's okay, it wasn't your fault" wu fan replies.
yixing sits up and walks over to grab a broom. "i'll clean this up" he says, and wu fan stands up, saying that he'll go in his room to fix his foot.
yixing doesn't say anything, and wu fan almost hopes his injury is big enough so that he'll die.
wu fan almost wants the floor to swallow him alive when lu han looks at him with predatory eyes after wu fan asked him to switch rooms with him for the night.
lu han glares at him from head to toe and walks out of his room and wu fan thinks this actually was easier than he thought it would be.
except lu han turns around to give him a disgusted look before adding "just don't do it on my bed, please."
when yixing comes back from practice (30 minutes earlier because he received a text from wu fan that said "please come help with my foot,") he's startled when he hears the door click shut behind him, and turns around only to be face to face with wu fan.
"ge. i... uh... came as soon as i could. are you okay? does it hurt?"
"hurt... what?" wu fan says dumbly.
"your foot,"
"my what?"
yixing stares.
"oh. foot. my foot. yeah." yixing looks momentarily confused but then his expression changes to an absolutely unreadable one.
"ge?"
wu fan doesn't say anything. he takes a reluctant step forward and is sort of relieved when yixing doesn't back away. he feels dumb , just standing there, so he grabs the other's hips and drags him forward, their bodies flush together, and ignoring the loud thumps in his ears, he presses his lips to yixing's.
yixing doesn't respond to the kiss immediately, so wu fan insists by nibbling at his lower lip until yixing presses back softly, and wu fan almost wishes he wouldn't have the urge to ravish the other's mouth, because the kiss is inexplicably sweet and it leaves him breathless.
"finally," yixing says after pulling back, and smiling one of those smiles that had left wu fan wanting to cry as he wondered if wanting to dip his tongue into the younger's dimple should be added to his very long list of yixing fetishes. and kinks.
yixing backs away and drags wu fan with him until they hit the bed and wu fan crawls over until he's straddling the younger with his thighs, and brings one hand to brush the bangs out of his eyes. he leans down and captures yixing's lips feverishly, and he licks at the other's lips until yixing opens his mouth and lets wu fan have his way.
the first moan that he pulls out of yixing goes straight to his groin and wu fan thinks it's not enough. he pulls back and and rolls his hips down, which makes yixing groan and throw his head back, giving wu fan enough space to pepper yixing's pale skin with tiny bites, licking at them until yixing roll his hips up and mouths pleasured sighs into the air.
wu fan smirks and draws his hips up slightly, leaving yixing with nothing but air to thrust his hips into. he almost whines and wu fan has to bite down onto his chest because it's cute.
yixing pushes him, until he wu fan stands back a little, giving him enough space to get his shirt over his head, and throw it somewhere. he pushes at wu fan's chest again, when the older leans down again to kiss him, and tugs at his shirt, placing small kisses on his way until wu fan tugs at his hair impatiently.
when the shirt is discarded and thrown somewhere on the floor, yixing slightly grazes with his teeth at one of wu fan's nipples, swirling his tongue around the soft nub, and is rewarded with a groan from wu fan, who retaliates by throwing yixing back on the bed, and busies himself with yixing's sweatpants. his shaking hands make wu fan bless sweatpants, free of any buttons, and also praise the fact that his fingers catch on the waist band of yixing's boxers, tugging both of them down and throwing them somewhere. wu fan stares hungrily at yixing's naked form, and caresses a soft thigh, bringing it up, until his hand is resting on yixing's hip.
yixing presses his hips down on the matress, or up into wu fan's hand, he isn't sure, but wu fan catches the hint and his hand slowly travels a little down to give yixing's cock an experimental squeeze.
yixing trashes on the bed and whines a soft "yifan", his hips slowly rolling into wu fan's large hand, and getting the encouragement he needed, wu fan tugs harder and starts to move his hand up and down, creating a tight tunnel into which yixing can thrust his hips.
yixing fists his hands into the sheets, closing his eyes, all his senses sharp, hearing wu fan's soft breathing, feeling the roughness of his fingers, and the smoothness of his palm as he slowly jerks him off.
"yifan ge" yixing mewls, opening his eyes and looking straight into wu fan's half black orbs, and wu fan stills his movements, before drawing his hand back. yixing almost growls, and stands on his elbows, breathing harshly trough his mouth, as wu fan stands on his knees and unbuckles his belt before ungracefully stepping out of his pants. he stands there on his knees, almost cockily palming his erection.
"turn around," he orders, and yixing feels his cheeks heating up before glaring at the older and turning around to sit on all fours.
wu fan steps closer, and caresses yixing's back, bringing one hand down to feel the softness of his ass cheek. he brings one hand to yixing's jaw, forcing his face to turn, and places two fingers on his lips. yixing glares again, and wu fan almost fears his fingers getting bitten off, but yixing opens his mouth and coaxes his fingers in saliva, leaving wu fan growling at the feeling of his tongue languidly swirling around, until wu fan draws them back roughly.
wu fan can feel his heart thumping loudly as he places a finger, temptatively rubbing the muscle there, and when yixing almost pushes back on it, he pushes in slowly, feeling the walls clamping down onto his finger, and he almost groans when he thinks of how that would feel wrapped around his cock.
he crooks his finger, and yixing moans, his fists turning white, and wu fan adds another finger, pumping them in and out, all the while his other hand softly rubbing at yixing's spine in a comforting way.
by the third finger, yixing is already pushing his ass back; his moans and breaths filling the room, the smell of sweat and cologne filling wu fan's nose. he turns his head at wu fan, and opens his mouth wanting to say something, but is cut off when wu fan crooks his finger the right way, and his head drops low, hints of "pleasepleaseplease" and "oh god" leaving his mouth.
wu fan is left almost breatheless by the time he pulls his fingers out, and yixing whines so loudly that wu fan thinks he almost swallowed his tongue. he gathers all the precum at the tip of cock, and spreads it around giving it a few hard tugs. He places the tip at yixing's entrance and rubs against the soft muscle there teasingly, smirking when yixing mutters a "you fucking asshole", but the smirk dies on his lips when the younger pushes his ass back, and wu fan groans and places his lips at the base of yixing's spine, as he pushes in agonizingly slow.
"fuck" wu fan groans, and fuck indeed, because he's breatheless, and yixing is bouncing back on his dick trying to adjust to the feeling and wu fan has no other choice but to dig his hips into the other, almost feeling sorry for a second when yixing lets out half a choke, half a sob.
he wastes no time in actually worrying about hurting the other right now, as his hips descend faster and faster into yixing, who collapses after the first round of especially hard thrusts, arms giving out, and his right cheek pressed into the sheets. wu fan grabs one of his hands, and twists it behind his back, momentarily stilling his movements, and throwing his head back. he nearly chokes on the air he's trying to inhale, as yixing slowly, but surely fucks himself onto his cock, and wu fan fucking whines, because when he looks down, the image is inexplicably erotic and obscene. he lets go of yixing's arms, pulling out of him, and he doesn't give yixing time to protest, as he grabs his hips, and twists him around the bed. he grabs the tounger's ankles, and throws them over his shoulders, slamming his hips with so much force, yixing's body rises up from the bed. the new position gives wu fan more space, and he mouths at yixing's chest, the skin pale and soft, and yixing grabs his hair and pushes his chest into wu fan's face.
wu fan draws back though, much to yixing's disappointment, and locks his fingers around yixing's waist, grip bruising, diving his hips continously into the other. yixing manages out a choked "fucking hell" when wu fan gives a particular hard thrust, brushing against a sensitive spot, and doesn't dare to change the angle as he watches how yixing slowly lets go of his sanity, thrust by thrust.
when wu fan feels a low heat burning all his senses, he barely has a mind to grab the other's leaking erection, giving it a few hard tugs, and yixing comes with his mouth open in a wordless cry, come warm and sticky on his abdomen and wu fan's hand, and wu fan drops his head on yixing chest and comes when yixing's entire body rolls up into him, soft and hot, and he feels dizzy as he tries to calm down and regain his senses.
he pulls softly out of yixing, the other whimpering a little, but smiling, bangs falling into his eyes and chest marked with red bites and scratches. wu fan collapses next to him and the other curls into him, breathing softly, each puff of air hitting wu fan's skin.
the next morning, wu fan almost yells as he sees someone stand in the doorway, eating oranges, a smug grin splayed across his face.
"you're buying me a king sized bed," lu han says, and he pops in his mouth another orange slice.
"jesus... christ, lu han," wu fan says scandalized, and his movements stirr as he feels yixing moving in his arms, face still buried in wu fan's chest.
"oh please. i'll ask for a car if there's something underneath those sheets that i haven't seen before," lu han sing songs, and he's smiling one of those smiles that scares the crap out of wu fan because it makes lu han look so creepy and devious that wu fan wonders if he should be alarmed that he's scared of one of his own band members.
"just get the fuck out," wu fan yells, and he hears lu han laugh before shutting the door specifically hard and "oh..." wu fan realizes.
this is lu han's bed.
thanks to karin for beta-ing this and making fun of me for my mistakes durin the process / for yixxing just because