someone else on your skin (standalone)
kris/chen | mention of practically everyone/chen and hint of xiuhan vs xiutao
inspired by too many chen's coy gifs and photos. look at my userpic. look.
rated R
1, 738 words
(for brother emmyxogast dude, real life, huh?)
it’s not his voice is so heavenly or he moves like a jagger kind of rumor spreading around regarding the newest trainee that seen strutting around the vocal lesson building for the past week, wearing skin tight black jeans and smiling politely to everyone.
no.
it’s, “you know, he’s a slut.”
and, “yeah, a friend of a friend slept with him. he said he’s a coy fox in bed.”
with, “he’s gay. i heard it’s contagious. so watch out, ha ha.”
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obviously, wu fan has heard of the rumor. while everybody else shoots the new trainee probing stare or blatantly trying to enjoy his quietly offered service (he gives the best bj in the world), wu fan prefers to stay out of it and, well, respects the boy. there’s also serious judging going on in between, and wu fan plays it safe because the boy must have some kind of emotion too, right, eventhough he’s-fine-a slut.
but his best friend yixing, laughs.
“come on. it’s been too long!” yixing wriggles his eyebrows at wu fan’s crotch. “swear he will satisfy you. don’t think about all the alpha male i’m not gay shit, ge. jongdae knows how to treat your kind.”
“shut it,” wu fan says, uninterested. “you’re too loud. he’s right behind you.”
jongdae really is, and his, huh, pleasant face is smiling.
wu fan pretends he doesn’t notice that the smile is slightly forced this time.
he doesn’t even act like he acknowledges jongdae, whom yixing invites to sit with them on the furthest table of SM’s recreation room.
“annyeonghaseyo, xing-hyung,” jongdae starts, putting down a bottle of soy milk, “i hope i didn’t interrupt anything.”
wu fan snorts. yixing kicks his shin under the table.
“don’t worry, jongdae-yah, you’re not,” yixing slings an arm around jongdae’s thin shoulders, “by the way you know wu fan, right? the godlike cold prince from canada?”
wu fan meets jongdae’s eyes, and the latter gives him a, what, very sweet smile with a head tilt-which causing wu fan to fight the urge to scoff, because he’s been proud of his neutral oh so composed self but. jesus that smile. don’t blame wu fan if he seriously believes that this jongdae kid was inviting him.
“annyeonghaseyo,” jongdae repeats, bowing at kris. “i’ve heard a lot about you, wu fan-hyung. this is our first meeting, my name is kim jongdae.”
and the first time wu fan really pays attention to kim fucking jongdae, he can’t sleep for days after.
▲ ▼
not only jongdae manages to debut in such short training period, but he also has the gut to ask lee sooman himself to be placed in the mandarin sub-group along with wu fan.
and yixing. and their three other friends who ignite wu fan’s curiosity.
have they tasted him?
▲ ▼
they use rock-paper-scissor to arrange their rooming sequence.
of course, wu fan is rooming with jongdae, or chen, his chinese stage name.
for the first weeks, wu fan manages to avoid the younger boy while jongdae himself seems to think that he’s scary 24/7. it’s on their second month of living together that minseok gathers them on the living room.
only to advise wu fan and jongdae to look into each other’s eyes and recite their good points while holding hands.
when wu fan frowns, minseok shrugs and says something about first lesson of skinship is to appear comfortable around your members. and then lu han slyly pecks his lips.
zitao does a mad protest.
yixing watches, raising an eyebrow at wu fan.
jongdae is flushing all the time they hold hands, stuttering that wu fan-ge is the handsomest person ever you’re so charismatic and tall and you can have the world, ge, because you speak english and chinese, but wu fan probably crushes jongdae’s way smaller hands on his while he braves his soul to finally look.
jongdae’s got noticeable crow’s feet eyes and his mouth is nicely shaped, like the joker character except that jongdae is not a villain.
he’s a mere slu-
“y-your turn, wu fan-ge,” his voice is a little bit too squeaky for a grown boy, but his smooth skin painted with attractive moles can never be missed when it comes to the whole package.
and then the infamous pair of slender legs which yixing, chanyeol, and baekhyun have admitted visiting their lust filled fantasies. plural, and right now those legs are clad in their usual skin tight black jeans.
somewhere, yixing laughs triumphantly.
inside, wu fan is having a battle.
▲ ▼
jongdae has a perfect chinese pronunciation of harder there oh my god and various other sex related exclaims that for a split second wu fan sees himself as the random v channel’s crew fucking jongdae against the wall of the deserted hallway of v channel’s headquarter just minutes before they record a program.
one thing wu fan understands well?
he is never good at sharing.
▲ ▼
lu han is busy molesting minseok with zitao trying to be his oppa’s savior and yixing is off somewhere writing songs so when jongdae knocks on their shared bedroom’s door, wu fan can’t say no to jongdae’s timid,
“wu fan-ge i have a question,” with a book of chinese conversation for beginner on his right hand.
the same hand that helped an older businessman jerking off on SM’s annual gala last week.
wu fan tells jongdae to lock the door.
“i will help if you allow me to give you a question in return,” jongdae sits across him on the bed, blinking excessively before nodding in hesitation.
“o-okay, ge, um, my first question is...”
▲ ▼
for the upcoming two hours, wu fan learns that it all started when jongdae was a freshman; a popular senior had smacked a soccer ball across his face and somehow, or, according to that senior, jongdae had the coyest eyes and he couldn’t help but to fulfil his growing curiosity about fucking a boy. he’d been threatened at first, if he wouldn’t comply to the senior’s request, but in the end the senior was always being sweet at him like buying him stuffs and treated him to eat-“like a date?” wu fan interrupts and jongdae tilts his reddening face-well maybe not ‘like a date’ because that senior had a girlfriend who refused to sleep with him since they were having emotional stress of university entrance exam and whatnots.
wu fan gulps when jongdae continues with a carefully hidden joyful (or smug?) tone, “he always came back to me anyway,” and apparently, unlike wu fan, that senior didn’t mind to share jongdae with his fellow popular jocks who were in the same position as him; their girlfriends preferred to study than to fuck, so,
“i started to believe that i’m actually desirable,” jongdae smiles, “when hyungnim graduated the cycle continued, ge, even my classmates came to me. and then it’s all natural for me like,” he bites his bottom lip, looks at wu fan from behind his fringe and lets his coy eyes-holy shit-to glow and when he giggles, covering his mouth with the back of his right hand and his whole face contracts, wu fan is thisclose to jump on him and take him right there and then.
“ge?” jongdae flushes, probably from his unconscious slutty side that appears naturally.
what the fuck is that.
wu fan grabs jongdae’s wrist, roughly, and jongdae’s delicious gasp is triggering him to propose, “can you promise to be mine? mine and only?”
▲ ▼
thanks to years of easily having someone kind enough to fuck him, jongdae has untamed sex drive.
wu fan watches as his-what, friend? soon-to-be-boyfriend?-as his jongdae struggles not to send signal to thankfully ever so oblivious yixing on their dressing room on kbs building. he never goes to the other three members simply because lu han and zitao have nobody else but minseok in their eyes. now, jongdae is fidgeting, breaking out in tiny cold sweats and wu fan keeps on watching even until they get to record individual interview and the cameraman handling jongdae is already dozing off when jongdae, pretty sure unconsciously, activating his coy materials; twinkling eyes, inviting tongue, breathtaking smile, and hearty giggle.
wu fan has had enough. he pats jongdae’s flat ass as a reminder, then he smiles to the camera, adding extra glare to the person behind it.
it’s been going like that for the next weeks; wu fan will interrupt jongdae’s uncontrollable pheromones, jongdae will grimace but thankful because they’re in this together, and wu fan will grant him a kiss to his collarbone where his weakest spot is.
it’s not easy to control his jealousy, either, to put up an act that he’s not ninety nine percent affected by jongdae’s naturally irresistible charm.
twice, jongdae tries to relieve them out of misery by climbing to wu fan’s bed and starts to untie wu fan’s pajama pants. once, he sleeps naked and accidentally kicks off his sheet for wu fan to see a sea of smooth skin painted with attractive moles. and lastly, he gives wu fan a free show.
“ah, ge,” jongdae’s eyelashes flutter, “ge, help me.”
he’s thrusting four wet fingers inside, his sinful legs quivering in the air, his right hand is sloppily yanking his leaking, cute cock.
wu fan smirks.
he spreads jongdae’s sweaty legs with one hand while the other moves away jongdae’s fingers from the throbbing entrance before cupping the balls and says, “i didn’t lock the door, you know how zitao likes to barge in anytime.”
jongdae whines as wu fan presses a strong thumb to his balls. hard.
“do you want to take a quiet ride?” he offers to the crook of jongdae’s neck, who shakes his head.
“i need to taste your cock, ge, please,” he chokes. “now.”
wu fan gladly unbuttons his jeans.
t h e e n d
bonus;
coy slut smiling coyly.
please remember i refer chen as slut in a ... good term.
yeah.
inspired by too many chen's coy gifs and photos. look at my userpic. look.
rated R
1, 738 words
(for brother emmyxogast dude, real life, huh?)
it’s not his voice is so heavenly or he moves like a jagger kind of rumor spreading around regarding the newest trainee that seen strutting around the vocal lesson building for the past week, wearing skin tight black jeans and smiling politely to everyone.
no.
it’s, “you know, he’s a slut.”
and, “yeah, a friend of a friend slept with him. he said he’s a coy fox in bed.”
with, “he’s gay. i heard it’s contagious. so watch out, ha ha.”
▲ ▼
obviously, wu fan has heard of the rumor. while everybody else shoots the new trainee probing stare or blatantly trying to enjoy his quietly offered service (he gives the best bj in the world), wu fan prefers to stay out of it and, well, respects the boy. there’s also serious judging going on in between, and wu fan plays it safe because the boy must have some kind of emotion too, right, eventhough he’s-fine-a slut.
but his best friend yixing, laughs.
“come on. it’s been too long!” yixing wriggles his eyebrows at wu fan’s crotch. “swear he will satisfy you. don’t think about all the alpha male i’m not gay shit, ge. jongdae knows how to treat your kind.”
“shut it,” wu fan says, uninterested. “you’re too loud. he’s right behind you.”
jongdae really is, and his, huh, pleasant face is smiling.
wu fan pretends he doesn’t notice that the smile is slightly forced this time.
he doesn’t even act like he acknowledges jongdae, whom yixing invites to sit with them on the furthest table of SM’s recreation room.
“annyeonghaseyo, xing-hyung,” jongdae starts, putting down a bottle of soy milk, “i hope i didn’t interrupt anything.”
wu fan snorts. yixing kicks his shin under the table.
“don’t worry, jongdae-yah, you’re not,” yixing slings an arm around jongdae’s thin shoulders, “by the way you know wu fan, right? the godlike cold prince from canada?”
wu fan meets jongdae’s eyes, and the latter gives him a, what, very sweet smile with a head tilt-which causing wu fan to fight the urge to scoff, because he’s been proud of his neutral oh so composed self but. jesus that smile. don’t blame wu fan if he seriously believes that this jongdae kid was inviting him.
“annyeonghaseyo,” jongdae repeats, bowing at kris. “i’ve heard a lot about you, wu fan-hyung. this is our first meeting, my name is kim jongdae.”
and the first time wu fan really pays attention to kim fucking jongdae, he can’t sleep for days after.
▲ ▼
not only jongdae manages to debut in such short training period, but he also has the gut to ask lee sooman himself to be placed in the mandarin sub-group along with wu fan.
and yixing. and their three other friends who ignite wu fan’s curiosity.
have they tasted him?
▲ ▼
they use rock-paper-scissor to arrange their rooming sequence.
of course, wu fan is rooming with jongdae, or chen, his chinese stage name.
for the first weeks, wu fan manages to avoid the younger boy while jongdae himself seems to think that he’s scary 24/7. it’s on their second month of living together that minseok gathers them on the living room.
only to advise wu fan and jongdae to look into each other’s eyes and recite their good points while holding hands.
when wu fan frowns, minseok shrugs and says something about first lesson of skinship is to appear comfortable around your members. and then lu han slyly pecks his lips.
zitao does a mad protest.
yixing watches, raising an eyebrow at wu fan.
jongdae is flushing all the time they hold hands, stuttering that wu fan-ge is the handsomest person ever you’re so charismatic and tall and you can have the world, ge, because you speak english and chinese, but wu fan probably crushes jongdae’s way smaller hands on his while he braves his soul to finally look.
jongdae’s got noticeable crow’s feet eyes and his mouth is nicely shaped, like the joker character except that jongdae is not a villain.
he’s a mere slu-
“y-your turn, wu fan-ge,” his voice is a little bit too squeaky for a grown boy, but his smooth skin painted with attractive moles can never be missed when it comes to the whole package.
and then the infamous pair of slender legs which yixing, chanyeol, and baekhyun have admitted visiting their lust filled fantasies. plural, and right now those legs are clad in their usual skin tight black jeans.
somewhere, yixing laughs triumphantly.
inside, wu fan is having a battle.
▲ ▼
jongdae has a perfect chinese pronunciation of harder there oh my god and various other sex related exclaims that for a split second wu fan sees himself as the random v channel’s crew fucking jongdae against the wall of the deserted hallway of v channel’s headquarter just minutes before they record a program.
one thing wu fan understands well?
he is never good at sharing.
▲ ▼
lu han is busy molesting minseok with zitao trying to be his oppa’s savior and yixing is off somewhere writing songs so when jongdae knocks on their shared bedroom’s door, wu fan can’t say no to jongdae’s timid,
“wu fan-ge i have a question,” with a book of chinese conversation for beginner on his right hand.
the same hand that helped an older businessman jerking off on SM’s annual gala last week.
wu fan tells jongdae to lock the door.
“i will help if you allow me to give you a question in return,” jongdae sits across him on the bed, blinking excessively before nodding in hesitation.
“o-okay, ge, um, my first question is...”
▲ ▼
for the upcoming two hours, wu fan learns that it all started when jongdae was a freshman; a popular senior had smacked a soccer ball across his face and somehow, or, according to that senior, jongdae had the coyest eyes and he couldn’t help but to fulfil his growing curiosity about fucking a boy. he’d been threatened at first, if he wouldn’t comply to the senior’s request, but in the end the senior was always being sweet at him like buying him stuffs and treated him to eat-“like a date?” wu fan interrupts and jongdae tilts his reddening face-well maybe not ‘like a date’ because that senior had a girlfriend who refused to sleep with him since they were having emotional stress of university entrance exam and whatnots.
wu fan gulps when jongdae continues with a carefully hidden joyful (or smug?) tone, “he always came back to me anyway,” and apparently, unlike wu fan, that senior didn’t mind to share jongdae with his fellow popular jocks who were in the same position as him; their girlfriends preferred to study than to fuck, so,
“i started to believe that i’m actually desirable,” jongdae smiles, “when hyungnim graduated the cycle continued, ge, even my classmates came to me. and then it’s all natural for me like,” he bites his bottom lip, looks at wu fan from behind his fringe and lets his coy eyes-holy shit-to glow and when he giggles, covering his mouth with the back of his right hand and his whole face contracts, wu fan is thisclose to jump on him and take him right there and then.
“ge?” jongdae flushes, probably from his unconscious slutty side that appears naturally.
what the fuck is that.
wu fan grabs jongdae’s wrist, roughly, and jongdae’s delicious gasp is triggering him to propose, “can you promise to be mine? mine and only?”
▲ ▼
thanks to years of easily having someone kind enough to fuck him, jongdae has untamed sex drive.
wu fan watches as his-what, friend? soon-to-be-boyfriend?-as his jongdae struggles not to send signal to thankfully ever so oblivious yixing on their dressing room on kbs building. he never goes to the other three members simply because lu han and zitao have nobody else but minseok in their eyes. now, jongdae is fidgeting, breaking out in tiny cold sweats and wu fan keeps on watching even until they get to record individual interview and the cameraman handling jongdae is already dozing off when jongdae, pretty sure unconsciously, activating his coy materials; twinkling eyes, inviting tongue, breathtaking smile, and hearty giggle.
wu fan has had enough. he pats jongdae’s flat ass as a reminder, then he smiles to the camera, adding extra glare to the person behind it.
it’s been going like that for the next weeks; wu fan will interrupt jongdae’s uncontrollable pheromones, jongdae will grimace but thankful because they’re in this together, and wu fan will grant him a kiss to his collarbone where his weakest spot is.
it’s not easy to control his jealousy, either, to put up an act that he’s not ninety nine percent affected by jongdae’s naturally irresistible charm.
twice, jongdae tries to relieve them out of misery by climbing to wu fan’s bed and starts to untie wu fan’s pajama pants. once, he sleeps naked and accidentally kicks off his sheet for wu fan to see a sea of smooth skin painted with attractive moles. and lastly, he gives wu fan a free show.
“ah, ge,” jongdae’s eyelashes flutter, “ge, help me.”
he’s thrusting four wet fingers inside, his sinful legs quivering in the air, his right hand is sloppily yanking his leaking, cute cock.
wu fan smirks.
he spreads jongdae’s sweaty legs with one hand while the other moves away jongdae’s fingers from the throbbing entrance before cupping the balls and says, “i didn’t lock the door, you know how zitao likes to barge in anytime.”
jongdae whines as wu fan presses a strong thumb to his balls. hard.
“do you want to take a quiet ride?” he offers to the crook of jongdae’s neck, who shakes his head.
“i need to taste your cock, ge, please,” he chokes. “now.”
wu fan gladly unbuttons his jeans.
t h e e n d
bonus;
coy slut smiling coyly.
please remember i refer chen as slut in a ... good term.
yeah.