[exo] fetish #1 || drabbles
⇢ exo ; baekhyun/chanyeol, wufan/yixing ; pg ; 150, 410
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whisper
baekhyun/chanyeol
“wake up, baekhyunnie!” chanyeol yells as he skips through their bedroom door.
baekhyun moans in protest and pulls his blanket higher to cover his head. “do you have to be so loud this early in the morning?” baekhyun grumbles and rolls onto his side for a more comfortable position.
he hears soft shuffling behind him and his bed dips from chanyeol’s weight. “get off my bed,” he whines and pushes back against chanyeol lightly.
“you’re not luhan-hyung, baekhyunnie,” chanyeol whispers huskily beside baekhyun’s ear through the blanket and chuckles when the latter tenses up.
“yixing was right! you do have a thing for my voice!” chanyeol laughs before flinging baekhyun’s blanket off the bed.
baekhyun shrieks and sit’s up straight, ready to deny everything but when he feels a pair of lips press against his, all thoughts go out the window.
“it’s okay. i have a thing for your neck,” chanyeol whispers.
ripped t-shirts
wufan/yixing
yixing would have never agreed to help luhan with a few dance moves if he had known he was going to get into such an awkward situation.
luhan came up to him earlier on in the day, asking for a few tips on how to improve his dancing and being the good didi he was, he readily nod his head. don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind helping other members with their choreography. but he being on top of luhan in a compromising position with a giant rip down the middle of his t-shirt being stared down by Wufan with wide eyes at the doorway was something yixing minds.
“uhmm, what are you guys doing?” wufan asks as he was the first to recover from the shock.
“it’s not what you think, wufan!” yixing exclaims and quickly gets up. “luhan just wanted-”
“to see his chest,” luhan interrupts and wraps an arm around Yixing’s shoulder, subtly brushing his fingertips against Yixing’s chest.
“yeah! wait, what!?”
“yixing…”
“no! luhan ge is lying!”
wufan’s eyes turn dark and he slowly walks towards the two. luhan barks out a laugh while yixing shakes in fear.
“oh crap,” yixing mumbles and closes his eyes, waiting for wufan to smack him or something.
instead of a smack, he feels wufan’s hand grab his bicep and jerks him forward causing his face to collide with Wufan’s chest.
“mind if I borrow our little unicorn for a bit, luhan ge?”
“have him for the rest of the day. just make sure you don’t hurt him too much or he won’t be able to perform and we wouldn’t want people asking us why that is on interviews, right Wufan?”
“i’ll try not to.”
“uhmm, guys. i’m right here! don’t talk about me like i’m an object!” yixing says with a pout. the other two roll their eyes and wufan drags a protesting yixing back to their dorms (more specifically their room).
“it really isn’t what luhan ge said it was! we were practicing and luhan tripped, grabbed my t-shirt and it ripped while we fell to the ground. really!” yixing whines and tugs on Wufan’s shirt like a little kid.
wufan grins and slams the younger against the wall. yixing yelps out fuck! and wufan grins even more. “don’t worry yixing. you’ll be fucked thoroughly.”
meanwhile in the living room, sehun hands a stash of money to a grinning baekhyun. “told you he has a thing for yixing’s chest.”
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whisper
baekhyun/chanyeol
“wake up, baekhyunnie!” chanyeol yells as he skips through their bedroom door.
baekhyun moans in protest and pulls his blanket higher to cover his head. “do you have to be so loud this early in the morning?” baekhyun grumbles and rolls onto his side for a more comfortable position.
he hears soft shuffling behind him and his bed dips from chanyeol’s weight. “get off my bed,” he whines and pushes back against chanyeol lightly.
“you’re not luhan-hyung, baekhyunnie,” chanyeol whispers huskily beside baekhyun’s ear through the blanket and chuckles when the latter tenses up.
“yixing was right! you do have a thing for my voice!” chanyeol laughs before flinging baekhyun’s blanket off the bed.
baekhyun shrieks and sit’s up straight, ready to deny everything but when he feels a pair of lips press against his, all thoughts go out the window.
“it’s okay. i have a thing for your neck,” chanyeol whispers.
ripped t-shirts
wufan/yixing
yixing would have never agreed to help luhan with a few dance moves if he had known he was going to get into such an awkward situation.
luhan came up to him earlier on in the day, asking for a few tips on how to improve his dancing and being the good didi he was, he readily nod his head. don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind helping other members with their choreography. but he being on top of luhan in a compromising position with a giant rip down the middle of his t-shirt being stared down by Wufan with wide eyes at the doorway was something yixing minds.
“uhmm, what are you guys doing?” wufan asks as he was the first to recover from the shock.
“it’s not what you think, wufan!” yixing exclaims and quickly gets up. “luhan just wanted-”
“to see his chest,” luhan interrupts and wraps an arm around Yixing’s shoulder, subtly brushing his fingertips against Yixing’s chest.
“yeah! wait, what!?”
“yixing…”
“no! luhan ge is lying!”
wufan’s eyes turn dark and he slowly walks towards the two. luhan barks out a laugh while yixing shakes in fear.
“oh crap,” yixing mumbles and closes his eyes, waiting for wufan to smack him or something.
instead of a smack, he feels wufan’s hand grab his bicep and jerks him forward causing his face to collide with Wufan’s chest.
“mind if I borrow our little unicorn for a bit, luhan ge?”
“have him for the rest of the day. just make sure you don’t hurt him too much or he won’t be able to perform and we wouldn’t want people asking us why that is on interviews, right Wufan?”
“i’ll try not to.”
“uhmm, guys. i’m right here! don’t talk about me like i’m an object!” yixing says with a pout. the other two roll their eyes and wufan drags a protesting yixing back to their dorms (more specifically their room).
“it really isn’t what luhan ge said it was! we were practicing and luhan tripped, grabbed my t-shirt and it ripped while we fell to the ground. really!” yixing whines and tugs on Wufan’s shirt like a little kid.
wufan grins and slams the younger against the wall. yixing yelps out fuck! and wufan grins even more. “don’t worry yixing. you’ll be fucked thoroughly.”
meanwhile in the living room, sehun hands a stash of money to a grinning baekhyun. “told you he has a thing for yixing’s chest.”
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