Just Give In
Pairing: Kris/Lay
Rating: NC17
Words: 2,103
Warnings: Catboy sex ;D
Summary: For adw1017 who requested smutty Fanxing <3 Yifan doesn't know how to take care of his cat.
“You adopted a cat,” Luhan deadpanned. “You adopted a cat.” Yifan sighed in frustration.
“Yes, Luhan, I adopted a cat. He’s a purebred. It’s fine.” It was fine. It was going to be good and fine and fine and good.
“You hate cats,” Luhan said. “No seriously, you hate cats. Ever since Junmyeon adopted Tao and Chen you’ve been complaining about how much you hate them.” Luhan looked Yifan up and down suspiciously. “Yifan, cats are not sex toys. They’re living, breathing creatures. They have feelings.”
Yifan almost hit Luhan, but he thought better of it. “That’s not why I got him. I mean-eventually-hopefully, it’ll be possible-”
“Consensual,” Luhan interrupted, “it has to be consensual.”
“Yes, that too,” Yifan continued, trying not to let Luhan fray his nerves anymore. “But for now, I just got him because he was just…cute, I guess.” Luhan’s eyes widened.
“Cute?” Luhan demanded. “You think something is cute. Never mind that it’s a fucking cat, you thinking anything is cute is a miracle in itself. I have to see this. How cute can this cat possibly be? How is he possibly cuter than me?”
“Oh, he’s much cuter than you,” Yifan said with certainty. “Why don’t you come by tonight?”
Luhan pondered for a moment. “Will there be food?” he asked.
“I have ramen,” Yifan shrugged, and Luhan made a fake retching noise.
“Your cat is going to die,” Luhan sighed wistfully. “Invite Kyungsoo too and ask him to bring Sehun. Your cat and Sehun can get acquainted while Kyungsoo teaches you how to make real food for a cat.”
Yifan stepped back into the apartment and hung up his coat on the hook next to the door. “Yixing, I’m home!” he called.
“Okay!” Yixing called back, and Yifan chuckled. He walked into the living room, where Yixing was stretched out on the couch with his eyes mostly closed. Yifan sat down on the arm of the couch and stroked the spot right in between Yixing’s ears. Even though he’d only had Yixing for three days, he already knew the place to pet his cat to get the most purring. It was adorable.
And purr Yixing did, stretching out even further and closing his eyes all the way.
“We’re having guests over tonight,” Yifan said quietly, still petting his cat’s head.
“Why,” Yixing whined. “I just want you. I don’t need anyone else.” Yifan swallowed thickly. He didn’t regret adopting Yixing even a little bit-he was just that perfect.
“My friends Kyungsoo and Luhan want to meet you. And Kyungsoo’s bringing his cat too,” Yifan explained. Yixing turned around and bared his neck to his master, and Yifan pet under his chin. Yixing smiled.
“I guess it’s okay if you want it,” he said with a smile, his dimple showing. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Okay,” Yifan laughed, leaning down to peck his cat on the lips.
Yixing had been a surprisingly impulsive decision. A few days ago, there was an adoption fair outside the café Yifan liked to frequent. He barely looked at the fair-he hated cats, after all-until an utterly adorable cat bounded up to him.
“Adopt me!” he cried, hugging Yifan around the middle. “I’ll be a good cat, I promise. I’ll love you more than any other cat here! I don’t even need much to eat; I’m a really good cat.” Yifan had refused at first, trying to escape the cat’s hold, but he rubbed up against Yifan, purring loudly and smiling adorably.
“Okay, okay,” he said finally. “I’ll adopt you.” The cat looked happier than anything Yifan had ever felt, and he knew he made the right decision.
When he went to sign the adoption papers, the lady helping him looked worried. “This cat is in heat right now,” she said, “so it’s going to be quite demanding. Do you think you’ll be able to take care of it?” Yifan didn’t really know how to, but he nodded, and the woman smiled when Yifan seemed confident. “Alright then, Yixing is all yours.”
Yixing kissed Yifan on the way to the car, and then in the car, and then at every stoplight, and then when they got out of the car, and he hadn’t stopped since then.
Yifan liked it. He really liked it.
“Hey,” Yixing interrupted, climbing on top of Yifan and rutting against him, peppering his face with wet kisses, “help me please.”
“I-I thought your heat ended,” Yifan stuttered, gulping. He remembered Luhan’s words. Cats are not sex toys, he’d said.
“It didn’t-please, Yifan, please?” Yixing asked, giving Yifan his best cutesy eyes, but his pupils were so blown out that it only made Yifan more nervous.
He shook his head. “I can’t, Yixing. Not-not now.” Yixing sighed loudly, pulling away from Yifan and slinking into the bathroom.
Sure, Yifan wanted to. He’d love to touch Yixing, hear him purring and mewling as he squirmed underneath Yifan. But cats were not sex toys and Yifan couldn’t take advantage of Yixing-especially not when he was in heat. He wasn’t in his right mind.
Yixing didn’t come out of the bathroom for almost half an hour, and when he did, he looked tired and unsatisfied.
“We’re here,” Luhan announced when he came into the room. “And Kyungsoo brought Sehun!” Yifan welcomed them and they filed into the living room where Yixing was perched on the couch, still looking put-off.
“So this is your cat?” Kyungsoo asked, walking over to Yixing and petting his head. “Wow, you’re cute! What’s your name?”
“Yixing,” Yixing said curtly. Sehun slunk over to Yixing and looked at him.
“He’s in heat,” Sehun said, looking unhappy. “Don’t let him jump me.”
“I wouldn’t jump you,” Yixing replied with a tone of disdain that Yifan didn’t think was possible coming from his cute cat. Kyungsoo laughed instead, pulling Sehun back towards him and kissing both of his cheeks.
“I’m sure Kris has been taking care of it,” Luhan laughed. “Haven’t you, Kris?” Everyone looked at him expectantly.
“Uh, yeah,” he replied. “Of course.” Everyone laughed except for Yixing, who looked incredibly displeased. Yifan didn’t really know what he was supposed to do. He was taking care of it, right?
That evening, Kyungsoo helped Yifan prepare dinner, and he pointed out how to make food that cats would like too. But Yifan had a nagging voice in his mind telling him to just ask Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo wouldn’t laugh.
“Kyung-Kyungsoo,” he coughed nervously, “uh…how do you…how do you normally take care of Sehun when he’s in heat? I’m afraid I’m…not doing enough for Yixing. He seems unhappy.” Kyungsoo stared for a moment.
“I’d have thought that wouldn’t have been a problem for you,” he said quietly, but then he looked up, his cheeks bright red. “I really-I really just let Sehun do whatever he wants. As long as I can make him feel good, it doesn’t matter what he wants me to do.”
“Feel good?” Yifan asked. “You have to do something for that?”
“Well, I mean, you could leave him to his hand, but that’s not very nice for him, is it?” Kyungsoo shrugged.
Except that was exactly what Yifan had been letting Yixing do for the past few days. But that meant Kyungsoo-
“Wait, you’re sleeping with Sehun?” Yifan demanded, and Kyungsoo looked up with surprised eyes.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo replied slowly, as if he thought he wasn’t understanding Yifan properly. “He’s my cat, and he goes into heat too, you know. I’m not going to let him just get himself off. He’ll get in a bad mood.”
Yifan coughed loudly, to the point that Kyungsoo thought he was choking and thumped him on the back. “So,” Yifan choked, composing himself, “you mean I’m supposed to sleep with Yixing when he’s in heat?”
Kyungsoo nodded slowly again. “Have you-have you not been?” he asked. Yifan shook his head. “Yifan, no wonder he’s unhappy,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “Has he asked you to?”
“Yeah!” Yifan replied, suddenly very frustrated. “Many times, but I thought I was taking advantage of him because his mind was hazy!”
Kyungsoo laughed. “If he asked you, that means he really wants it and obviously likes you a lot. Just give in.”
Yifan took the advice to heart.
Yifan closed the door after finally getting Luhan out of his apartment around midnight. Everyone was gone, their bellies full and their moods up.
Everyone except for Yixing, who had picked at his food and was still moping. Yifan took a shaky breath as he stepped over to his cat.
“Xing?” he asked, sitting down on the couch next to where Yixing was curled up. “Come here.” He pulled Yixing towards him and kissed him tenderly. Yixing didn’t reciprocate.
“I need to take care of myself,” Yixing pouted, trying to get up and go to the bathroom, but Yifan held him down. Yixing frowned.
“I’ll help you this time,” Yifan said confidently, and Yixing’s eyes brightened.
“Really?” he asked. “Really?” Yifan chuckled at his adorable cat.
“Yes, really.”
Yixing was perfect, even as he was rutting against Yifan’s leg as Yifan tried to undress himself.
“Xing, be patient,” Yifan said, finally managing to get his pants off. Yixing purred, wasting no time in sticking his hands into Yifan’s underwear. “Xing!” Yifan cried. “Go sit on the bed.” Yixing whimpered but did as he was told, and Yifan undressed himself in peace.
He walked over to Yixing, who had been completely bare for a while, and kneeled down in front of him. Yixing was shaking in anticipation as Yifan put his mouth on Yixing’s cock, which was already red and hard.
“Ah!” Yixing cried, immediately grabbing Yifan’s hair. Yifan smiled around his cat’s cock and sucked a few times before pulling back. He licked up and down the shaft, pressing kisses here and there and flicking his tongue against the end. He pressed his tongue into Yixing’s slit and Yixing bristled with pleasure, trying to push Yifan further down onto his cock. He cried out happily when he came hot and sticky into his master’s mouth, and Yifan swallowed the surprisingly sweet fluid.
Yixing was still hard, though, and Yifan had expected that. He pushed Yixing down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, kissing his neck and leaving a few angry red marks. He teased the cat’s nipples with his fingers as Yixing started to squirm.
“Hurry, please,” Yixing pleaded, reacting deliciously to the stimulus. He started arching off the mattress, snapping his hips desperately, and Yifan smiled against his cat’s neck.
“Okay,” he said gently. He pulled away from the writhing cat and reached for the lube Kyungsoo had slipped him surreptitiously earlier that evening. He popped open the cap, coating his fingers before pressing into Yixing. Yixing mewled, trying desperately to press down onto his master’s fingers.
“Go go go go go,” Yixing pleaded. “Go, please, go.” Yifan tried to push in another finger, but Yixing squirmed out of the way. “I want you!” he cried, and Yifan couldn’t argue with that. He coated his cock with lube and pushed in slowly, sending Yixing into a violent purring fit that was so loud Yifan was sure the neighbors would hear.
Yifan was suddenly struck with the intense desire to hold Yixing in his arms, so he did just that. Without pulling out, he lifted Yixing up and had easy access to his lips. Yixing kissed him before Yifan had time to even think about it, though. Yixing moaned into his master’s mouth, kissing him hot and open-mouthed, still bouncing on Yifan’s cock. Yixing’s cock was rubbing against Yifan’s belly, but Yifan didn’t mind in the least. He tried to get a hand between them and did his best to stroke Yixing. Yixing moved to set his head on Yifan’s shoulder, purring as Yifan started to snap his hips faster. Yixing was so hot and warm and tight and when Yifan came, he spilled into Yixing, who cried out in pleasure. A few more pumps and Yixing was coming too, finally going soft in Yifan’s hand as his hole clenched with the aftershocks.
Yifan put his sleepy cat in the bath after that, making sure to watch over him so he didn’t fall asleep. He managed to keep his eyes mostly open as he was being cleaned, but finally drifted off as Yifan carried him back to the bed. Yifan held him close for the whole night.
He had a beautiful, perfect cat, and he wouldn’t give him up for the world.
+ sorry for the shitty smut i kinda lost my muse :(
+ it has come to my attention that some people seem to think catboy = cat. no. wrong. catboy is this, cat is this. not the same thing. i don't do bestiality. thank you.
+ follow me on twitter or tumblr or ask.fm heh
Rating: NC17
Words: 2,103
Warnings: Catboy sex ;D
Summary: For adw1017 who requested smutty Fanxing <3 Yifan doesn't know how to take care of his cat.
“You adopted a cat,” Luhan deadpanned. “You adopted a cat.” Yifan sighed in frustration.
“Yes, Luhan, I adopted a cat. He’s a purebred. It’s fine.” It was fine. It was going to be good and fine and fine and good.
“You hate cats,” Luhan said. “No seriously, you hate cats. Ever since Junmyeon adopted Tao and Chen you’ve been complaining about how much you hate them.” Luhan looked Yifan up and down suspiciously. “Yifan, cats are not sex toys. They’re living, breathing creatures. They have feelings.”
Yifan almost hit Luhan, but he thought better of it. “That’s not why I got him. I mean-eventually-hopefully, it’ll be possible-”
“Consensual,” Luhan interrupted, “it has to be consensual.”
“Yes, that too,” Yifan continued, trying not to let Luhan fray his nerves anymore. “But for now, I just got him because he was just…cute, I guess.” Luhan’s eyes widened.
“Cute?” Luhan demanded. “You think something is cute. Never mind that it’s a fucking cat, you thinking anything is cute is a miracle in itself. I have to see this. How cute can this cat possibly be? How is he possibly cuter than me?”
“Oh, he’s much cuter than you,” Yifan said with certainty. “Why don’t you come by tonight?”
Luhan pondered for a moment. “Will there be food?” he asked.
“I have ramen,” Yifan shrugged, and Luhan made a fake retching noise.
“Your cat is going to die,” Luhan sighed wistfully. “Invite Kyungsoo too and ask him to bring Sehun. Your cat and Sehun can get acquainted while Kyungsoo teaches you how to make real food for a cat.”
Yifan stepped back into the apartment and hung up his coat on the hook next to the door. “Yixing, I’m home!” he called.
“Okay!” Yixing called back, and Yifan chuckled. He walked into the living room, where Yixing was stretched out on the couch with his eyes mostly closed. Yifan sat down on the arm of the couch and stroked the spot right in between Yixing’s ears. Even though he’d only had Yixing for three days, he already knew the place to pet his cat to get the most purring. It was adorable.
And purr Yixing did, stretching out even further and closing his eyes all the way.
“We’re having guests over tonight,” Yifan said quietly, still petting his cat’s head.
“Why,” Yixing whined. “I just want you. I don’t need anyone else.” Yifan swallowed thickly. He didn’t regret adopting Yixing even a little bit-he was just that perfect.
“My friends Kyungsoo and Luhan want to meet you. And Kyungsoo’s bringing his cat too,” Yifan explained. Yixing turned around and bared his neck to his master, and Yifan pet under his chin. Yixing smiled.
“I guess it’s okay if you want it,” he said with a smile, his dimple showing. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Okay,” Yifan laughed, leaning down to peck his cat on the lips.
Yixing had been a surprisingly impulsive decision. A few days ago, there was an adoption fair outside the café Yifan liked to frequent. He barely looked at the fair-he hated cats, after all-until an utterly adorable cat bounded up to him.
“Adopt me!” he cried, hugging Yifan around the middle. “I’ll be a good cat, I promise. I’ll love you more than any other cat here! I don’t even need much to eat; I’m a really good cat.” Yifan had refused at first, trying to escape the cat’s hold, but he rubbed up against Yifan, purring loudly and smiling adorably.
“Okay, okay,” he said finally. “I’ll adopt you.” The cat looked happier than anything Yifan had ever felt, and he knew he made the right decision.
When he went to sign the adoption papers, the lady helping him looked worried. “This cat is in heat right now,” she said, “so it’s going to be quite demanding. Do you think you’ll be able to take care of it?” Yifan didn’t really know how to, but he nodded, and the woman smiled when Yifan seemed confident. “Alright then, Yixing is all yours.”
Yixing kissed Yifan on the way to the car, and then in the car, and then at every stoplight, and then when they got out of the car, and he hadn’t stopped since then.
Yifan liked it. He really liked it.
“Hey,” Yixing interrupted, climbing on top of Yifan and rutting against him, peppering his face with wet kisses, “help me please.”
“I-I thought your heat ended,” Yifan stuttered, gulping. He remembered Luhan’s words. Cats are not sex toys, he’d said.
“It didn’t-please, Yifan, please?” Yixing asked, giving Yifan his best cutesy eyes, but his pupils were so blown out that it only made Yifan more nervous.
He shook his head. “I can’t, Yixing. Not-not now.” Yixing sighed loudly, pulling away from Yifan and slinking into the bathroom.
Sure, Yifan wanted to. He’d love to touch Yixing, hear him purring and mewling as he squirmed underneath Yifan. But cats were not sex toys and Yifan couldn’t take advantage of Yixing-especially not when he was in heat. He wasn’t in his right mind.
Yixing didn’t come out of the bathroom for almost half an hour, and when he did, he looked tired and unsatisfied.
“We’re here,” Luhan announced when he came into the room. “And Kyungsoo brought Sehun!” Yifan welcomed them and they filed into the living room where Yixing was perched on the couch, still looking put-off.
“So this is your cat?” Kyungsoo asked, walking over to Yixing and petting his head. “Wow, you’re cute! What’s your name?”
“Yixing,” Yixing said curtly. Sehun slunk over to Yixing and looked at him.
“He’s in heat,” Sehun said, looking unhappy. “Don’t let him jump me.”
“I wouldn’t jump you,” Yixing replied with a tone of disdain that Yifan didn’t think was possible coming from his cute cat. Kyungsoo laughed instead, pulling Sehun back towards him and kissing both of his cheeks.
“I’m sure Kris has been taking care of it,” Luhan laughed. “Haven’t you, Kris?” Everyone looked at him expectantly.
“Uh, yeah,” he replied. “Of course.” Everyone laughed except for Yixing, who looked incredibly displeased. Yifan didn’t really know what he was supposed to do. He was taking care of it, right?
That evening, Kyungsoo helped Yifan prepare dinner, and he pointed out how to make food that cats would like too. But Yifan had a nagging voice in his mind telling him to just ask Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo wouldn’t laugh.
“Kyung-Kyungsoo,” he coughed nervously, “uh…how do you…how do you normally take care of Sehun when he’s in heat? I’m afraid I’m…not doing enough for Yixing. He seems unhappy.” Kyungsoo stared for a moment.
“I’d have thought that wouldn’t have been a problem for you,” he said quietly, but then he looked up, his cheeks bright red. “I really-I really just let Sehun do whatever he wants. As long as I can make him feel good, it doesn’t matter what he wants me to do.”
“Feel good?” Yifan asked. “You have to do something for that?”
“Well, I mean, you could leave him to his hand, but that’s not very nice for him, is it?” Kyungsoo shrugged.
Except that was exactly what Yifan had been letting Yixing do for the past few days. But that meant Kyungsoo-
“Wait, you’re sleeping with Sehun?” Yifan demanded, and Kyungsoo looked up with surprised eyes.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo replied slowly, as if he thought he wasn’t understanding Yifan properly. “He’s my cat, and he goes into heat too, you know. I’m not going to let him just get himself off. He’ll get in a bad mood.”
Yifan coughed loudly, to the point that Kyungsoo thought he was choking and thumped him on the back. “So,” Yifan choked, composing himself, “you mean I’m supposed to sleep with Yixing when he’s in heat?”
Kyungsoo nodded slowly again. “Have you-have you not been?” he asked. Yifan shook his head. “Yifan, no wonder he’s unhappy,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “Has he asked you to?”
“Yeah!” Yifan replied, suddenly very frustrated. “Many times, but I thought I was taking advantage of him because his mind was hazy!”
Kyungsoo laughed. “If he asked you, that means he really wants it and obviously likes you a lot. Just give in.”
Yifan took the advice to heart.
Yifan closed the door after finally getting Luhan out of his apartment around midnight. Everyone was gone, their bellies full and their moods up.
Everyone except for Yixing, who had picked at his food and was still moping. Yifan took a shaky breath as he stepped over to his cat.
“Xing?” he asked, sitting down on the couch next to where Yixing was curled up. “Come here.” He pulled Yixing towards him and kissed him tenderly. Yixing didn’t reciprocate.
“I need to take care of myself,” Yixing pouted, trying to get up and go to the bathroom, but Yifan held him down. Yixing frowned.
“I’ll help you this time,” Yifan said confidently, and Yixing’s eyes brightened.
“Really?” he asked. “Really?” Yifan chuckled at his adorable cat.
“Yes, really.”
Yixing was perfect, even as he was rutting against Yifan’s leg as Yifan tried to undress himself.
“Xing, be patient,” Yifan said, finally managing to get his pants off. Yixing purred, wasting no time in sticking his hands into Yifan’s underwear. “Xing!” Yifan cried. “Go sit on the bed.” Yixing whimpered but did as he was told, and Yifan undressed himself in peace.
He walked over to Yixing, who had been completely bare for a while, and kneeled down in front of him. Yixing was shaking in anticipation as Yifan put his mouth on Yixing’s cock, which was already red and hard.
“Ah!” Yixing cried, immediately grabbing Yifan’s hair. Yifan smiled around his cat’s cock and sucked a few times before pulling back. He licked up and down the shaft, pressing kisses here and there and flicking his tongue against the end. He pressed his tongue into Yixing’s slit and Yixing bristled with pleasure, trying to push Yifan further down onto his cock. He cried out happily when he came hot and sticky into his master’s mouth, and Yifan swallowed the surprisingly sweet fluid.
Yixing was still hard, though, and Yifan had expected that. He pushed Yixing down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, kissing his neck and leaving a few angry red marks. He teased the cat’s nipples with his fingers as Yixing started to squirm.
“Hurry, please,” Yixing pleaded, reacting deliciously to the stimulus. He started arching off the mattress, snapping his hips desperately, and Yifan smiled against his cat’s neck.
“Okay,” he said gently. He pulled away from the writhing cat and reached for the lube Kyungsoo had slipped him surreptitiously earlier that evening. He popped open the cap, coating his fingers before pressing into Yixing. Yixing mewled, trying desperately to press down onto his master’s fingers.
“Go go go go go,” Yixing pleaded. “Go, please, go.” Yifan tried to push in another finger, but Yixing squirmed out of the way. “I want you!” he cried, and Yifan couldn’t argue with that. He coated his cock with lube and pushed in slowly, sending Yixing into a violent purring fit that was so loud Yifan was sure the neighbors would hear.
Yifan was suddenly struck with the intense desire to hold Yixing in his arms, so he did just that. Without pulling out, he lifted Yixing up and had easy access to his lips. Yixing kissed him before Yifan had time to even think about it, though. Yixing moaned into his master’s mouth, kissing him hot and open-mouthed, still bouncing on Yifan’s cock. Yixing’s cock was rubbing against Yifan’s belly, but Yifan didn’t mind in the least. He tried to get a hand between them and did his best to stroke Yixing. Yixing moved to set his head on Yifan’s shoulder, purring as Yifan started to snap his hips faster. Yixing was so hot and warm and tight and when Yifan came, he spilled into Yixing, who cried out in pleasure. A few more pumps and Yixing was coming too, finally going soft in Yifan’s hand as his hole clenched with the aftershocks.
Yifan put his sleepy cat in the bath after that, making sure to watch over him so he didn’t fall asleep. He managed to keep his eyes mostly open as he was being cleaned, but finally drifted off as Yifan carried him back to the bed. Yifan held him close for the whole night.
He had a beautiful, perfect cat, and he wouldn’t give him up for the world.
+ sorry for the shitty smut i kinda lost my muse :(
+ it has come to my attention that some people seem to think catboy = cat. no. wrong. catboy is this, cat is this. not the same thing. i don't do bestiality. thank you.
+ follow me on twitter or tumblr or ask.fm heh