you've lost your mind one/seven{exo}
Title: You've Lost Your Mind (1/7)
Fandom: EXO
Pairings: Kai/Lu Han, Xiumin/Sehun, Suho/D.O, Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Kris/Tao && Chen/Lay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cat!Lu Han, cat!Sehun, cat!D.O, cat!Chanyeol, cat!Tao, cat!Lay, mentions of pornography and masturbation, bad language
Genre: Porn with a plot..
A/N: Sorry - Tao's aegyo made me want to write this
Summary: When Jongin, Minseok, Jongdae, Joonmyun, Baekhyun and Wu Fan are bored, they see an advertisement for a beautiful man named Lu Han - except he isn't a man, he's a 'catboy', a rare breed of man. With Joonmyun as the only sane one, they decide to get some for themselves.
It’s a cold, winter day, when all the six, young males are bored out of their minds.
Jongdae sighs for the seventh time that hour, turning onto his side and digging his cheek further into the throw pillow on the couch. His short, black bangs dip into his eyes and he blows them away. He crosses his arms, his elbows scraping the texture of the sofa. He sighs again dramatically, just to put his boredom across.
Wu Fan sits up from the other side of the couch and kicks Jongdae’s legs. “We know you’re bored, Jongdae-you don’t have to remind us every three seconds.” Jongdae rolls his eyes like the little brat Wu Fan knows he is, before pushing himself further into the pillow. Wu Fan scans the room, his eyes landing on Baekhyun, who has been staring at the empty bowl (recently filled with popcorn) for the past few minutes, his fingers tapping against his leg to the inaudible music in his head.
The room is rather silent. Apart from Jongdae’s sighs and the tapping from Baekhyun, no one seems to be really moving. Even Jongin, who usually goes to dance when things get boring at the dorm, is there, staring lifelessly at his hands and shoes, admiring the Nike swirl for about the sixteenth time since they had dumped themselves on the sofa.
Minseok and Joonmyun were on the couch opposite from Wu Fan and Jongdae, Minseok laying his feet across Joonmyun’s lap. Joonmyun played with the eldest’s toes through the blue and white socks, a bright smile on his face, while Minseok slept peacefully. Joonmyun seemed to be the only one really happy at the moment.
Wu Fan sighed and grabbed the remote for the TV, turning to a familiar channel. Minseok snapped up quickly, and Baekhyun stopped looking at the empty bowl, tapping Jongin’s leg, pulling him out of his shoe-appreciation moment. Jongdae sat up, kicking Wu Fan’s legs, grabbing the pillow and pulling it onto his lap. Wu Fan rolled his eyes, turning to watch Joonmyun, whose quaint smile had turned into full-on interest.
Oh, it was such a good idea to pay for the pornographic channel.
On the screen, it was black, like it was right before a new ‘movie’ would begin. Minseok whimpered when five seconds passed, asking what everyone was thinking, “Why hasn’t it started yet?”
Jongin shrugs, “It will.” Jongdae tries not to notice that Jongin’s hand is already down his pants and he’s probably touching himself. Minseok sighs and turns back to the screen, waiting patiently for a movie to start, or anything to start. Joonmyun pats his shins lovingly, reminding him to be patient.
“This is a paid announcement.” The voice-over hasn’t even finished the sentence and the six males scream out in protest. Baekhyun puts his head on his hand, returning to looking at the empty, white bowl. Jongdae tries stealing the remote from Wu Fan, hoping to see if the ‘back-up channel’ wasn’t advertising, but Wu Fan just ignores him, ready to turn off the TV.
“Wait!” Jongin screams when something appears on the screen. He turns to Wu Fan. “Pause! Pause!” Wu Fan mumbles something about ‘having learnt Korean by now’ and pauses. It stops at the exact moment when a reddish-brown haired male opens his plump lips, his innocent eyes looking into the souls of the watcher. Jongin swears under his breath and more follow. ‘Cause fuck, the boy on screen looks good. With flawless skin, exposed collarbones, and such an adorable baby face. Jongin reaches in his pants again.
“Continue. I wanna see him move,” Jongin orders, and Wu Fan obliges, because everyone seems to want to see the paid programming now, too.
The camera zooms out from his face and Jongin traces his curves, admiring the naked body. In white font, contrast to the black background, is the words, ‘Lu Han’. Jongin swears again, increasing the grip on his dick, ignoring the fact that everyone seems to be doing the same thing. Except maybe goody-two shoes Joonmyun.
“Wait,” Baekhyun pipes in, “Is that a…tail?” Everyone looks to where he’s pointing, and they realize how he has a reddish-brown tail coming out from his back-side. Minseok screams out and points to the top of his head, where two ears poke out. The group hums-good, Baekhyun isn’t insane.
The picture of Lu Han disappears and is replaced by a creepy-looking man that could probably only advertise on the pornographic channel. A creepy smile pulls at his lips and he winks at the camera before beginning his spiel. “Ready to try something new, something so specially enticing, something that will please you so much more than stupid movies on the porno channel? Then copy this number down,” he points at a number that appears at the bottom of the screen, “And we’ll talk.”
Wu Fan pauses the show so that Baekhyun can run out of the room to get a pencil and paper, hastily writing down the number. Jongdae has his phone out and he punches in the number in, biting down on his lip as it starts to ring, and the whole room is filled with silence.
All Joonmyun can think is that they’re such idiots… But that Lu Han guy did look very attractive… He sighed inwardly, resting his hands on Minseok’s shins, not caring if it made his wrist feel uncomfortable. He hated how he was counting the number of rings in his head, like the sick people that sat around him. They didn’t need to be ‘pleased’-they were straight out of university, and only a few of them had good jobs (that was Joonmyun, Wu Fan and Baekhyun, too. Jongin worked as a choreographer and only got paid every third week, Minseok was a barista, and Jongdae was a photographer.). They should have been trying to get more money.
“Hello?” Jongdae smiles and nods, as if the person on the other line can hear him. He scans the room, biting down on his lip. “Um yeah, six-we don’t care. Tomorrow’s good? Ok, cool!” Jongdae nods another time before pulling the phone from his ear and pressing the ‘hang up’ button. He looks to Wu Fan beside him, a small giggle escaping his lips.
“We’re supposed to go tomorrow. He’s holding six of them for us. Whatever that means, I don’t care,” he explains, lying back in the sofa. Jongin nods and gets up, probably off to look for his computer, leaving the five to continue watching the pornographic channel.
**
“My name is Heechul-Kim Heechul,” the man explains when the six boys appear at the door of the shady building the next morning. Baekhyun’s tired as hell, Jongin’s serious, and Joonmyun is trying his best not to run away in the opposite direction, but Wu Fan’s hand is on his back, pushing him even closer to Heechul, who just watches them as they stand there awkwardly. Heechul turns, and beckons them to follow him into the building.
“Because you guys called so eagerly,” Heechul laughs, “I tried to choose my best six.” He opens a set of French doors, ornately styled, and turns a sharp right. Baekhyun stumbles in the darkness, almost tripping into the large columns that rise all the way up to the high ceilings. Wu Fan grabs his hand, pulling him along like a little kid. Baekhyun blushes.
They enter another room, much smaller than the one before, and Wu Fan stops dead in his tracks. Baekhyun runs into his back, looking over his shoulder. Baekhyun freezes, a small ‘fuck’ leaving his lips as Jongin pushes him out of the way to let Jongdae and Joonmyun in. Minseok is still hanging around the back.
Heechul smiles and walks over to the long-legged, black haired boy that sits on the floor, the only clothes on being a small red and black thong. A red collar hangs around his neck, and on the top of his head are two, small ears. Baekhyun checks his back-yep, against the white of his skin, is a long, black tail that moves back and forth. So it wasn’t just Lu Han wearing a costume.
“As you may or may not know, this breed is very rare these days. Only a few breeders continue to make them, because the government considers it ‘inhumane’ and ‘animal abuse’. You should be thankful that I have such a great library of them. This is Zi Tao, one of my own breeds. His mother is Zhou Mi, the explanation for the long legs, and Han Geng, who will pop up later, and they are both strong parents, making him a strong, fast and obedient. He also knows Mandarin, but can understand Korean just as well.” Heechul strokes Zi Tao’s ears, smiling when the catboy leaned even closer. He looked up at the six boys that watched him.
“So, who would like him?”
Wu Fan cleared his throat, looking at the other five. “If none of you want him…” The others shake their heads and Wu Fan looks back at Heechul and nods. Heechul smiles and pats the catboy’s bare back, before grabbing his collar and pulling him over to Wu Fan.
“Taemin baby, get them ready, would you? And get the other five, I’ll need their help. Good boy.” A small, weasel-like boy appears at Wu Fan’s side and pulls Zi Tao, asking Wu Fan to follow.
Heechul turns to the other five, “Would you like to see the others, now?”
“Lu Han is mine,” Jongin says. Heechul raises his eyebrow and nods.
“As you wish.”
**
Yixing-gege, I’m afraid, Zi Tao thinks, grabbing his half-brother’s arm. Yixing sighs and brushes the younger’s hair, kissing the top of his head.
Everything will be fine, I promise. We’re going someplace else, isn’t that exciting? We’re going to leave Heechul! You should be happy, Yixing responds, giving him a small smile before looking at Lu Han and Sehun who sit on the other side of the trunk, whose frown would make anyone scared.
Chanyeol crawls over to Zi Tao and hugs him, resting his head on his shoulder. Baekhyunnie said that we would love it at our new home! Sehun scoffs, his legs feeling uncomfortable in the sweats that his new owner, Minseok, had forced them to wear.
Lu Han looks over the seats, watching Jongin in the front seat, who had dominated his mouth with a strong kiss when he had entered the room. Beside him, in the driver’s seat, is Joonmyun, who, like Minseok, had forced one of their friends to get dressed.
Kyungsoo looks awkward wearing clothes, sitting cross-legged in the back seat. He’s separated from the rest of the group, who sit in the trunk, his head down. Joonmyun spent a while getting him dressed and putting on his seatbelt, and Lu Han smiles, wanting to go up to him and tell him that it will be ok, but Sehun holds his hand dominantly, refusing to leave his side. Even if Minseok forces him to.
I’m afraid, Lu Han admits, turning to watch Yixing. Yixing lowers his head, continuing to console Zi Tao.
We’ll be fine, Sehun says, and Yixing can’t stop looking at him.
Maybe he’ll be right.
--
a/n: the italics is the catboys talking to each other. the humans can't hear it.
a/n1: continue?
Fandom: EXO
Pairings: Kai/Lu Han, Xiumin/Sehun, Suho/D.O, Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Kris/Tao && Chen/Lay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cat!Lu Han, cat!Sehun, cat!D.O, cat!Chanyeol, cat!Tao, cat!Lay, mentions of pornography and masturbation, bad language
Genre: Porn with a plot..
A/N: Sorry - Tao's aegyo made me want to write this
Summary: When Jongin, Minseok, Jongdae, Joonmyun, Baekhyun and Wu Fan are bored, they see an advertisement for a beautiful man named Lu Han - except he isn't a man, he's a 'catboy', a rare breed of man. With Joonmyun as the only sane one, they decide to get some for themselves.
It’s a cold, winter day, when all the six, young males are bored out of their minds.
Jongdae sighs for the seventh time that hour, turning onto his side and digging his cheek further into the throw pillow on the couch. His short, black bangs dip into his eyes and he blows them away. He crosses his arms, his elbows scraping the texture of the sofa. He sighs again dramatically, just to put his boredom across.
Wu Fan sits up from the other side of the couch and kicks Jongdae’s legs. “We know you’re bored, Jongdae-you don’t have to remind us every three seconds.” Jongdae rolls his eyes like the little brat Wu Fan knows he is, before pushing himself further into the pillow. Wu Fan scans the room, his eyes landing on Baekhyun, who has been staring at the empty bowl (recently filled with popcorn) for the past few minutes, his fingers tapping against his leg to the inaudible music in his head.
The room is rather silent. Apart from Jongdae’s sighs and the tapping from Baekhyun, no one seems to be really moving. Even Jongin, who usually goes to dance when things get boring at the dorm, is there, staring lifelessly at his hands and shoes, admiring the Nike swirl for about the sixteenth time since they had dumped themselves on the sofa.
Minseok and Joonmyun were on the couch opposite from Wu Fan and Jongdae, Minseok laying his feet across Joonmyun’s lap. Joonmyun played with the eldest’s toes through the blue and white socks, a bright smile on his face, while Minseok slept peacefully. Joonmyun seemed to be the only one really happy at the moment.
Wu Fan sighed and grabbed the remote for the TV, turning to a familiar channel. Minseok snapped up quickly, and Baekhyun stopped looking at the empty bowl, tapping Jongin’s leg, pulling him out of his shoe-appreciation moment. Jongdae sat up, kicking Wu Fan’s legs, grabbing the pillow and pulling it onto his lap. Wu Fan rolled his eyes, turning to watch Joonmyun, whose quaint smile had turned into full-on interest.
Oh, it was such a good idea to pay for the pornographic channel.
On the screen, it was black, like it was right before a new ‘movie’ would begin. Minseok whimpered when five seconds passed, asking what everyone was thinking, “Why hasn’t it started yet?”
Jongin shrugs, “It will.” Jongdae tries not to notice that Jongin’s hand is already down his pants and he’s probably touching himself. Minseok sighs and turns back to the screen, waiting patiently for a movie to start, or anything to start. Joonmyun pats his shins lovingly, reminding him to be patient.
“This is a paid announcement.” The voice-over hasn’t even finished the sentence and the six males scream out in protest. Baekhyun puts his head on his hand, returning to looking at the empty, white bowl. Jongdae tries stealing the remote from Wu Fan, hoping to see if the ‘back-up channel’ wasn’t advertising, but Wu Fan just ignores him, ready to turn off the TV.
“Wait!” Jongin screams when something appears on the screen. He turns to Wu Fan. “Pause! Pause!” Wu Fan mumbles something about ‘having learnt Korean by now’ and pauses. It stops at the exact moment when a reddish-brown haired male opens his plump lips, his innocent eyes looking into the souls of the watcher. Jongin swears under his breath and more follow. ‘Cause fuck, the boy on screen looks good. With flawless skin, exposed collarbones, and such an adorable baby face. Jongin reaches in his pants again.
“Continue. I wanna see him move,” Jongin orders, and Wu Fan obliges, because everyone seems to want to see the paid programming now, too.
The camera zooms out from his face and Jongin traces his curves, admiring the naked body. In white font, contrast to the black background, is the words, ‘Lu Han’. Jongin swears again, increasing the grip on his dick, ignoring the fact that everyone seems to be doing the same thing. Except maybe goody-two shoes Joonmyun.
“Wait,” Baekhyun pipes in, “Is that a…tail?” Everyone looks to where he’s pointing, and they realize how he has a reddish-brown tail coming out from his back-side. Minseok screams out and points to the top of his head, where two ears poke out. The group hums-good, Baekhyun isn’t insane.
The picture of Lu Han disappears and is replaced by a creepy-looking man that could probably only advertise on the pornographic channel. A creepy smile pulls at his lips and he winks at the camera before beginning his spiel. “Ready to try something new, something so specially enticing, something that will please you so much more than stupid movies on the porno channel? Then copy this number down,” he points at a number that appears at the bottom of the screen, “And we’ll talk.”
Wu Fan pauses the show so that Baekhyun can run out of the room to get a pencil and paper, hastily writing down the number. Jongdae has his phone out and he punches in the number in, biting down on his lip as it starts to ring, and the whole room is filled with silence.
All Joonmyun can think is that they’re such idiots… But that Lu Han guy did look very attractive… He sighed inwardly, resting his hands on Minseok’s shins, not caring if it made his wrist feel uncomfortable. He hated how he was counting the number of rings in his head, like the sick people that sat around him. They didn’t need to be ‘pleased’-they were straight out of university, and only a few of them had good jobs (that was Joonmyun, Wu Fan and Baekhyun, too. Jongin worked as a choreographer and only got paid every third week, Minseok was a barista, and Jongdae was a photographer.). They should have been trying to get more money.
“Hello?” Jongdae smiles and nods, as if the person on the other line can hear him. He scans the room, biting down on his lip. “Um yeah, six-we don’t care. Tomorrow’s good? Ok, cool!” Jongdae nods another time before pulling the phone from his ear and pressing the ‘hang up’ button. He looks to Wu Fan beside him, a small giggle escaping his lips.
“We’re supposed to go tomorrow. He’s holding six of them for us. Whatever that means, I don’t care,” he explains, lying back in the sofa. Jongin nods and gets up, probably off to look for his computer, leaving the five to continue watching the pornographic channel.
**
“My name is Heechul-Kim Heechul,” the man explains when the six boys appear at the door of the shady building the next morning. Baekhyun’s tired as hell, Jongin’s serious, and Joonmyun is trying his best not to run away in the opposite direction, but Wu Fan’s hand is on his back, pushing him even closer to Heechul, who just watches them as they stand there awkwardly. Heechul turns, and beckons them to follow him into the building.
“Because you guys called so eagerly,” Heechul laughs, “I tried to choose my best six.” He opens a set of French doors, ornately styled, and turns a sharp right. Baekhyun stumbles in the darkness, almost tripping into the large columns that rise all the way up to the high ceilings. Wu Fan grabs his hand, pulling him along like a little kid. Baekhyun blushes.
They enter another room, much smaller than the one before, and Wu Fan stops dead in his tracks. Baekhyun runs into his back, looking over his shoulder. Baekhyun freezes, a small ‘fuck’ leaving his lips as Jongin pushes him out of the way to let Jongdae and Joonmyun in. Minseok is still hanging around the back.
Heechul smiles and walks over to the long-legged, black haired boy that sits on the floor, the only clothes on being a small red and black thong. A red collar hangs around his neck, and on the top of his head are two, small ears. Baekhyun checks his back-yep, against the white of his skin, is a long, black tail that moves back and forth. So it wasn’t just Lu Han wearing a costume.
“As you may or may not know, this breed is very rare these days. Only a few breeders continue to make them, because the government considers it ‘inhumane’ and ‘animal abuse’. You should be thankful that I have such a great library of them. This is Zi Tao, one of my own breeds. His mother is Zhou Mi, the explanation for the long legs, and Han Geng, who will pop up later, and they are both strong parents, making him a strong, fast and obedient. He also knows Mandarin, but can understand Korean just as well.” Heechul strokes Zi Tao’s ears, smiling when the catboy leaned even closer. He looked up at the six boys that watched him.
“So, who would like him?”
Wu Fan cleared his throat, looking at the other five. “If none of you want him…” The others shake their heads and Wu Fan looks back at Heechul and nods. Heechul smiles and pats the catboy’s bare back, before grabbing his collar and pulling him over to Wu Fan.
“Taemin baby, get them ready, would you? And get the other five, I’ll need their help. Good boy.” A small, weasel-like boy appears at Wu Fan’s side and pulls Zi Tao, asking Wu Fan to follow.
Heechul turns to the other five, “Would you like to see the others, now?”
“Lu Han is mine,” Jongin says. Heechul raises his eyebrow and nods.
“As you wish.”
**
Yixing-gege, I’m afraid, Zi Tao thinks, grabbing his half-brother’s arm. Yixing sighs and brushes the younger’s hair, kissing the top of his head.
Everything will be fine, I promise. We’re going someplace else, isn’t that exciting? We’re going to leave Heechul! You should be happy, Yixing responds, giving him a small smile before looking at Lu Han and Sehun who sit on the other side of the trunk, whose frown would make anyone scared.
Chanyeol crawls over to Zi Tao and hugs him, resting his head on his shoulder. Baekhyunnie said that we would love it at our new home! Sehun scoffs, his legs feeling uncomfortable in the sweats that his new owner, Minseok, had forced them to wear.
Lu Han looks over the seats, watching Jongin in the front seat, who had dominated his mouth with a strong kiss when he had entered the room. Beside him, in the driver’s seat, is Joonmyun, who, like Minseok, had forced one of their friends to get dressed.
Kyungsoo looks awkward wearing clothes, sitting cross-legged in the back seat. He’s separated from the rest of the group, who sit in the trunk, his head down. Joonmyun spent a while getting him dressed and putting on his seatbelt, and Lu Han smiles, wanting to go up to him and tell him that it will be ok, but Sehun holds his hand dominantly, refusing to leave his side. Even if Minseok forces him to.
I’m afraid, Lu Han admits, turning to watch Yixing. Yixing lowers his head, continuing to console Zi Tao.
We’ll be fine, Sehun says, and Yixing can’t stop looking at him.
Maybe he’ll be right.
--
a/n: the italics is the catboys talking to each other. the humans can't hear it.
a/n1: continue?