toy for the maknae
toy for the maknae
soft r, taorishun
1960 wc
prompt: transformation (inanimate)
a/n: sort of a prequel to that wing prompt. ^^
It's not really bad to be honest. That is, if you're one of those overly optimistic kind of people that sees the bright side of things. Even if it turned out to be a headlight of a car about to run you over. It's unfortunate- the kind that deserves to be recognized, really, with a large FML stamp- that Kris belonged to the group of people that are willingly or not, wrapped around Tao's dainty little fingers.
"-waiian or the meaty kind? I'm not really sure what I want but I can eat a lot I think. Beef-ge said there are donuts too so I really wanted to go but Luhan-ge is somewhere, I don't know, and the dorms are empty so I came here dejected but then I found you and-"
"Tao."
The little brat doesn't even twitch. The rapid slew of more than passable Korean still pouring out in a steady flow. The urge to stretch his arms and maybe hit somebody in the process is getting stronger.
"-ew kind of Iron Man product out in store. Sehun and I will check it out soon because he's still busy with that thing with Chanye-"
"Tao." It's a pitch short for a proper scream.
"What?" Tao eyes him strangely, probably confused as to why somebody would dare to interrupt him so callously.
It may be appropriate to mention that while Tao has that rough kind of handsome, he is nothing but a ball of tantrum fairy inside all those piercings and strong gazes.
"Why are we wasting precious break minutes standing idly in here? If you need to rant, I think I saw Jongdae earlier in the hall." He envies that one for having the balls to withstand anything that the maknae line has to offer. Nobody, even Sehun with all his crinkled eyes and cute little aegyo that has most people bending over just for him, has succeeded.
"I don't want Chen-ge." Because he doesn't give you the time of the day, Kris adds. "I'm not really here to rant." Tao pouts and Kris feels a sudden chill running down his spine.
"What then?"
When Tao suddenly blinks a little faster than normal, teeth poking out to bite his lower lip, and shuffles a little closer, for the nth time, Kris resists another kind of urge. One of the fleeing variety kind.
"I need somebody."
"Somebody." Kris deadpans. "WHY?"
Tao fidgets.
It's never a good sign when Tao gets to that level of uncomfortable to warrant fidgeting. It usually leads to some embarrassing situations or even more embarrassing situations.
"Well."
"Well what."
"I need to go out. To the mall."
Kris grimaces out of sheer premonition. Tao hadn't had the time to go peruse the mall for a week. He shudders to think what kind of pent up energy Tao might hav-
Oh wait. Yeah, he can definitely imagine.
Kris grimaces some more.
"I'm sure," Kris starts to back away slowly, raising his hands to distract Tao from noticing his feet slowly but surely inching backwards, "Manager-ssi would gladly come with you-"
"But you're already here gege." Tao crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes. Kris feels the same spike of cold ice trailing down his spine. Damn.
"I heard some coordi-jiejies say they need to go to the mall!" If Kris' voice is slightly hysterical to his own ears then he's pretty positive it's just his imagination.
Tao scoffs before hooking an arm around Kris' biceps and dragging the unfortunate man towards the door.
"Perfect. You can buy me that jacket I saw last week. I'm not sure if it's still on stock but it's too expensive before right so probably it's still available and oh, I heard there was a new Guc-"
The door slams shut behind Kris.
-
"How did you get the van keys."
"Borrowed them from Manager-ge. Come on."
"How."
"Enough questions and more driving."
-
"What are you going to buy?"
"Toys."
-
This place.
When even one soul gets wind of this and SM finds out, the higher ups would probably rip their contracts apart and disassociate from them faster than anyone could say EXO. Being part of one of the best selling groups or not and having one of the largest fanbase, regardless.
It's not even the shady kind of place with drugs and people who look like they could probably snap necks like nobody's business, no. This place is the whole opposite. Bright lights and clear glass with lacy trimmings as design showcases three particular mannequin. Each mannequin wearing skimpy lingerie that looks like it would hurt in real life. And don't get him started on the little things that are artfully scattered on the floor of the display case.
Is that even legally allowed for display?
Apparently, when Tao says toys, it's not those hard little manufactured plastics that are displayed on the children's section on the mall. And Kris can really say he hadn't seen this coming whatever hint bombs may have been dropped.
"Tao," Kris hisses with the barest movement of his lips, "I thought you wanted toys."
Tao looks at him like he's lacking something in the head department. "I am buying toys."
Not those kinds of mall-friendly toys, oh no, rather it's those particularly-shaped hard plastics. A briefly scarring thought of whether it will be remote-controlled or not flits through his brain. Kris holds back a sob.
"Inside, now gege."
Unhelpful images burst forth in his mind. This is Tao. Tao. Maknae Tao. Yes, his brain deviously forms, you like maknaes don't you.
Kris wonders if the Korean Jesus ever made an off button for brain and where is it, please.
-
"Oh God."
"Blue or green?"
"God, why."
"It's just colors."
"Oh my God."
" I think the orange is nice."
"Dear Lord."
"This width is good. It's not too big right?"
"St-Sto-Stishdkshdbwhddjh."
"...Whatever. I'm checking out."
-
Kris flops down his bed, hitting his head on the corner of the hard-bound book he was reading before.
He basks in the pain and welcomes the blissful darkness.
-
Hot.
Was the first thing that came to mind when Kris woke up. Wet was the second and Tight was the third. And as his brain starts to relearn its most basic function, he realizes that these three certain words together does. Not. Bode. Well.
Kris tries to open his eyes but found that he can't. Nor can he move any part of his body. Panic attack is the mildest word to describe the feeling that rushes through him at that moment. He tries to rationalize even as his brain is in a flurry kind of state.
Okay, so his voluntary muscles don't work. Eyelids won't open, any part of his body won't even make the slightest capability of moving, even his tongue for fuck's sake.
But. He can feel.
Kris is certain that the paralyzing sensation wrapping his whole body is the most prominent cause of his suddenly unresponsive nerves and muscles. The tight, tight heat around him is-
"Mmm. Ahh..."
-very, very familiar.
Aw, shit.
But hey, at least his hearing still works.
-
Kris, because he possesses a brain after all no matter how limited its capabilities may be, has managed to deduce three very important things in the last hour or so. Despite his sudden handicap at that. Ha.
One: He is not himself at the moment. But Wu Yifan Jr. is certainly still his own self.
Two: He might be experiencing some kind of divine intervention from above. Or below. Most probably below.
Three: All of these, without a single doubt, is Tao's fault. Yes.
Ever since that Sehun accident that involves some hashtag and the mpreg category, he should've known never to fall for any maknae charms again. Especially EXO's maknae line.
Alas, he is but a human that is prone to errors and temptations.
Anyway, before Kris could contemplate the whole meaning of the universe and the futility of the struggle of the whole older line of EXO against certain evils personified, the feeling of being drenched from head to toe by a cold liquid substance registers in his brain.
And oh, what a familiar feeling that is.
Thank God for small miracles like not being able to smell or something.
"Hey."
He knows that voice. Fuck.
A moan and then, "Join me, Sehun?"
Double fuck.
"An orange dildo, really?"
"Shut up. Let's see you complain when I shove this thing up your ass."
Sehun keens. A high pitched moan that, so far, only Sehun has been able to produce.
The sound of a belt buckle falling to the floor has Kris swallowing down every last drop of his saliva in nervousness, anticipation and dread. Figuratively because he literally can't at the moment.
"Where's Kris-hyung?"
There's a beat of silence in which Tao may or may not have shrugged.
"But," Sehun groans and by the quality of his voice, Tao is probably doing something. "I saw you come back with him earlier though."
"He went straight to bed." Tao's voice is very breathy at this point. "And when I looked to ask him if he wanted to play, he's gone ahh..."
"Nnnnghh, more..."
Kris wanted to scream and chant FML out loud. He could be there goddammit. He could be there in person and disciplining them both!
"Wait, wait," Sehun instructs. "Pull your fingers out, hurry, I think I saw the dildo move on its own!"
"What?"
The feeling of being roughly manhandled and gripped tight, Kris finds outs, is really quite painful. But inappropriately stimulating.
"Hey look, there's somethi-"
He falls deaf and numb all of a sudden.
-
When Kris next regained his consciousness and involuntarily opened his eyes, his first thought was fuck. Then his brain kick starts and it finally sinks in that he can see.
See two young man staring at him. One milky skinned and missing his pants and the other bronzed skinned and unashamedly naked. He identifies the two of them being the source of his impending stroke one of these days.
"Hi!" Sehun chirps, his erection visible from how he's kneeling on the bed. Where, as he notices, he is also lying on at the moment. Naked. Oh.
"Gege, you were the dildo?" Tao asks, the delicacy of the situation lost on him and plows straight on to the not-so-main point.
The main issue now is not WHY he is suddenly orange dildo!Kris and not EXO daddy!Kris but HOW. As far as he knows, his lineage hasn't reported any history of being capable of transforming to inanimate objects, sex toy or otherwise.
"I'm-" Kris croaks, idly worried on how to handle his current predicament. He clears his throat. "I'm not sure what happened. I don't-" A brilliant idea pops up, "I can't remember anything." He makes himself sound confused. The maknaes aren't the only one who knew how to utilize their charms.
Sehun pouts, brows furrowing in disappointment.
Kris sees Tao spare Sehun a glance and the same chilling feel runs down his spine. But this time, it continues on straight to his groin. With the two sitting side by side and looking at him, Kris sees the exact moment their faces bring out the heavy artillery.
The dejected looks they are giving him are enough to make their managers' knees buckle. He stood no chance, his mind well on its way conjuring up all kinds of images he had previously thought.
"Look at that," Tao eyes his crotch appreciatively, pout morphing to a smirk in a second, "You can remember things after all."
Well, at least he has all his motor nerves intact and working this time. He'll get around to disciplining them soon.
Hopefully.
-
i have no shame
but no regrets still lol XD
soft r, taorishun
1960 wc
prompt: transformation (inanimate)
a/n: sort of a prequel to that wing prompt. ^^
It's not really bad to be honest. That is, if you're one of those overly optimistic kind of people that sees the bright side of things. Even if it turned out to be a headlight of a car about to run you over. It's unfortunate- the kind that deserves to be recognized, really, with a large FML stamp- that Kris belonged to the group of people that are willingly or not, wrapped around Tao's dainty little fingers.
"-waiian or the meaty kind? I'm not really sure what I want but I can eat a lot I think. Beef-ge said there are donuts too so I really wanted to go but Luhan-ge is somewhere, I don't know, and the dorms are empty so I came here dejected but then I found you and-"
"Tao."
The little brat doesn't even twitch. The rapid slew of more than passable Korean still pouring out in a steady flow. The urge to stretch his arms and maybe hit somebody in the process is getting stronger.
"-ew kind of Iron Man product out in store. Sehun and I will check it out soon because he's still busy with that thing with Chanye-"
"Tao." It's a pitch short for a proper scream.
"What?" Tao eyes him strangely, probably confused as to why somebody would dare to interrupt him so callously.
It may be appropriate to mention that while Tao has that rough kind of handsome, he is nothing but a ball of tantrum fairy inside all those piercings and strong gazes.
"Why are we wasting precious break minutes standing idly in here? If you need to rant, I think I saw Jongdae earlier in the hall." He envies that one for having the balls to withstand anything that the maknae line has to offer. Nobody, even Sehun with all his crinkled eyes and cute little aegyo that has most people bending over just for him, has succeeded.
"I don't want Chen-ge." Because he doesn't give you the time of the day, Kris adds. "I'm not really here to rant." Tao pouts and Kris feels a sudden chill running down his spine.
"What then?"
When Tao suddenly blinks a little faster than normal, teeth poking out to bite his lower lip, and shuffles a little closer, for the nth time, Kris resists another kind of urge. One of the fleeing variety kind.
"I need somebody."
"Somebody." Kris deadpans. "WHY?"
Tao fidgets.
It's never a good sign when Tao gets to that level of uncomfortable to warrant fidgeting. It usually leads to some embarrassing situations or even more embarrassing situations.
"Well."
"Well what."
"I need to go out. To the mall."
Kris grimaces out of sheer premonition. Tao hadn't had the time to go peruse the mall for a week. He shudders to think what kind of pent up energy Tao might hav-
Oh wait. Yeah, he can definitely imagine.
Kris grimaces some more.
"I'm sure," Kris starts to back away slowly, raising his hands to distract Tao from noticing his feet slowly but surely inching backwards, "Manager-ssi would gladly come with you-"
"But you're already here gege." Tao crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes. Kris feels the same spike of cold ice trailing down his spine. Damn.
"I heard some coordi-jiejies say they need to go to the mall!" If Kris' voice is slightly hysterical to his own ears then he's pretty positive it's just his imagination.
Tao scoffs before hooking an arm around Kris' biceps and dragging the unfortunate man towards the door.
"Perfect. You can buy me that jacket I saw last week. I'm not sure if it's still on stock but it's too expensive before right so probably it's still available and oh, I heard there was a new Guc-"
The door slams shut behind Kris.
-
"How did you get the van keys."
"Borrowed them from Manager-ge. Come on."
"How."
"Enough questions and more driving."
-
"What are you going to buy?"
"Toys."
-
This place.
When even one soul gets wind of this and SM finds out, the higher ups would probably rip their contracts apart and disassociate from them faster than anyone could say EXO. Being part of one of the best selling groups or not and having one of the largest fanbase, regardless.
It's not even the shady kind of place with drugs and people who look like they could probably snap necks like nobody's business, no. This place is the whole opposite. Bright lights and clear glass with lacy trimmings as design showcases three particular mannequin. Each mannequin wearing skimpy lingerie that looks like it would hurt in real life. And don't get him started on the little things that are artfully scattered on the floor of the display case.
Is that even legally allowed for display?
Apparently, when Tao says toys, it's not those hard little manufactured plastics that are displayed on the children's section on the mall. And Kris can really say he hadn't seen this coming whatever hint bombs may have been dropped.
"Tao," Kris hisses with the barest movement of his lips, "I thought you wanted toys."
Tao looks at him like he's lacking something in the head department. "I am buying toys."
Not those kinds of mall-friendly toys, oh no, rather it's those particularly-shaped hard plastics. A briefly scarring thought of whether it will be remote-controlled or not flits through his brain. Kris holds back a sob.
"Inside, now gege."
Unhelpful images burst forth in his mind. This is Tao. Tao. Maknae Tao. Yes, his brain deviously forms, you like maknaes don't you.
Kris wonders if the Korean Jesus ever made an off button for brain and where is it, please.
-
"Oh God."
"Blue or green?"
"God, why."
"It's just colors."
"Oh my God."
" I think the orange is nice."
"Dear Lord."
"This width is good. It's not too big right?"
"St-Sto-Stishdkshdbwhddjh."
"...Whatever. I'm checking out."
-
Kris flops down his bed, hitting his head on the corner of the hard-bound book he was reading before.
He basks in the pain and welcomes the blissful darkness.
-
Hot.
Was the first thing that came to mind when Kris woke up. Wet was the second and Tight was the third. And as his brain starts to relearn its most basic function, he realizes that these three certain words together does. Not. Bode. Well.
Kris tries to open his eyes but found that he can't. Nor can he move any part of his body. Panic attack is the mildest word to describe the feeling that rushes through him at that moment. He tries to rationalize even as his brain is in a flurry kind of state.
Okay, so his voluntary muscles don't work. Eyelids won't open, any part of his body won't even make the slightest capability of moving, even his tongue for fuck's sake.
But. He can feel.
Kris is certain that the paralyzing sensation wrapping his whole body is the most prominent cause of his suddenly unresponsive nerves and muscles. The tight, tight heat around him is-
"Mmm. Ahh..."
-very, very familiar.
Aw, shit.
But hey, at least his hearing still works.
-
Kris, because he possesses a brain after all no matter how limited its capabilities may be, has managed to deduce three very important things in the last hour or so. Despite his sudden handicap at that. Ha.
One: He is not himself at the moment. But Wu Yifan Jr. is certainly still his own self.
Two: He might be experiencing some kind of divine intervention from above. Or below. Most probably below.
Three: All of these, without a single doubt, is Tao's fault. Yes.
Ever since that Sehun accident that involves some hashtag and the mpreg category, he should've known never to fall for any maknae charms again. Especially EXO's maknae line.
Alas, he is but a human that is prone to errors and temptations.
Anyway, before Kris could contemplate the whole meaning of the universe and the futility of the struggle of the whole older line of EXO against certain evils personified, the feeling of being drenched from head to toe by a cold liquid substance registers in his brain.
And oh, what a familiar feeling that is.
Thank God for small miracles like not being able to smell or something.
"Hey."
He knows that voice. Fuck.
A moan and then, "Join me, Sehun?"
Double fuck.
"An orange dildo, really?"
"Shut up. Let's see you complain when I shove this thing up your ass."
Sehun keens. A high pitched moan that, so far, only Sehun has been able to produce.
The sound of a belt buckle falling to the floor has Kris swallowing down every last drop of his saliva in nervousness, anticipation and dread. Figuratively because he literally can't at the moment.
"Where's Kris-hyung?"
There's a beat of silence in which Tao may or may not have shrugged.
"But," Sehun groans and by the quality of his voice, Tao is probably doing something. "I saw you come back with him earlier though."
"He went straight to bed." Tao's voice is very breathy at this point. "And when I looked to ask him if he wanted to play, he's gone ahh..."
"Nnnnghh, more..."
Kris wanted to scream and chant FML out loud. He could be there goddammit. He could be there in person and disciplining them both!
"Wait, wait," Sehun instructs. "Pull your fingers out, hurry, I think I saw the dildo move on its own!"
"What?"
The feeling of being roughly manhandled and gripped tight, Kris finds outs, is really quite painful. But inappropriately stimulating.
"Hey look, there's somethi-"
He falls deaf and numb all of a sudden.
-
When Kris next regained his consciousness and involuntarily opened his eyes, his first thought was fuck. Then his brain kick starts and it finally sinks in that he can see.
See two young man staring at him. One milky skinned and missing his pants and the other bronzed skinned and unashamedly naked. He identifies the two of them being the source of his impending stroke one of these days.
"Hi!" Sehun chirps, his erection visible from how he's kneeling on the bed. Where, as he notices, he is also lying on at the moment. Naked. Oh.
"Gege, you were the dildo?" Tao asks, the delicacy of the situation lost on him and plows straight on to the not-so-main point.
The main issue now is not WHY he is suddenly orange dildo!Kris and not EXO daddy!Kris but HOW. As far as he knows, his lineage hasn't reported any history of being capable of transforming to inanimate objects, sex toy or otherwise.
"I'm-" Kris croaks, idly worried on how to handle his current predicament. He clears his throat. "I'm not sure what happened. I don't-" A brilliant idea pops up, "I can't remember anything." He makes himself sound confused. The maknaes aren't the only one who knew how to utilize their charms.
Sehun pouts, brows furrowing in disappointment.
Kris sees Tao spare Sehun a glance and the same chilling feel runs down his spine. But this time, it continues on straight to his groin. With the two sitting side by side and looking at him, Kris sees the exact moment their faces bring out the heavy artillery.
The dejected looks they are giving him are enough to make their managers' knees buckle. He stood no chance, his mind well on its way conjuring up all kinds of images he had previously thought.
"Look at that," Tao eyes his crotch appreciatively, pout morphing to a smirk in a second, "You can remember things after all."
Well, at least he has all his motor nerves intact and working this time. He'll get around to disciplining them soon.
Hopefully.
-
i have no shame
but no regrets still lol XD