shut up, don't talk to me
shut up, don’t talk to me
baekhyun/chanyeol/d.o/sehun (mainly baeksoo); nc-17; 4210w
warnings: [CLICK FOR SPOILERS]dom!soo, bareback, blowjobs, narcissism?, fingering, dirty talk, brief mention of rimming
a/n: ksoo has recently been saying (demanding) that chanbaekhun should shut their mouths when they're around him. i just bought myself a one-way ticket to hell :-) and apparently i've developed a recent obsession for baeksoo
Kyungsoo is huddled in his bed facing away from the door, on the cusp of falling asleep when Chanyeol barges into their shared bedroom with Baekhyun and Sehun in tow, discussing what they should do on their rare day off tomorrow as he flicks on the lights. He shuts the door behind them, but it’s useless when he brought the noise in.
“Let’s go to Hongdae! I’m craving tteokbokki,” Chanyeol says in a voice too loud to be considered appropriate indoors. Kyungsoo slowly feels his blood pressure begin to rise at about the point when Chanyeol falls back onto his bed, a soft whoosh following his descent.
“I don’t understand how you continuously crave spicy food when eating mild ramyun makes you sweat.” Chanyeol shrugs as best as he can while laying down and Baekhyun sits beside him, Sehun flopping ungracefully at the foot of the bed.
“I want to go back to America. I could use a huge burger.” Sehun’s always thinking outside the box. And outside their price range.
“You know what other “huge” thing you could use? This di-”
Baekhyun starts singing something Ariana Grande and Sehun and Chanyeol squabble over what “huge” things the younger probably likes.
When Baekhyun reaches one of the falsettos and fails to execute them cleanly, in the end over exaggerating the notes, Kyungsoo snaps and breaks out of hiding.
“All I ask,” Kyungsoo shoves his blankets away to get on his feet and stride towards Chanyeol’s bed where the other three are seated. They look like deer caught in headlights. “Is for you guys to have enough common sense to shut the fuck up after midnight.” He glances at the clock sitting on his nightstand. 12:13 A.M.
Kyungsoo is clad in a white shirt and black boxer-briefs, face bare, and hair tousled from rolling back and forth on his pillow. He probably looks like the model image of childish innocence due to his small stature, but his brooding facial expression causes the trio to cower back and huddle into each other because they know how Kyungsoo is when he’s livid.
“Um, aha, sorry Soo. Didn’t see you there,” Chanyeol bravely replies. Really though, he should’ve chewed his words a couple times before spitting them out because those were the wrong words to say.
Baekhyun elbows the taller boy as inconspicuously as possible - smile too wide to be genuine - in hopes of relaying the message.
Kyungsoo Rule #1: Never. NEVER say anything that could be referring to Kyungsoo’s height or general smallness lest you want to find yourself waking up in a lion cage.
Sehun whimpers from the foot of Chanyeol’s bed. He wishes he texted his parents “I love you” before he started talking to Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Chanyeol gulps, “I mean- What I meant to say was-” His speech is cut short when Kyungsoo throws a hand over Chanyeol’s mouth and shoves him onto his back before he sits on the taller boy’s stomach.
“What is it about “shut the fuck up” that you don’t understand?” Kyungsoo’s voice stays surprisingly calm despite his forceful actions. Chanyeol doesn’t dare to move, only stares up at his friend with wide eyes. “Do you need me to teach you a lesson?”
Baekhyun tries his hardest to stifle a laugh because how can tiny Kyungsoo, the one who doesn’t stand a chance arm wrestling against Chanyeol, expect to beat him up-
Kyungsoo uses his free hand to tug his dick - normally this is where everyone would start screaming - out of the hole in his boxers and holy shit he’s thick.
Wait. Dick. Right.
“Um,” Sehun takes the words right out of Baekhyun’s mouth, mouth gaping open like a fish while he shamelessly stares at Kyungsoo’s hand lightly fisting over his limp cock.
Chanyeol’s eyes looks ready to fall out of their sockets when Kyungsoo crawls further up his torso until his crotch is hovering above Chanyeol’s face. Kyungsoo pulls his palm away from Chanyeol’s open mouth and thrusts forward, enough to get the tip of his reddening cock past Chanyeol’s pink lips. “Suck.”
This is all happening so fast, Baekhyun thinks he’s about to faint because his innocent, quiet little Kyungsoo isn’t so, well, innocent and quiet. Also, Sehun is gripping Baekhyun’s left arm like he wants to cut off his circulation.
Chanyeol seems to have lost the function to speak, gaze falling to Kyungsoo’s cock. He licks his lips because he doesn’t trust himself to be able to fit that thing in his mouth.
“We do this the easy way,” Kyungsoo’s soft voice breaks Chanyeol’s thoughts, then a hand runs through his hair, fisting the grey strands tight enough to barely hurt. He has never sounded more dangerous. “Or the hard way.”
Baekhyun watches, holding his breath, as Chanyeol hesitates for a few more seconds before he cranes his neck to suck the tip into his mouth, eyes scrunching closed. Kyungsoo doesn’t even flinch as he thrusts forward inch by inch, gradually testing Chanyeol’s limit. The taller boy’s lips are stretched impossibly tight around Kyungsoo’s girth, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes to express discomfort, but the moan he lets out when Kyungsoo reaches the back of his throat says otherwise.
Sehun is fidgeting beside Baekhyun and it takes every cell in his body to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. “Hyung,” Sehun whines in a whisper, causing Baekhyun to finally turn to him.
The maknae has a hand over his groin, trying to alleviate the pressure of his growing erection and Baekhyun decides fuck it. Fuck it because he feels like he’s on the edge of exploding due to his own fiery burn heading south. He lunges for Sehun’s mouth at the same time that Sehun rests a hand on Baekhyun’s waist.
They’re making out to the obscenely slick sounds coming from behind them when Kyungsoo breaks the verbal silence, “Did I say you two could move?” He sounds significantly more breathy now, hips stuttering in the wet heat of Chanyeol’s mouth. Chanyeol has long gotten used to Kyungsoo’s relentless thrusts, jaw gone slack and covered in the mix of spit and precum dribbling down the sides of his face.
Baekhyun detaches himself from Sehun nipping at his bottom lip, trying not to grind on the maknae as he waits for Kyungsoo to say more.
“Sehun, come here.” Apparently Kyungsoo has had enough of being blown if the soft pop of Chanyeol’s lips is anything to go by. Sehun obeys, shuffling toward his other hyung. “Strip,” Kyungsoo sounds so commanding and they all clearly know who’s in charge now, with Chanyeol panting and Baekhyun trembling from arousal as they listen to the rustle of Sehun’s clothes being thrown off.
Baekhyun’s too scared to move, but he wants so badly to turn over his shoulder and see, not just hear, Kyungsoo smack lips with the youngest of the bunch. He wants to see Sehun melt under Kyungsoo’s touch because apparently Kyungsoo has had plenty of experience kissing and using his tongue in the past judging by the way Sehun moans against Kyungsoo’s puffy lips.
Sehun breaks apart to tentatively tug at Kyungsoo’s shirt since he isn’t sure if he’s allowed, but he sighs when Kyungsoo pulls the stifling material over his head, throwing it somewhere along with his underwear.
“You and Chanyeol too.” Warm fingers close around Baekhyun’s nape and he shivers. It’s his most sensitive spot.
“Huh?” Baekhyun asks before he can think about it and Kyungsoo pinches the skin between his shoulder blades.
He leans closer, breathing into Baekhyun’s ear, “Get naked.”
Kyungsoo gets off the bed for a moment to open the drawers of his nightstand. Baekhyun and Chanyeol take this chance to hastily rip their clothes off, piling them up on the ground. All three of them don’t know what to do, shivering bare and blushing under the bright lights. Kyungsoo seems to be regarding the same thing, switching on a small lamp to replace the harsh illumination of the light bulb overhead with a warmer, orange glow. It doesn’t really lessen the embarrassment, but it’s easier on the eyes.
There’s a small, familiar bottle in Kyungsoo’s left hand and Baekhyun struggles to swallow. “Hands and knees.” He pushes Baekhyun forward so that he topples into the position Kyungsoo wants him to be in without a choice.
A click of the cap and Kyungsoo’s pouring some of the lube on Chanyeol’s fingers. “Prep him,” he nods in Sehun’s direction, who in turn sits back to rest against the headboard so he can spread his legs for Chanyeol to slide between. Honestly, Chanyeol and Sehun’s long limbs should be taking up maximum space on the twin sized bed, but they make it work somehow.
Baekhyun waits, bent over on his forearms, rhythmic breathing broken when Kyungsoo’s warmth envelops him from behind. He hears the telltale squelch of lube being squeezed out again. Baekhyun braces himself, but he certainly doesn’t expect Kyungsoo to rub his shoulder with the dry hand, whispering in a wrecked voice, “Tell me if it hurts.” He sounds extremely gentle under the raspiness, for the first time throughout this whole encounter.
Sehun groaning and knocking his head back against wood as Chanyeol fingers him becomes white noise when Kyungsoo carefully pushes a wet finger past Baekhyun’s rim. “Fuck.” His arms nearly give way, sending him face first into the sheets, when Kyungsoo slides in past the knuckle.
He thought Kyungsoo would be as rough as he was until this point, but instead, the younger boy is smoothing a hand over Baekhyun’s lower back, trying to soothe him into relaxing. “Just breathe.” Baekhyun does as he’s told, and he can’t help but imagine how Kyungsoo must look right now, staring at his clenching hole. It makes him blush from neck to chest.
One finger becomes two, becomes three and Kyungsoo slowly pumps them in and out, lightly scissoring them to adjust Baekhyun to the stretch. “You’re doing so well for me, Baekhyun.” Something about Kyungsoo’s constant disregard for the hyung that should come after Baekhyun’s name makes a flame spark within him and he moans loud and unabashed, finally collapsing when Kyungsoo crooks his fingers just so, grazing his prostate.
“Quiet. Don’t want the others to hear.” Kyungsoo’s fingers dig deeper, pressing more insistently, and Baekhyun gets a mouthful of cotton when he lets out a silent scream. He’s forgotten the whole reason why all of this started in the first place.
Baekhyun’s huffing into Chanyeol’s blanket when he hears whispers behind him, followed by someone crawling under him through his legs. He looks down and sees Sehun’s black hair.
Kyungsoo pulls out his fingers and Baekhyun keens at the loss. More lube and Kyungsoo’s fisting himself again, face contorting in pleasure because he’s been holding off for so long. Kyungsoo scoots forward on his knees, holding his hard cock up against Baekhyun’s fluttering hole. A hand clasps around Baekhyun’s erection and he nearly jumps out of his skin. He has an idea of where this is headed. “Wait, Soo-”
The slick head of Kyungsoo’s cock pushes through his rim simultaneously with Sehun taking Baekhyun into his hot hot hot mouth. Baekhyun bites his lips so hard that he’s surprised he isn’t bleeding yet.
Seconds turn into minutes and feel like hours as Kyungsoo gradually inches in until he’s completely filling Baekhyun up. The older boy doesn’t know how he’s still breathing because Kyungsoo’s thickness is stretching him to the border of pain and pleasure and Sehun’s tongue is running along the vein on the underside of his cock. As much as it burns, Baekhyun needs to know how well Kyungsoo plans on fucking him, needs him to-
“Fucking move,” Baekhyun grits out through clenched teeth. He tries to sound demanding, but it comes out like a weak request.
“Gladly.” Even Kyungsoo sounds choked, hands flying to grip onto Baekhyun’s hips before he pulls out until just the tip is inside and thrusts. Hard.
Baekhyun can’t stop the yell that tumbles out of his mouth, back bowing in a way that looks painful in order to push Kyungsoo deeper and Sehun closer. Chanyeol must’ve started fucking into Sehun too because the younger boy slides and shifts off of Baekhyun’s dick a little bit. Then Sehun moans deep and long around Baekhyun’s length, causing Baekhyun to tremble, eyes welling up with tears as Kyungsoo picks up speed inside him.
There’s no telling what’s right and left anymore and Baekhyun doesn’t even realize when Sehun moves out from under him to be dropped onto the space to his left, being fucked senseless by Chanyeol whose brows are furrowed, lips swollen from abuse. Chanyeol looks almost lost, his eyes losing focus in hazy lust despite staring straight at Sehun.
The air is far too hot and suffocating in the room, but the sweat rolling down their backs makes the slide much easier.
“Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo’s hands come off his hipbones, moving up to wrap arms around Baekhyun’s waist so he can pull the older boy up when he doesn’t respond.
Kyungsoo completely seats Baekhyun on his cock, halting movement as he lifts Baekhyun’s upper body off the mattress so his back sticks to Kyungsoo’s chest. Baekhyun whimpers, cheeks wet with tears when Kyungsoo leans close to his ear, “Listen to me.”
A hand grabs Baekhyun’s chin, whipping his face up so Baekhyun can spot himself in the mirror of the vanity a few feet in front of the bed they’re currently debauching. Baekhyun gasps, staring at his angry red cock curved and drooling precum on his stomach through the mirror. Then his eyes travel up to find Kyungsoo’s heavy lidded eyes boring holes into his reflection.
“Look at you. Falling apart so easily for me.” Baekhyun wiggles in Kyungsoo’s hold, trying to find friction again. Kyungsoo slaps his thigh lightly, successfully stopping Baekhyun’s inability to stay still. “But you’re never going to learn, are you?”
Chanyeol hyung. Fuck fuck fuck, shit. Harder, please. I’m gonna cum. Baekhyun thinks he’s never going to be able to look at their youngest member the same way again after tonight. The bed begins to creak when Chanyeol speeds up, skin slapping loudly against skin. Chanyeol’s eerily quiet when he’s pounding into someone, quite a contrast to his usual boisterous self.
“Learn what?” Baekhyun manages to croak out. God, their vocal instructor is gonna kill him if he sounds like this for the next week.
“How to stay quiet.” Kyungsoo releases one arm around Baekhyun’s waist to reach up and tuck sweaty bangs behind Baekhyun’s ear. Then it slides past his fringe to tug at the brown strands like he did before. “I was trying to sleep before you guys came in and woke me up.”
You don’t look so tired anymore, Baekhyun wants to say. That’s before Kyungsoo pulls Baekhyun’s head back in a way that bends his back further than it was earlier and adjusts the angle so that when Kyungsoo jerks his hips up, he slams into Baekhyun’s prostate dead on. His jaw drops and Baekhyun nearly drools, eyes squeezing shut as Kyungsoo pistons into him and repeatedly abuses that bundle of nerves, going more deeper than he is going faster.
“Promise me you’ll shut up unless it’s absolutely necessary that you share your stupid thoughts.” Baekhyun tries to nod, but he can only dig his nails into Kyungsoo’s forearm secured around his waist. “Open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror.”
Baekhyun weakly flutters his eyes open again, moaning wantonly as soon as he sees his frame jerking due to the force of Kyungsoo’s thrusts in the glass before him. Baekhyun runs his tongue over dried lips, biting them to release some of the tension. He wants to touch himself, but Kyungsoo probably won’t like that.
He rolls his eyes over to the left and sees Chanyeol bending Sehun in half, the younger boy’s legs resting over his shoulders as they both grunt and curse, getting close to release. He thinks he whispers something like fuck me and he wonders is Kyungsoo hears.
Kyungsoo does hear - even smirks - and in response he frees Baekhyun’s hair to clamp down on the base of Baekhyun’s aching cock, stunting his ability to find release. “No, Kyungsoo please. I have to-”
“Then beg for it.” Kyungsoo plants his feet firmly into the bed and really fucks Baekhyun with all that he has. The older boy’s knees start to slide across the sheets, burning red, but Baekhyun is so high strung at this point that he starts crying again because his body can’t take the stimulation anymore. He feels ready to burst at the seams, prostate being jammed over and over, ass clenching around Kyungsoo’s thick cock. His mouth is open, but he can’t find the words to say anything. “Come on, I know you can do it.”
Kyungsoo sounds breathy, voice like liquid velvet. Baekhyun spares a glance at the younger boy’s face through the mirror, growing smug at the crease between his brows, the lip tucked between his teeth in concentration.
Sehun shouts next to them, spurting white across his stomach and Chanyeol’s hips stutter through the pulsing around his cock, but neither Kyungsoo nor Baekhyun pay any mind.
The moment Baekhyun feels like he’s going to pass out from sensual overdrive, he twists around to kiss Kyungsoo. It’s a difficult task because he’s being shaken by Kyungsoo’s unrelenting thrusts, but it has the desired effect. Kyungsoo kisses Baekhyun back like he holds the air that Kyungsoo needs to survive and though Baekhyun’s lips feel raw, he lets Kyungsoo bite and suck on them to his heart’s content.
“Fuck me. Touch me. Let me cum.” Baekhyun barely moves his lips as he breathes these words against Kyungsoo’s soft mouth. He knows Kyungsoo hears him when the younger boy gasps. He weakly puts a hand around Kyungsoo’s gripped tight around his erection, urging him to pump him. “Please,” his voice cracks and Kyungsoo breaks.
Kyungsoo’s hips slap hard against Baekhyun’s ass, but it doesn’t hurt. Baekhyun turns to face his reflection again and mumbles slurred curses when the hand around his cock moves up and down, gradually matching the pace of Kyungsoo hips. Sehun’s fisting Chanyeol tightly, licking at the head to gather beads of precum on his tongue. Chanyeol’s face is contorted in a way that makes it seem like he’s getting the life sucked out of him.
A nail scratches against the underside of his now purpling cock and Baekhyun howls. He’s so close he can taste it. “Let go.” Two more pushes against his inner walls and Baekhyun’s spilling on the sheets. His vision turns white and he jerks in Kyungsoo’s hold, sobbing without tears. He’s never orgasmed so hard in his life.
Kyungsoo groans and buries his face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, pace growing erratic due to the mindblowing constriction around his cock until he finally pulses in release. Baekhyun cries out at the oversensitivity, feeling every throb of Kyungsoo cumming inside him. Sehun moans when Chanyeol holds his in place as he thrusts deeper and shoots his load down Sehun’s throat, forcing him to swallow. He looks apologetic once he comes down from his high, pulling out and licking hot into Sehun’s mouth despite tasting himself.
Baekhyun doesn’t know how much time passes before Kyungsoo pulls out of him. Baekhyun turns his head around to glance at the time - 12:41 A.M. - grimacing when he feels the spunk drip out of his hole and down his thighs. The kiss that Kyungsoo plants on his nape is sweet and distracting though.
“I hope you’ll all be less rowdy and ridiculous at ungodly hours of the day from now on.” Kyungsoo mumbles into Baekhyun’s skin, rubbing circles on his belly. Chanyeol chuckles, getting up and off his bed, mumbling about needing new sheets as he drags Sehun out for a shower. Baekhyun faintly prays that none of the other members are in the hallway when they stumble out the door butt naked and thoroughly fucked out. He doesn’t hear a scream before the water turns on, so he deems it safe.
“You haven’t exactly given me the best incentive to stop talking,” Baekhyun continues the lost conversation, hoping Kyungsoo picks up on it. “If you’re gonna treat me like this every time I bother you, I’m never going to stop.”
Kyungsoo laughs, lips searing a trail down his back. He smacks Baekhyun’s butt before he touches his feet to the ground, searching for tissues to clean themselves up. Baekhyun rolls over, easing onto his back to soothe the kinks from being bent in unnatural positions for so long.
When Kyungsoo finishes cleaning them up as best as he can, he pulls Baekhyun up by his noodle arms - he’s terribly lethargic and weak now that it’s all over - and drags him over to his own bed. They snuggle under the blankets despite Baekhyun’s mumbling about wanting to shower, Kyungsoo spooning him from behind. It’s kind of weird to see Kyungsoo’s soft side - Baekhyun never would’ve guessed that he’s a post-sex cuddler, but neither would he have believed Kyungsoo had a dominant side - after such crazy, intense sex, but Baekhyun isn’t complaining.
“On the bright side, I won’t be calling you tiny or weak anymore. You’ve got stuff packing if you know what I mean-”
Baekhyun squeaks when Kyungsoo pinches his nipple. “Go to sleep. You’re still annoying.”
Legs tangle with his and an arm gets thrown over his side. Kyungsoo brushes his lips against the crown of Baekhyun’s head one last time before they fall asleep.
It must’ve been a dream. A beautiful, yet traumatizing, wet dream. Baekhyun rubs his eyes and attempts to sit up. He’s stopped short by a sharp twinge of pain in his bottom and can’t shake the feeling of being sticky and sore. Okay then, not a dream.
Someone mumbles sleepily beside him and Baekhyun lays back down, smiling when he sees Kyungsoo’s grumpy sleeping face. He looks terrifying even in a moment when people are generally their most vulnerable. “Keep staring at me and I’ll tie you to the bedpost.”
Baekhyun snorts, fingers flying to play with Kyungsoo’s ears. “Kinky.”
Kyungsoo blindly sways his hand around to slap Baekhyun’s face and his lips twitch when Baekhyun curses upon contact. They stay like that for a few more minutes until the sun creeping through the curtains becomes too much for them to ignore. They can’t bother washing up just yet because their stomachs are growling so they walk out (Baekhyun limps. Badly.) hand in hand in their rumpled sleep clothes to the kitchen where the rest of the group is seated eating breakfast.
Chanyeol and Sehun sit on opposite ends of the dining table and both snap their heads down to stare into the depths of their cereal when Kyungsoo walks in. It looks like they won’t be talking out of place anytime soon.
Kyungsoo immediately goes for the coffee machine, unaware of the six other pairs of eyes on his back when he reaches up in the cupboards for a mug. Baekhyun tries not to blush when he pushes Tao to slide over a bit in his chair and let him sit. Except that backfires when the pain in his ass doubles, so he ends up standing awkwardly, grabbing a red bean bun to nibble on.
Kyungsoo rejoins Baekhyun, standing close enough to share body warmth as he sips on his coffee. He looks indifferent even when Joonmyun clears his throat. “Jongin couldn’t go into your guys’ room last night because…” He waves a hand at Kyungsoo and Baekhyun for lack of anything better to say.
“Sorry,” Kyungsoo mumbles and Jongin shakes his head, like he thinks he should be the one apologizing to the older boy.
Minseok snorts, whispering an explanation to Yixing and Tao who just look puzzled. They came home late - early in the morning? - last night, long after Kyungsoo and Baekhyun fell asleep, so they’re clueless. Tao quickly turns red and Yixing just laughs. Jongdae stares at Kyungsoo like he can’t believe his little friend could be such a monster behind closed doors.
When breakfast is finished, or as finished as it could be in the awkward silence, Kyungsoo drops his empty mug in the sink and announces his leave for the bathroom to shower. Baekhyun doesn’t show any sign of going with him, but he straightens up like a rod when Kyungsoo places a hand on his nape, lightly pulling at the lower strands of his messy brown hair. “Come with?”
Baekhyun doesn’t really have a choice. Did he ever?
“Since you taught me a lesson last night, can I teach you something right now?” Baekhyun asks innocently.
Kyungsoo squints, fingers massaging Baekhyun’s neck on their way to the bath. “What?”
Baekhyun waits until they’re in the bathroom, door locked, for him to crowd Kyungsoo against the sink top and whisper with his wrecked voice, “How to be loud.”
The water rushing out of the shower head does little to mask Kyungsoo’s cries when Baekhyun rims him.
baekhyun/chanyeol/d.o/sehun (mainly baeksoo); nc-17; 4210w
warnings: [CLICK FOR SPOILERS]dom!soo, bareback, blowjobs, narcissism?, fingering, dirty talk, brief mention of rimming
a/n: ksoo has recently been saying (demanding) that chanbaekhun should shut their mouths when they're around him. i just bought myself a one-way ticket to hell :-) and apparently i've developed a recent obsession for baeksoo
Kyungsoo is huddled in his bed facing away from the door, on the cusp of falling asleep when Chanyeol barges into their shared bedroom with Baekhyun and Sehun in tow, discussing what they should do on their rare day off tomorrow as he flicks on the lights. He shuts the door behind them, but it’s useless when he brought the noise in.
“Let’s go to Hongdae! I’m craving tteokbokki,” Chanyeol says in a voice too loud to be considered appropriate indoors. Kyungsoo slowly feels his blood pressure begin to rise at about the point when Chanyeol falls back onto his bed, a soft whoosh following his descent.
“I don’t understand how you continuously crave spicy food when eating mild ramyun makes you sweat.” Chanyeol shrugs as best as he can while laying down and Baekhyun sits beside him, Sehun flopping ungracefully at the foot of the bed.
“I want to go back to America. I could use a huge burger.” Sehun’s always thinking outside the box. And outside their price range.
“You know what other “huge” thing you could use? This di-”
Baekhyun starts singing something Ariana Grande and Sehun and Chanyeol squabble over what “huge” things the younger probably likes.
When Baekhyun reaches one of the falsettos and fails to execute them cleanly, in the end over exaggerating the notes, Kyungsoo snaps and breaks out of hiding.
“All I ask,” Kyungsoo shoves his blankets away to get on his feet and stride towards Chanyeol’s bed where the other three are seated. They look like deer caught in headlights. “Is for you guys to have enough common sense to shut the fuck up after midnight.” He glances at the clock sitting on his nightstand. 12:13 A.M.
Kyungsoo is clad in a white shirt and black boxer-briefs, face bare, and hair tousled from rolling back and forth on his pillow. He probably looks like the model image of childish innocence due to his small stature, but his brooding facial expression causes the trio to cower back and huddle into each other because they know how Kyungsoo is when he’s livid.
“Um, aha, sorry Soo. Didn’t see you there,” Chanyeol bravely replies. Really though, he should’ve chewed his words a couple times before spitting them out because those were the wrong words to say.
Baekhyun elbows the taller boy as inconspicuously as possible - smile too wide to be genuine - in hopes of relaying the message.
Kyungsoo Rule #1: Never. NEVER say anything that could be referring to Kyungsoo’s height or general smallness lest you want to find yourself waking up in a lion cage.
Sehun whimpers from the foot of Chanyeol’s bed. He wishes he texted his parents “I love you” before he started talking to Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Chanyeol gulps, “I mean- What I meant to say was-” His speech is cut short when Kyungsoo throws a hand over Chanyeol’s mouth and shoves him onto his back before he sits on the taller boy’s stomach.
“What is it about “shut the fuck up” that you don’t understand?” Kyungsoo’s voice stays surprisingly calm despite his forceful actions. Chanyeol doesn’t dare to move, only stares up at his friend with wide eyes. “Do you need me to teach you a lesson?”
Baekhyun tries his hardest to stifle a laugh because how can tiny Kyungsoo, the one who doesn’t stand a chance arm wrestling against Chanyeol, expect to beat him up-
Kyungsoo uses his free hand to tug his dick - normally this is where everyone would start screaming - out of the hole in his boxers and holy shit he’s thick.
Wait. Dick. Right.
“Um,” Sehun takes the words right out of Baekhyun’s mouth, mouth gaping open like a fish while he shamelessly stares at Kyungsoo’s hand lightly fisting over his limp cock.
Chanyeol’s eyes looks ready to fall out of their sockets when Kyungsoo crawls further up his torso until his crotch is hovering above Chanyeol’s face. Kyungsoo pulls his palm away from Chanyeol’s open mouth and thrusts forward, enough to get the tip of his reddening cock past Chanyeol’s pink lips. “Suck.”
This is all happening so fast, Baekhyun thinks he’s about to faint because his innocent, quiet little Kyungsoo isn’t so, well, innocent and quiet. Also, Sehun is gripping Baekhyun’s left arm like he wants to cut off his circulation.
Chanyeol seems to have lost the function to speak, gaze falling to Kyungsoo’s cock. He licks his lips because he doesn’t trust himself to be able to fit that thing in his mouth.
“We do this the easy way,” Kyungsoo’s soft voice breaks Chanyeol’s thoughts, then a hand runs through his hair, fisting the grey strands tight enough to barely hurt. He has never sounded more dangerous. “Or the hard way.”
Baekhyun watches, holding his breath, as Chanyeol hesitates for a few more seconds before he cranes his neck to suck the tip into his mouth, eyes scrunching closed. Kyungsoo doesn’t even flinch as he thrusts forward inch by inch, gradually testing Chanyeol’s limit. The taller boy’s lips are stretched impossibly tight around Kyungsoo’s girth, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes to express discomfort, but the moan he lets out when Kyungsoo reaches the back of his throat says otherwise.
Sehun is fidgeting beside Baekhyun and it takes every cell in his body to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. “Hyung,” Sehun whines in a whisper, causing Baekhyun to finally turn to him.
The maknae has a hand over his groin, trying to alleviate the pressure of his growing erection and Baekhyun decides fuck it. Fuck it because he feels like he’s on the edge of exploding due to his own fiery burn heading south. He lunges for Sehun’s mouth at the same time that Sehun rests a hand on Baekhyun’s waist.
They’re making out to the obscenely slick sounds coming from behind them when Kyungsoo breaks the verbal silence, “Did I say you two could move?” He sounds significantly more breathy now, hips stuttering in the wet heat of Chanyeol’s mouth. Chanyeol has long gotten used to Kyungsoo’s relentless thrusts, jaw gone slack and covered in the mix of spit and precum dribbling down the sides of his face.
Baekhyun detaches himself from Sehun nipping at his bottom lip, trying not to grind on the maknae as he waits for Kyungsoo to say more.
“Sehun, come here.” Apparently Kyungsoo has had enough of being blown if the soft pop of Chanyeol’s lips is anything to go by. Sehun obeys, shuffling toward his other hyung. “Strip,” Kyungsoo sounds so commanding and they all clearly know who’s in charge now, with Chanyeol panting and Baekhyun trembling from arousal as they listen to the rustle of Sehun’s clothes being thrown off.
Baekhyun’s too scared to move, but he wants so badly to turn over his shoulder and see, not just hear, Kyungsoo smack lips with the youngest of the bunch. He wants to see Sehun melt under Kyungsoo’s touch because apparently Kyungsoo has had plenty of experience kissing and using his tongue in the past judging by the way Sehun moans against Kyungsoo’s puffy lips.
Sehun breaks apart to tentatively tug at Kyungsoo’s shirt since he isn’t sure if he’s allowed, but he sighs when Kyungsoo pulls the stifling material over his head, throwing it somewhere along with his underwear.
“You and Chanyeol too.” Warm fingers close around Baekhyun’s nape and he shivers. It’s his most sensitive spot.
“Huh?” Baekhyun asks before he can think about it and Kyungsoo pinches the skin between his shoulder blades.
He leans closer, breathing into Baekhyun’s ear, “Get naked.”
Kyungsoo gets off the bed for a moment to open the drawers of his nightstand. Baekhyun and Chanyeol take this chance to hastily rip their clothes off, piling them up on the ground. All three of them don’t know what to do, shivering bare and blushing under the bright lights. Kyungsoo seems to be regarding the same thing, switching on a small lamp to replace the harsh illumination of the light bulb overhead with a warmer, orange glow. It doesn’t really lessen the embarrassment, but it’s easier on the eyes.
There’s a small, familiar bottle in Kyungsoo’s left hand and Baekhyun struggles to swallow. “Hands and knees.” He pushes Baekhyun forward so that he topples into the position Kyungsoo wants him to be in without a choice.
A click of the cap and Kyungsoo’s pouring some of the lube on Chanyeol’s fingers. “Prep him,” he nods in Sehun’s direction, who in turn sits back to rest against the headboard so he can spread his legs for Chanyeol to slide between. Honestly, Chanyeol and Sehun’s long limbs should be taking up maximum space on the twin sized bed, but they make it work somehow.
Baekhyun waits, bent over on his forearms, rhythmic breathing broken when Kyungsoo’s warmth envelops him from behind. He hears the telltale squelch of lube being squeezed out again. Baekhyun braces himself, but he certainly doesn’t expect Kyungsoo to rub his shoulder with the dry hand, whispering in a wrecked voice, “Tell me if it hurts.” He sounds extremely gentle under the raspiness, for the first time throughout this whole encounter.
Sehun groaning and knocking his head back against wood as Chanyeol fingers him becomes white noise when Kyungsoo carefully pushes a wet finger past Baekhyun’s rim. “Fuck.” His arms nearly give way, sending him face first into the sheets, when Kyungsoo slides in past the knuckle.
He thought Kyungsoo would be as rough as he was until this point, but instead, the younger boy is smoothing a hand over Baekhyun’s lower back, trying to soothe him into relaxing. “Just breathe.” Baekhyun does as he’s told, and he can’t help but imagine how Kyungsoo must look right now, staring at his clenching hole. It makes him blush from neck to chest.
One finger becomes two, becomes three and Kyungsoo slowly pumps them in and out, lightly scissoring them to adjust Baekhyun to the stretch. “You’re doing so well for me, Baekhyun.” Something about Kyungsoo’s constant disregard for the hyung that should come after Baekhyun’s name makes a flame spark within him and he moans loud and unabashed, finally collapsing when Kyungsoo crooks his fingers just so, grazing his prostate.
“Quiet. Don’t want the others to hear.” Kyungsoo’s fingers dig deeper, pressing more insistently, and Baekhyun gets a mouthful of cotton when he lets out a silent scream. He’s forgotten the whole reason why all of this started in the first place.
Baekhyun’s huffing into Chanyeol’s blanket when he hears whispers behind him, followed by someone crawling under him through his legs. He looks down and sees Sehun’s black hair.
Kyungsoo pulls out his fingers and Baekhyun keens at the loss. More lube and Kyungsoo’s fisting himself again, face contorting in pleasure because he’s been holding off for so long. Kyungsoo scoots forward on his knees, holding his hard cock up against Baekhyun’s fluttering hole. A hand clasps around Baekhyun’s erection and he nearly jumps out of his skin. He has an idea of where this is headed. “Wait, Soo-”
The slick head of Kyungsoo’s cock pushes through his rim simultaneously with Sehun taking Baekhyun into his hot hot hot mouth. Baekhyun bites his lips so hard that he’s surprised he isn’t bleeding yet.
Seconds turn into minutes and feel like hours as Kyungsoo gradually inches in until he’s completely filling Baekhyun up. The older boy doesn’t know how he’s still breathing because Kyungsoo’s thickness is stretching him to the border of pain and pleasure and Sehun’s tongue is running along the vein on the underside of his cock. As much as it burns, Baekhyun needs to know how well Kyungsoo plans on fucking him, needs him to-
“Fucking move,” Baekhyun grits out through clenched teeth. He tries to sound demanding, but it comes out like a weak request.
“Gladly.” Even Kyungsoo sounds choked, hands flying to grip onto Baekhyun’s hips before he pulls out until just the tip is inside and thrusts. Hard.
Baekhyun can’t stop the yell that tumbles out of his mouth, back bowing in a way that looks painful in order to push Kyungsoo deeper and Sehun closer. Chanyeol must’ve started fucking into Sehun too because the younger boy slides and shifts off of Baekhyun’s dick a little bit. Then Sehun moans deep and long around Baekhyun’s length, causing Baekhyun to tremble, eyes welling up with tears as Kyungsoo picks up speed inside him.
There’s no telling what’s right and left anymore and Baekhyun doesn’t even realize when Sehun moves out from under him to be dropped onto the space to his left, being fucked senseless by Chanyeol whose brows are furrowed, lips swollen from abuse. Chanyeol looks almost lost, his eyes losing focus in hazy lust despite staring straight at Sehun.
The air is far too hot and suffocating in the room, but the sweat rolling down their backs makes the slide much easier.
“Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo’s hands come off his hipbones, moving up to wrap arms around Baekhyun’s waist so he can pull the older boy up when he doesn’t respond.
Kyungsoo completely seats Baekhyun on his cock, halting movement as he lifts Baekhyun’s upper body off the mattress so his back sticks to Kyungsoo’s chest. Baekhyun whimpers, cheeks wet with tears when Kyungsoo leans close to his ear, “Listen to me.”
A hand grabs Baekhyun’s chin, whipping his face up so Baekhyun can spot himself in the mirror of the vanity a few feet in front of the bed they’re currently debauching. Baekhyun gasps, staring at his angry red cock curved and drooling precum on his stomach through the mirror. Then his eyes travel up to find Kyungsoo’s heavy lidded eyes boring holes into his reflection.
“Look at you. Falling apart so easily for me.” Baekhyun wiggles in Kyungsoo’s hold, trying to find friction again. Kyungsoo slaps his thigh lightly, successfully stopping Baekhyun’s inability to stay still. “But you’re never going to learn, are you?”
Chanyeol hyung. Fuck fuck fuck, shit. Harder, please. I’m gonna cum. Baekhyun thinks he’s never going to be able to look at their youngest member the same way again after tonight. The bed begins to creak when Chanyeol speeds up, skin slapping loudly against skin. Chanyeol’s eerily quiet when he’s pounding into someone, quite a contrast to his usual boisterous self.
“Learn what?” Baekhyun manages to croak out. God, their vocal instructor is gonna kill him if he sounds like this for the next week.
“How to stay quiet.” Kyungsoo releases one arm around Baekhyun’s waist to reach up and tuck sweaty bangs behind Baekhyun’s ear. Then it slides past his fringe to tug at the brown strands like he did before. “I was trying to sleep before you guys came in and woke me up.”
You don’t look so tired anymore, Baekhyun wants to say. That’s before Kyungsoo pulls Baekhyun’s head back in a way that bends his back further than it was earlier and adjusts the angle so that when Kyungsoo jerks his hips up, he slams into Baekhyun’s prostate dead on. His jaw drops and Baekhyun nearly drools, eyes squeezing shut as Kyungsoo pistons into him and repeatedly abuses that bundle of nerves, going more deeper than he is going faster.
“Promise me you’ll shut up unless it’s absolutely necessary that you share your stupid thoughts.” Baekhyun tries to nod, but he can only dig his nails into Kyungsoo’s forearm secured around his waist. “Open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror.”
Baekhyun weakly flutters his eyes open again, moaning wantonly as soon as he sees his frame jerking due to the force of Kyungsoo’s thrusts in the glass before him. Baekhyun runs his tongue over dried lips, biting them to release some of the tension. He wants to touch himself, but Kyungsoo probably won’t like that.
He rolls his eyes over to the left and sees Chanyeol bending Sehun in half, the younger boy’s legs resting over his shoulders as they both grunt and curse, getting close to release. He thinks he whispers something like fuck me and he wonders is Kyungsoo hears.
Kyungsoo does hear - even smirks - and in response he frees Baekhyun’s hair to clamp down on the base of Baekhyun’s aching cock, stunting his ability to find release. “No, Kyungsoo please. I have to-”
“Then beg for it.” Kyungsoo plants his feet firmly into the bed and really fucks Baekhyun with all that he has. The older boy’s knees start to slide across the sheets, burning red, but Baekhyun is so high strung at this point that he starts crying again because his body can’t take the stimulation anymore. He feels ready to burst at the seams, prostate being jammed over and over, ass clenching around Kyungsoo’s thick cock. His mouth is open, but he can’t find the words to say anything. “Come on, I know you can do it.”
Kyungsoo sounds breathy, voice like liquid velvet. Baekhyun spares a glance at the younger boy’s face through the mirror, growing smug at the crease between his brows, the lip tucked between his teeth in concentration.
Sehun shouts next to them, spurting white across his stomach and Chanyeol’s hips stutter through the pulsing around his cock, but neither Kyungsoo nor Baekhyun pay any mind.
The moment Baekhyun feels like he’s going to pass out from sensual overdrive, he twists around to kiss Kyungsoo. It’s a difficult task because he’s being shaken by Kyungsoo’s unrelenting thrusts, but it has the desired effect. Kyungsoo kisses Baekhyun back like he holds the air that Kyungsoo needs to survive and though Baekhyun’s lips feel raw, he lets Kyungsoo bite and suck on them to his heart’s content.
“Fuck me. Touch me. Let me cum.” Baekhyun barely moves his lips as he breathes these words against Kyungsoo’s soft mouth. He knows Kyungsoo hears him when the younger boy gasps. He weakly puts a hand around Kyungsoo’s gripped tight around his erection, urging him to pump him. “Please,” his voice cracks and Kyungsoo breaks.
Kyungsoo’s hips slap hard against Baekhyun’s ass, but it doesn’t hurt. Baekhyun turns to face his reflection again and mumbles slurred curses when the hand around his cock moves up and down, gradually matching the pace of Kyungsoo hips. Sehun’s fisting Chanyeol tightly, licking at the head to gather beads of precum on his tongue. Chanyeol’s face is contorted in a way that makes it seem like he’s getting the life sucked out of him.
A nail scratches against the underside of his now purpling cock and Baekhyun howls. He’s so close he can taste it. “Let go.” Two more pushes against his inner walls and Baekhyun’s spilling on the sheets. His vision turns white and he jerks in Kyungsoo’s hold, sobbing without tears. He’s never orgasmed so hard in his life.
Kyungsoo groans and buries his face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, pace growing erratic due to the mindblowing constriction around his cock until he finally pulses in release. Baekhyun cries out at the oversensitivity, feeling every throb of Kyungsoo cumming inside him. Sehun moans when Chanyeol holds his in place as he thrusts deeper and shoots his load down Sehun’s throat, forcing him to swallow. He looks apologetic once he comes down from his high, pulling out and licking hot into Sehun’s mouth despite tasting himself.
Baekhyun doesn’t know how much time passes before Kyungsoo pulls out of him. Baekhyun turns his head around to glance at the time - 12:41 A.M. - grimacing when he feels the spunk drip out of his hole and down his thighs. The kiss that Kyungsoo plants on his nape is sweet and distracting though.
“I hope you’ll all be less rowdy and ridiculous at ungodly hours of the day from now on.” Kyungsoo mumbles into Baekhyun’s skin, rubbing circles on his belly. Chanyeol chuckles, getting up and off his bed, mumbling about needing new sheets as he drags Sehun out for a shower. Baekhyun faintly prays that none of the other members are in the hallway when they stumble out the door butt naked and thoroughly fucked out. He doesn’t hear a scream before the water turns on, so he deems it safe.
“You haven’t exactly given me the best incentive to stop talking,” Baekhyun continues the lost conversation, hoping Kyungsoo picks up on it. “If you’re gonna treat me like this every time I bother you, I’m never going to stop.”
Kyungsoo laughs, lips searing a trail down his back. He smacks Baekhyun’s butt before he touches his feet to the ground, searching for tissues to clean themselves up. Baekhyun rolls over, easing onto his back to soothe the kinks from being bent in unnatural positions for so long.
When Kyungsoo finishes cleaning them up as best as he can, he pulls Baekhyun up by his noodle arms - he’s terribly lethargic and weak now that it’s all over - and drags him over to his own bed. They snuggle under the blankets despite Baekhyun’s mumbling about wanting to shower, Kyungsoo spooning him from behind. It’s kind of weird to see Kyungsoo’s soft side - Baekhyun never would’ve guessed that he’s a post-sex cuddler, but neither would he have believed Kyungsoo had a dominant side - after such crazy, intense sex, but Baekhyun isn’t complaining.
“On the bright side, I won’t be calling you tiny or weak anymore. You’ve got stuff packing if you know what I mean-”
Baekhyun squeaks when Kyungsoo pinches his nipple. “Go to sleep. You’re still annoying.”
Legs tangle with his and an arm gets thrown over his side. Kyungsoo brushes his lips against the crown of Baekhyun’s head one last time before they fall asleep.
It must’ve been a dream. A beautiful, yet traumatizing, wet dream. Baekhyun rubs his eyes and attempts to sit up. He’s stopped short by a sharp twinge of pain in his bottom and can’t shake the feeling of being sticky and sore. Okay then, not a dream.
Someone mumbles sleepily beside him and Baekhyun lays back down, smiling when he sees Kyungsoo’s grumpy sleeping face. He looks terrifying even in a moment when people are generally their most vulnerable. “Keep staring at me and I’ll tie you to the bedpost.”
Baekhyun snorts, fingers flying to play with Kyungsoo’s ears. “Kinky.”
Kyungsoo blindly sways his hand around to slap Baekhyun’s face and his lips twitch when Baekhyun curses upon contact. They stay like that for a few more minutes until the sun creeping through the curtains becomes too much for them to ignore. They can’t bother washing up just yet because their stomachs are growling so they walk out (Baekhyun limps. Badly.) hand in hand in their rumpled sleep clothes to the kitchen where the rest of the group is seated eating breakfast.
Chanyeol and Sehun sit on opposite ends of the dining table and both snap their heads down to stare into the depths of their cereal when Kyungsoo walks in. It looks like they won’t be talking out of place anytime soon.
Kyungsoo immediately goes for the coffee machine, unaware of the six other pairs of eyes on his back when he reaches up in the cupboards for a mug. Baekhyun tries not to blush when he pushes Tao to slide over a bit in his chair and let him sit. Except that backfires when the pain in his ass doubles, so he ends up standing awkwardly, grabbing a red bean bun to nibble on.
Kyungsoo rejoins Baekhyun, standing close enough to share body warmth as he sips on his coffee. He looks indifferent even when Joonmyun clears his throat. “Jongin couldn’t go into your guys’ room last night because…” He waves a hand at Kyungsoo and Baekhyun for lack of anything better to say.
“Sorry,” Kyungsoo mumbles and Jongin shakes his head, like he thinks he should be the one apologizing to the older boy.
Minseok snorts, whispering an explanation to Yixing and Tao who just look puzzled. They came home late - early in the morning? - last night, long after Kyungsoo and Baekhyun fell asleep, so they’re clueless. Tao quickly turns red and Yixing just laughs. Jongdae stares at Kyungsoo like he can’t believe his little friend could be such a monster behind closed doors.
When breakfast is finished, or as finished as it could be in the awkward silence, Kyungsoo drops his empty mug in the sink and announces his leave for the bathroom to shower. Baekhyun doesn’t show any sign of going with him, but he straightens up like a rod when Kyungsoo places a hand on his nape, lightly pulling at the lower strands of his messy brown hair. “Come with?”
Baekhyun doesn’t really have a choice. Did he ever?
“Since you taught me a lesson last night, can I teach you something right now?” Baekhyun asks innocently.
Kyungsoo squints, fingers massaging Baekhyun’s neck on their way to the bath. “What?”
Baekhyun waits until they’re in the bathroom, door locked, for him to crowd Kyungsoo against the sink top and whisper with his wrecked voice, “How to be loud.”
The water rushing out of the shower head does little to mask Kyungsoo’s cries when Baekhyun rims him.