[NC-17] to conquer a tower [EXO] (1/1)
Title: to conquer a tower
Author: airplanewishes
Fandom: EXO
Characters: Baekhyun/Chanyeol/D.O.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
WC: 1,550
Summary: Chanyeol is bored and gets more than he bargained for.
This was written for majestic_heaven and she's allowed me to post it here as well. :))
to conquer a tower
Chanyeol stomps into the living room, where Baekhyun and Kyungsoo are busy watching some of their past performances.
"I'm bored!" Chanyeol announces to the whole dorm, plopping down on the couch, in between the two.
Baekhyun studiously ignores him, eyes trained on the screen. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo's busy with writing down notes on his small notebook.
"I'M BORED!" Chanyeol repeats, looking at Baekhyun more specifically this time, a pout on his face.
"I'm busy, Chanyeol," Baekhyun says, glancing at him then turns his attention back to the TV. "It would do you well to review your performances too."
Chanyeol huffs and leans back on the couch, his arms crossed. But he decides that maybe Baekhyun is right (he usually is) and pays attention to the TV.
One of their MAMA performances in Music Bank is playing. It's Baekhyun's part and Chanyeol notes with interest (not for the first time) that eyeliner looks really good on Baekhyun. He also notes that Kyungsoo's neck veins pop out quite nicely whenever he sings those high notes.
He watches as Baekhyun does one of his hand movements and then flashes a smirk right to the camera, his eyes twinkling mischievously. And then there's Kyungsoo's part where he parts his plump lips to do his adlibs. Chanyeol clears his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" Kyungsoo asks, peering at him concernedly. "You look--"
"I'm fine," Chanyeol yelps. He shifts in his position on the couch, grabbing one of the throw pillows to cover his lap and...something else.
Kyungsoo pats his arm and stands up from the couch. "I'll get you something to eat," he says and leaves for the kitchen.
"Take your time," Baekhyun calls after him.
Once Kyungsoo was in the kitchen, Baekhyun reaches for the remote and increases the volume of the TV, until their speaking voices were practically drowned out.
Then Baekhyun climbs onto Chanyeol's lap, tossing the throw pillow to the floor.
"What--what are you doing?" Chanyeol gulps, his hands on Baekhyun's waist.
"I've started to get bored," Baekhyun says, grounding his hips down on Chanyeol's obvious discomfort.
Chanyeol grips Baekhyun's waist to stop any further movement. "Don't," he pleads, glancing at the doorway to the kitchen. "Not here."
"Yes here," Baekhyun insists, leaning closer until their lips were a breath away. "Or never."
Chanyeol leans forward and captures Baekhyun's lips with his own after a very quick decision. He'll care about the consequences later.
Baekhyun wraps his arms around Chanyeol's neck and pulls him impossibly closer. Chanyeol grunts at this and enjoys the feel of the sliding of their lips against each other; Chanyeol's chapped ones with Baekhyun's glossed ones.
Chanyeol's fingers graze the hem of Baekhyun's shirt until he couldn't take it anymore and just slides his hands underneath, caressing the smooth expanse of his lower back. Baekhyun mewls in agreement, fisting the hairs on the back of his head.
They keep at it for what feels like forever until Chanyeol feels Baekhyun's hands slide down to his chest and down to his crotch. The buttons of his jeans and zipper are undone in a second. He breathes in sharply when he feels Baekhyun's hand sliding inside his boxers. Grabbing the smaller male's wrist, he pulls away.
"I don't think--," he starts to say.
"What?" Baekhyun asks huskily. "Don't you want this?"
"What--I," Chanyeol clears his throat, "of course I do, but--."
"Or do you wants someone else's hand down there?" Baekhyun clearly asks, a smirk on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Chanyeol asks, confused.
He follows Baekhyun's gaze to where Kyungsoo's standing by the couch, hands holding onto a tray of sandwiches, while his eyes survey Baekhyun's hand practically down Chanyeol's boxers.
Chanyeol squeals like a girl and pushes Baekhyun off him. He doesn't like the feeling that he's just been caught making out with a band member, by Kyungsoo nonetheless, who is all sorts of proper and virtuous. He gets off the couch and pulls his zipper up, trying to sort himself out.
But then, suddenly, Kyungsoo's hand is on his wrist, tray of sandwiches forgotten on the living room table. Chanyeol holds his breath and Kyungsoo fully steps in front of him, taking all of his breathing space and slightly stands on tiptoe and meets his lips with his.
Chanyeol stills, not at all sure what was happening, before his mind kicks into gear at how Kyungsoo's lips feels so great on his. He puts his arms around his waist and pulls him closer, kissing him fully.
Shortly after, Chanyeol finds himself pressed against the wall, shirt unbuttoned, pants pooled on his ankles. He bangs his head on the wall as he sucks in a deep breath when he feels hands pulling his boxers down, freeing his restrained cock. He gasps even more sharply when a hand fits itself around it and starts to move it up and down.
"Do you like that?" Kyungsoo whispers. He feels the smirk on his lips as they continue to kiss.
Chanyeol groans because Kyungsoo's not so proper and virtuous after all. But, just then, blinks his eyes open because he realizes that both of Kyungsoo's hands are on his neck. He looks down and sees Baekhyun's mischievous smirk right back at him, his hand pleasuring him expertly. He lets out a guttural groan at this because, fuck, it's Kyungsoo AND Baekhyun with him at the same time.
"I--," Chanyeol tries to say something, tries to make his brain formulate coherent sentences.
"What do you want, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun asks this time. "Do you like this?" He pulls and twists at his cock, swiping a finger at the tip, smearing the pre-cum.
Chanyeol's hips twitch forward because /yes/ he does want that.
"Or do you want it to be my hand instead?" Kyungsoo asks as he slides his tongue on Chanyeol's lower lip, making him shiver.
"Or would you prefer this?" Baekhyun suggests before taking him into his mouth. Chanyeol lets out a scream because he's very much near the edge and nothing has even really happened yet, except for a few handjobs.
"What do you want, Chanyeol?" Kyungsoo demands, more urgently. "Do you want me?" he asks, lowering his hand down, trailing his neck to his chest and finally to his very hard member and giving it a squeeze, while Baekhyun's mouth is still on it.
"Or do you want me?" Baekhyun asks, licking a stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock.
Chanyeol lets out a guttural moan because how can he decided when his brain is going haywire from all that they were doing to him.
"Who do you want to make you come, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun's husky voice carries from below and Chanyeol feels like coming right then and there. And Baekhyun seems to know this because he takes him full onto his mouth and sucks.
Chanyeol bucks his hips, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels Kyungsoo licking his neck up and down, sucking kisses that he knows is going to leave marks that he would have to cover up.
He grabs Baekhyun's head, pulling at his hair, as Baekhyun continues on with his ministrations.
"Who is it, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun manages to ask in between sucks. "Kyungsoo or me?" He then opens up and very gently grazes his teeth on him.
That does it.
"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol screams in orgasm, his hips bucking as Baekhyun continues to keep him in his mouth, allowing him to ride it out fully.
Baekhyun smirks, wipes his mouth, as Chanyeol slides down the floor, a complete and leggy mess. Kyungsoo steps back and looks down at him as if admiring his handiwork.
Chanyeol looks up at both of them, now on their feet, and smiles sleepily and in a very well-fucked manner. "Guys, that was..."
Baekhyun turns to Kyungsoo and holds out his palm out to him. "I win," he declares with a very smug smile.
Kyungsoo scowls, taking out a couple of bills from his pocket. "You used the performance with you wearing eyeliner on it!" he accuses him.
Baekhyun snickers. "Not my fault you don't wear any eyeliner," he says.
"What's going on?!" Chanyeol blurts out. "Did you guys bet on me?!"
Baekhyun looks like he feels bad for a second before shrugging and smiling again. "I'd do anything for easy money around here," he says.
"Sorry, Chanyeol," Kyungsoo tells him, looking a tiny bit contrite. "We may have gotten caught up a bit, but we really do enjoy making fun of you."
Chanyeol gets up immediately and hurriedly dresses up, feeling exposed and violated at the same time. His face is red and he can't quite explain just how he feels at that moment.
"I don't--," he starts to sputter indignantly.
"I'm going to take a shower," Baekhyun announces, making his way back to his room. He stops in his tracks and turns to the other two, a smirk starting to form on his lips. "Do you two want to join me?"
Chanyeol opens his mouth to say no before Kyungsoo's hand grabs him and pulls him towards the bathroom.
"Of course we're in!" he says. He smiles at Chanyeol. "This time, all bets are off."
And Chanyeol just doesn't know what he's gotten himself into anymore.
Author's Notes:
1. I'm not entirely sure what this is. I've never written anything like this before, so I'm just hoping that it's even the tiniest bit enjoyable. LOL.
2. I'm sorry that the title has nothing to do with the story. Or does it? LOL.
3. Comments/Suggestions/Violent reactions are very welcome. :)
Author: airplanewishes
Fandom: EXO
Characters: Baekhyun/Chanyeol/D.O.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
WC: 1,550
Summary: Chanyeol is bored and gets more than he bargained for.
This was written for majestic_heaven and she's allowed me to post it here as well. :))
to conquer a tower
Chanyeol stomps into the living room, where Baekhyun and Kyungsoo are busy watching some of their past performances.
"I'm bored!" Chanyeol announces to the whole dorm, plopping down on the couch, in between the two.
Baekhyun studiously ignores him, eyes trained on the screen. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo's busy with writing down notes on his small notebook.
"I'M BORED!" Chanyeol repeats, looking at Baekhyun more specifically this time, a pout on his face.
"I'm busy, Chanyeol," Baekhyun says, glancing at him then turns his attention back to the TV. "It would do you well to review your performances too."
Chanyeol huffs and leans back on the couch, his arms crossed. But he decides that maybe Baekhyun is right (he usually is) and pays attention to the TV.
One of their MAMA performances in Music Bank is playing. It's Baekhyun's part and Chanyeol notes with interest (not for the first time) that eyeliner looks really good on Baekhyun. He also notes that Kyungsoo's neck veins pop out quite nicely whenever he sings those high notes.
He watches as Baekhyun does one of his hand movements and then flashes a smirk right to the camera, his eyes twinkling mischievously. And then there's Kyungsoo's part where he parts his plump lips to do his adlibs. Chanyeol clears his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" Kyungsoo asks, peering at him concernedly. "You look--"
"I'm fine," Chanyeol yelps. He shifts in his position on the couch, grabbing one of the throw pillows to cover his lap and...something else.
Kyungsoo pats his arm and stands up from the couch. "I'll get you something to eat," he says and leaves for the kitchen.
"Take your time," Baekhyun calls after him.
Once Kyungsoo was in the kitchen, Baekhyun reaches for the remote and increases the volume of the TV, until their speaking voices were practically drowned out.
Then Baekhyun climbs onto Chanyeol's lap, tossing the throw pillow to the floor.
"What--what are you doing?" Chanyeol gulps, his hands on Baekhyun's waist.
"I've started to get bored," Baekhyun says, grounding his hips down on Chanyeol's obvious discomfort.
Chanyeol grips Baekhyun's waist to stop any further movement. "Don't," he pleads, glancing at the doorway to the kitchen. "Not here."
"Yes here," Baekhyun insists, leaning closer until their lips were a breath away. "Or never."
Chanyeol leans forward and captures Baekhyun's lips with his own after a very quick decision. He'll care about the consequences later.
Baekhyun wraps his arms around Chanyeol's neck and pulls him impossibly closer. Chanyeol grunts at this and enjoys the feel of the sliding of their lips against each other; Chanyeol's chapped ones with Baekhyun's glossed ones.
Chanyeol's fingers graze the hem of Baekhyun's shirt until he couldn't take it anymore and just slides his hands underneath, caressing the smooth expanse of his lower back. Baekhyun mewls in agreement, fisting the hairs on the back of his head.
They keep at it for what feels like forever until Chanyeol feels Baekhyun's hands slide down to his chest and down to his crotch. The buttons of his jeans and zipper are undone in a second. He breathes in sharply when he feels Baekhyun's hand sliding inside his boxers. Grabbing the smaller male's wrist, he pulls away.
"I don't think--," he starts to say.
"What?" Baekhyun asks huskily. "Don't you want this?"
"What--I," Chanyeol clears his throat, "of course I do, but--."
"Or do you wants someone else's hand down there?" Baekhyun clearly asks, a smirk on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Chanyeol asks, confused.
He follows Baekhyun's gaze to where Kyungsoo's standing by the couch, hands holding onto a tray of sandwiches, while his eyes survey Baekhyun's hand practically down Chanyeol's boxers.
Chanyeol squeals like a girl and pushes Baekhyun off him. He doesn't like the feeling that he's just been caught making out with a band member, by Kyungsoo nonetheless, who is all sorts of proper and virtuous. He gets off the couch and pulls his zipper up, trying to sort himself out.
But then, suddenly, Kyungsoo's hand is on his wrist, tray of sandwiches forgotten on the living room table. Chanyeol holds his breath and Kyungsoo fully steps in front of him, taking all of his breathing space and slightly stands on tiptoe and meets his lips with his.
Chanyeol stills, not at all sure what was happening, before his mind kicks into gear at how Kyungsoo's lips feels so great on his. He puts his arms around his waist and pulls him closer, kissing him fully.
Shortly after, Chanyeol finds himself pressed against the wall, shirt unbuttoned, pants pooled on his ankles. He bangs his head on the wall as he sucks in a deep breath when he feels hands pulling his boxers down, freeing his restrained cock. He gasps even more sharply when a hand fits itself around it and starts to move it up and down.
"Do you like that?" Kyungsoo whispers. He feels the smirk on his lips as they continue to kiss.
Chanyeol groans because Kyungsoo's not so proper and virtuous after all. But, just then, blinks his eyes open because he realizes that both of Kyungsoo's hands are on his neck. He looks down and sees Baekhyun's mischievous smirk right back at him, his hand pleasuring him expertly. He lets out a guttural groan at this because, fuck, it's Kyungsoo AND Baekhyun with him at the same time.
"I--," Chanyeol tries to say something, tries to make his brain formulate coherent sentences.
"What do you want, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun asks this time. "Do you like this?" He pulls and twists at his cock, swiping a finger at the tip, smearing the pre-cum.
Chanyeol's hips twitch forward because /yes/ he does want that.
"Or do you want it to be my hand instead?" Kyungsoo asks as he slides his tongue on Chanyeol's lower lip, making him shiver.
"Or would you prefer this?" Baekhyun suggests before taking him into his mouth. Chanyeol lets out a scream because he's very much near the edge and nothing has even really happened yet, except for a few handjobs.
"What do you want, Chanyeol?" Kyungsoo demands, more urgently. "Do you want me?" he asks, lowering his hand down, trailing his neck to his chest and finally to his very hard member and giving it a squeeze, while Baekhyun's mouth is still on it.
"Or do you want me?" Baekhyun asks, licking a stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock.
Chanyeol lets out a guttural moan because how can he decided when his brain is going haywire from all that they were doing to him.
"Who do you want to make you come, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun's husky voice carries from below and Chanyeol feels like coming right then and there. And Baekhyun seems to know this because he takes him full onto his mouth and sucks.
Chanyeol bucks his hips, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels Kyungsoo licking his neck up and down, sucking kisses that he knows is going to leave marks that he would have to cover up.
He grabs Baekhyun's head, pulling at his hair, as Baekhyun continues on with his ministrations.
"Who is it, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun manages to ask in between sucks. "Kyungsoo or me?" He then opens up and very gently grazes his teeth on him.
That does it.
"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol screams in orgasm, his hips bucking as Baekhyun continues to keep him in his mouth, allowing him to ride it out fully.
Baekhyun smirks, wipes his mouth, as Chanyeol slides down the floor, a complete and leggy mess. Kyungsoo steps back and looks down at him as if admiring his handiwork.
Chanyeol looks up at both of them, now on their feet, and smiles sleepily and in a very well-fucked manner. "Guys, that was..."
Baekhyun turns to Kyungsoo and holds out his palm out to him. "I win," he declares with a very smug smile.
Kyungsoo scowls, taking out a couple of bills from his pocket. "You used the performance with you wearing eyeliner on it!" he accuses him.
Baekhyun snickers. "Not my fault you don't wear any eyeliner," he says.
"What's going on?!" Chanyeol blurts out. "Did you guys bet on me?!"
Baekhyun looks like he feels bad for a second before shrugging and smiling again. "I'd do anything for easy money around here," he says.
"Sorry, Chanyeol," Kyungsoo tells him, looking a tiny bit contrite. "We may have gotten caught up a bit, but we really do enjoy making fun of you."
Chanyeol gets up immediately and hurriedly dresses up, feeling exposed and violated at the same time. His face is red and he can't quite explain just how he feels at that moment.
"I don't--," he starts to sputter indignantly.
"I'm going to take a shower," Baekhyun announces, making his way back to his room. He stops in his tracks and turns to the other two, a smirk starting to form on his lips. "Do you two want to join me?"
Chanyeol opens his mouth to say no before Kyungsoo's hand grabs him and pulls him towards the bathroom.
"Of course we're in!" he says. He smiles at Chanyeol. "This time, all bets are off."
And Chanyeol just doesn't know what he's gotten himself into anymore.
Author's Notes:
1. I'm not entirely sure what this is. I've never written anything like this before, so I'm just hoping that it's even the tiniest bit enjoyable. LOL.
2. I'm sorry that the title has nothing to do with the story. Or does it? LOL.
3. Comments/Suggestions/Violent reactions are very welcome. :)