post #27
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
He’s barely two step into the bathroom when he feels someone push him inside, the door slamming shut but he barely registers it as hands grip his elbows, and someone’s pinning him against the wall.
“What was that, huh?” Kris is standing before him, face twisted into something like rage and confusion as he stares down at Baekhyun. “You think this is a joke?”
“Yeah, it’s fucking hilarious,” Baekhyun grits out. Seeing Kris like this, eyes flickering angrily over his face and breath coming out too fast to be normal, doesn’t surprise him; perhaps he expected this to happen, wanted it to happen. “You should’ve seen your face -”
Kris pulls away and drags Baekhyun along with him. He shoves him into one of the vacant stalls, and it hits Baekhyun then how empty the restroom is. The stall door closes with enough force to rattle the sides.
The wall feels cold against his back even through the layers of his jacket when Baekhun presses up against it, Kris standing so close to him their toes touch. “What the fuck was that out there?” he hisses. “Do you know what kind of mess you’ve thrown me into now -”
“Mess?” Baekhyun laughs, almost hysterical, because this is fucking hilarious and pathetic all at once. “You’re a mess? Where have you been the past few months? Have you even looked at me once?”
“You know we’re -”
“You left me,” Baekhyun nearly screams. Kris’s eyes widen and his hold on Baekhyun’s shoulder slacken a little. “You left me. You left me without an explanation and you fucked me over. I was the mess, Kris, I couldn’t go outside for days, I couldn’t talk to my friends, you ruined it for me.”
Anger bubbles beneath his skin because this is the first time in months since Kris talked to him last, since Kris has even spent a second looking in his direction, and here he is, expression bewildered as if he hadn’t expected Baekhyun to be this broken, this torn over the break-up.
“Baekhyun -”
“So how is she, huh, Kris?” Baekhyun asks, breathless, and he knows he’s overstepping a line right now. His hands reach up and grab Kris’s neck, pulling him down so Baekhyun can press his lips against his ear. “Does she feel as good as me?”
He feels Kris’s shoulder stiffen, his whole body going rigid against him but he presses forward, wants to see how far he can push this boundary, who will crack first.
“I bet she doesn’t know what you like,” Baekhyun says. Kris steps forward and they’re chest to chest now. “Bet she doesn’t even know how to suck a good cock -”
His shoulder blades suddenly dig into the wall as Kris slams him against it. A thigh is shoved between his legs, Kris’s knee settling right below his crotch as he grabs Baekhyun’s hands and pins them above his head. Kris’s face is inches from his and his pupils are blown, eyes wide and blazing.
“You think you can do better?” he growls, moving his thigh higher until he’s rubbing against Baekhyun’s obvious erection. He holds back a groan, bites his lips and fights it because he isn’t about to give Kris the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting him off. “Fucking prove it then.”
Hands are pushing down on his shoulders, and Baekhyun’s knees bang against the tiled floors. He winces a little but Kris cards his hand through his hair, fingers twisting in the dark locks and gripping tight.
Baekhyun rubs at Kris’s erection through his jeans, before tugging at the zippers and mouthing at his dick through his boxers. He sees the wet spot where the head is, and he pulls the boxer down. Kris is almost fully hard, and Baekhyun wastes no time licking along the shaft, fingers pressing feather light touches where his mouth hasn’t reached yet.
“Fuck, stop teasing,” Kris says, tugging at Baekhyun’s hair. Baekhyun glares at him and sucks gently on the head, tongue prodding at the slit.
“Do you beg like this for her, hm?” Baekhyun asks. Before Kris can even comprehend his question, Baekhyun slides him into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressed against the underside of his dick. He can feel Kris’s body trembling and he sucks, cheeks hollowing as he rubs with his hand where his mouth can’t reach.
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