Kris Was Always A Weird One
SNCJ-Secret Santa fic for keizeria
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KrisBaekSoo
Length: 2.6K
Summary:It was messed up in more ways than one, and at that point, Kris wasn’t sure if he was suddenly aware of his new size kink, or if it was just a sexual kink for the two Korean vocalists. Either way, alcohol had yet again caused another shocking discovery in Kris’s life, one of which, he hoped desperately didn’t carry forth when he woke up the next morning…
Kris liked to think that he saw things the most clearly when he was shit-faced drunk. He didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol itself: loosening up his normally reserved demeanor; or if it was because drinking was the only time Kris allowed himself to think beyond the usual “duizhang” mindset: not constantly worrying about getting the eleven others together and ultimately looking good to their company and fans. Perhaps it was a combination of the two that caused him to observe things he was blind to before, but either way, it only took a couple glasses of cheap soju before the leader started on those “drunken epiphanies”.
Usually it was just little things, like Kris noticing just how loudly he tended to laugh at jokes or how he squinted a few times too many at small print for someone who supposedly didn’t need glasses. Then there were the big realizations, the ones too mind-shaking for him to want to think about when he was in the right state of mind. Kris was 20 when he realized he liked guys, the clarity coming to him in the hours between his first shot of alcohol and his eventual unconsciousness at the end of the night. And while his sexuality had given him brief questioning concerns before, it wasn’t till that long, eye-opening night (where in the only things he could articulately form in his head were: “Ew, vaginas are gross,” and “Holy shit guys are hot”) that Kris finally realized and accepted that fact.
His drunken self-realizations continued on over the years and through his training days, even then carrying forth into his debut. For his part, Kris, knowing what happens when he was intoxicated and the ideas that rose up from it, probably should have done all he possibly could to avoid getting drunk around almost a dozen other boys. But of course, that never stopped him.
Yet, during those numerous and extremely un-sober moments with the rest of the members, nothing all-together shocking came to Kris. No sudden realization or problem arose, and Kris’s drunken sexual self-identification still remained as his most shocking and life-altering alcohol inducing moment. And for a brief period of time, Kris began to assume that that was obviously the only unique thing about him.
But that false sense of assurance all shattered with only 5 shots of soju one hot summer night. It was then, surrounded by eleven equally intoxicated boys, their appendages tangled and breathes overlapping, Kris’s heart pumping out of rhythm, cheeks pink and eyes glazed, that shit-faced Kris finally had an even more shocking identification realization than just the fact that he liked boys.
Alcohol, his most faithful partner as ever, pushed Kris Wu to acknowledge that he was diving head first into, what he would later define to himself as, his short boy fetish…
It sounded stupid. Like something made up from a bad online smut story. But of course Kris would be stuck with one of the weirdest sexual kinks ever; it was just fitting, while other people got off on things like food play, costumes, or even nicknames. Those were relatively normal kinks, understandable in a way, and most definitely not too embarrassing to admit to others.
But a sexual obsession with height…that was a whole other story.
The night had started normally enough: after a long hard practice the group had returned to the dorm in exhaustion. It didn’t come as a surprise to any of them that one of the members had somehow managed to smuggle a couple bottles of soju with them back. Nor did any of them hesitate at opening said bottles and starting at their usual tired drinking activity.
As one of the two leaders of EXO, Kris saw it as his job to spend time with all of the members, especially at times like this where everyone was at their most relaxed. So while he probably would of preferred to play it safe and sip at his shared beverage next to a tipsy Yixing or a talkative Chanyeol, he instead tried to spend his time with the member he wasn’t as close with, specifically, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
It was obvious that Kris was relatively intimate and friendly with the other members of EXO-M, so he never had to worry about them. Nor did he worry about his relationship with his co-leader or his giant twin with his equally loud laugh. And Sehun and Jongin had spent so much time with Kris in the beginning of their debut to work on his choreography, that he assumed that he was close enough to the maknaes. That left only the two vocalists from the K side. Thus, with a swig for extra confidence and, hopefully, random outgoingness, the leader made his way over to stand next to the two members in the corner of the room.
Both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo looked up when he stopped next to them, smiling a bit too widely while cradling his drink in his large hands. But the two guys were far too used to Kris’s strange social ways, so it wasn’t long before they continued on with their discussion, nonetheless still angling their bodies as to try and include the elder into their conversation too. But Kris didn’t have an opinion about their current heated subject (something about the pros and cons of hoodies in comparison to pull overs), and to be fair, his Korean probably wasn’t good enough, especially while drinking, to try and keep up with them anyway. So Kris stayed quiet, content to keep to his drink and watch the debate in front of him with a smile, humming along occasionally when he figured a sound from him was needed. And he was happy with the idea of staying like that for the rest of their night, or until the alcohol run dry, either way. But of course, drunken Kris couldn’t just stand still and not over analyze something, that’d be just too simple.
Kris didn’t know when it started, or even why, but suddenly neither his cup nor the words being exchanged in front of him could gather his attention. Instead, he was only aware of one solid thing: Baekhyun and Kyungsoo were so, so short. Hell, the two barely reached his chest. Kris’s eyes roamed from the top of their completely visible hair, down to their equally small hands. His own freakishly large hands flexed in comparison at the sight. They were so small. To their small hip and shoulder bones, their clothes hanging off their bodies while Kris stood next to the two feeling as wide and large as a tow truck in comparison. Everything about them was tiny, and it was if Kris was finally noticing this fact for the first time.
But what was more surprising was Kris’s reaction to this new knowledge. Instead of glossing over the fact, like most people do, and what Kris probably should of done if he was anything normal, but instead the reality that the two were nearly a third of his size caused the leader to feel two parts of him swell up. One part was normal: protectiveness, and his larger, painfully obviously stronger body inched closer to them as they continue talking. They looked so delicate in his eyes, their small frames close to being able to crack in two, and the thought only made Kris want to keep them safe more. The other part was a bit harder to explain, and even harder to hide as Kris tried to nonchalantly lower his cup to hover over the groin area of his sweatpants. He shouldn’t be turned on by this. He shouldn’t be turned on by his members all of sudden after more than a couple years of being together, and definitely not two of them at the same time. But more importantly, he really shouldn’t be turned on by the fact they were just incredibly smaller than him. As a fellow guy, he should be laughing internally at their unfortunately feminine-like genes, standing up on his tiptoes to poke fun at them more. And while yes, he did end up on his tiptoes above them, it was for a far different reason. It was as if the taller and bigger Kris became the smaller and more gentle looking both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo were from below. And the tinier they were, the bigger the wave of arousal that came forth to hit the elder.
It was messed up in more ways than one, and at that point, Kris wasn’t sure if he was suddenly aware of his new size kink, or if it was just a sexual kink for the two Korean vocalists. Either way, alcohol had yet again caused another shocking discovery in Kris’s life, one of which, he hoped desperately didn’t carry forth when he woke up the next morning…
The tenth cup was his mistake, Kris was pretty sure. He blamed it as the reason for why tipsy Kris ended up shifting positions, going from standing awkwardly next to the two shorter boys, to wrapping his arms around the both of them, bringing them in close. Kyungsoo and Baekhyun both looked up in surprise, but continued the conversation anyways. Just Kris hyung being weird once again.
After his eleventh cup, Kris had started to rub his nose in the two boys’ hair, alternating nuzzling each head for a minute or so before switching. He might have even purred. But Kris was far too gone into his drink and into his now sexually clouded thoughts to care.
Kris finally garnered both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo’s attention when he started slurring words down at them loudly.
“You’re both so fucking short.”
Kris squeezed their small little shoulders gently. “So tiny and delicate and just…wow.”
Unamused, the two younger ones halted their conversation, glaring up at the elder. They had both drunk way too much alcohol to put up with whatever this was.
“Fuck off” they both said simultaneously, only managing to make Kris grin wider and hum happily.
Drunk Kris laughed, or guffawed or wheezed, one of those probably, “No, it’s a good thing!” his hands moved, running down both of their arms slowly, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin, causing both the boys to shiver. “It’s…a really good thing.”
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun, for their parts, seem to be better at thinking on their feet when induced with alcohol, and it wasn’t long before the two finally figured out where this was going. Kris tried not to moan out loud when he saw the two of them wink at each other, before suddenly pressing in close to his body.
“Do you, do you like us, hyung? “
“I think he just likes our height, Soo.” Baekhyun always was the scariest.
Without waiting for a reply, the two tested their theory, inching down lower to the ground and curving their shoulders in, becoming as small as possible, then looking up to see Kris’s reaction. When Kris visibly gulped, chest moving up and down as it became harder to breathe, they had their answer.
If he was in the right of mind, the Cheshire grins that his dongsaengs now held probably should have alarmed him, or at least made him stop and think about this thoroughly. But at that point, verbal filter gone and internal moral compass skewed, all Kris could articulately think about was being able to fulfill the slow burning lust that had grown inside of him from the two short members.
And so he blindly followed them, hands latched together tightly, afraid that if they let go, the reality would sink in and they would stop and carry on with the night as they normally did: away from each other.
But they held on, making it past the other 9 members equally shit faced around the dorm, until they reached an empty bedroom, stumbling their way inside.
From there it was a blur, partly because of the soju, partly because of the lack of light in the room (it would hurt their eyes anyway if they got up to turn one one), and partly from the exhaustion overriding their bodies.
Kris remembers bits and pieces. He remembers feeling proud of himself for thinking of locking the door as he felt, rather than saw, Kyungsoo shed his clothes. He remembers pressing Baekhyun to the bed, chest to chest as he searched blindly for his mouth, before Baekhyun took pity and guided him with his hands. He doesn’t remember how he got naked himself, or really how he ended up with Kyungsoo’s short and stubby little legs draped over his shoulders, hips crashing down in an uneven rhythm. He remembers hearing moans of pleasure from the corner of his bed, knowing without looking that Baekhyun was touching himself as his dark eyes watched. He remembers being tired and keening a lot, he remembers looking down and seeing a different face below him, sometimes pinned underneath him on the sheets, sometimes kneeling between his legs. He remembers licking and sucking soft flesh, and stupidly attempting to kiss both of them at the same time, before he gave up and just let them work on their own.
He remembers at the end of it all, body sore and beat up, nuzzled next to two warm bodies, that he felt genuinely blissful.
And then he woke up.
Pain, pure pain. His head screamed at him, abusing him for his reckless drinking from the night before, and Kris rolled over on the bed, pressing his forehead against the cool of the pillow case. Too much.
Kris slowly sat up, using his hands to press softly into his head to ease the pain as he began to think over their group’s schedule for the day.
There was an interview at 8. Dance practice at 12. Then a sound recording for the vocals-
Kris’s eyes shot open, and if his body had it in him, he might have jumped. Instead, his body slumped down again, into his sheets, frowning up at the ceiling.
Last night, the alcohol, his short fetish, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun. He groaned loudly, and was immediately aware of his empty bed, no traces of two other boys nor what they had done anywhere on his sheets.
Kris sniffed loudly, breathing deeply, still nothing. Not even a scent.
Maybe it hadn’t been real at all.
He tried not to notice how much his chest ached at that thought, and mentally began to regroup. Suck it up, Kris. Now is not the time to be love sick over two boys who you barely even talk to.
Phone buzzing loudly, Kris blindly reached over to grab it, expecting a text from Suho or even from their manager scolding him for not getting up yet, but he choked at the name flashing over his screen.
Baekhyun.
Determined to not get his hopes up, Kris opened the message. When it finally loaded up, he had to clench his fist tightly as to not drop the device in surprise.
Guess who threw out their shoe lifts today ke ke ke.
Attached was a picture, and Kris smiled as he zoomed in to see Kyungsoo and Baekhyun pressed close, arms over their head in an attempt at a heart shape.
Kris’s heart and body screaming happily, and he instantly forgot any effects from his hangover, getting up and changing hastily.
As he pulled a sweatshirt over his head, Kris texted back a simple smiley face to the boys, knowing it didn’t even begin to cover just how high his emotions were at the moment.
Kris walked out of his room confidently, knowing it didn’t matter what he sent back.
Because this was Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. And they knew how weird he could be.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KrisBaekSoo
Length: 2.6K
Summary:It was messed up in more ways than one, and at that point, Kris wasn’t sure if he was suddenly aware of his new size kink, or if it was just a sexual kink for the two Korean vocalists. Either way, alcohol had yet again caused another shocking discovery in Kris’s life, one of which, he hoped desperately didn’t carry forth when he woke up the next morning…
Kris liked to think that he saw things the most clearly when he was shit-faced drunk. He didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol itself: loosening up his normally reserved demeanor; or if it was because drinking was the only time Kris allowed himself to think beyond the usual “duizhang” mindset: not constantly worrying about getting the eleven others together and ultimately looking good to their company and fans. Perhaps it was a combination of the two that caused him to observe things he was blind to before, but either way, it only took a couple glasses of cheap soju before the leader started on those “drunken epiphanies”.
Usually it was just little things, like Kris noticing just how loudly he tended to laugh at jokes or how he squinted a few times too many at small print for someone who supposedly didn’t need glasses. Then there were the big realizations, the ones too mind-shaking for him to want to think about when he was in the right state of mind. Kris was 20 when he realized he liked guys, the clarity coming to him in the hours between his first shot of alcohol and his eventual unconsciousness at the end of the night. And while his sexuality had given him brief questioning concerns before, it wasn’t till that long, eye-opening night (where in the only things he could articulately form in his head were: “Ew, vaginas are gross,” and “Holy shit guys are hot”) that Kris finally realized and accepted that fact.
His drunken self-realizations continued on over the years and through his training days, even then carrying forth into his debut. For his part, Kris, knowing what happens when he was intoxicated and the ideas that rose up from it, probably should have done all he possibly could to avoid getting drunk around almost a dozen other boys. But of course, that never stopped him.
Yet, during those numerous and extremely un-sober moments with the rest of the members, nothing all-together shocking came to Kris. No sudden realization or problem arose, and Kris’s drunken sexual self-identification still remained as his most shocking and life-altering alcohol inducing moment. And for a brief period of time, Kris began to assume that that was obviously the only unique thing about him.
But that false sense of assurance all shattered with only 5 shots of soju one hot summer night. It was then, surrounded by eleven equally intoxicated boys, their appendages tangled and breathes overlapping, Kris’s heart pumping out of rhythm, cheeks pink and eyes glazed, that shit-faced Kris finally had an even more shocking identification realization than just the fact that he liked boys.
Alcohol, his most faithful partner as ever, pushed Kris Wu to acknowledge that he was diving head first into, what he would later define to himself as, his short boy fetish…
It sounded stupid. Like something made up from a bad online smut story. But of course Kris would be stuck with one of the weirdest sexual kinks ever; it was just fitting, while other people got off on things like food play, costumes, or even nicknames. Those were relatively normal kinks, understandable in a way, and most definitely not too embarrassing to admit to others.
But a sexual obsession with height…that was a whole other story.
The night had started normally enough: after a long hard practice the group had returned to the dorm in exhaustion. It didn’t come as a surprise to any of them that one of the members had somehow managed to smuggle a couple bottles of soju with them back. Nor did any of them hesitate at opening said bottles and starting at their usual tired drinking activity.
As one of the two leaders of EXO, Kris saw it as his job to spend time with all of the members, especially at times like this where everyone was at their most relaxed. So while he probably would of preferred to play it safe and sip at his shared beverage next to a tipsy Yixing or a talkative Chanyeol, he instead tried to spend his time with the member he wasn’t as close with, specifically, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun.
It was obvious that Kris was relatively intimate and friendly with the other members of EXO-M, so he never had to worry about them. Nor did he worry about his relationship with his co-leader or his giant twin with his equally loud laugh. And Sehun and Jongin had spent so much time with Kris in the beginning of their debut to work on his choreography, that he assumed that he was close enough to the maknaes. That left only the two vocalists from the K side. Thus, with a swig for extra confidence and, hopefully, random outgoingness, the leader made his way over to stand next to the two members in the corner of the room.
Both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo looked up when he stopped next to them, smiling a bit too widely while cradling his drink in his large hands. But the two guys were far too used to Kris’s strange social ways, so it wasn’t long before they continued on with their discussion, nonetheless still angling their bodies as to try and include the elder into their conversation too. But Kris didn’t have an opinion about their current heated subject (something about the pros and cons of hoodies in comparison to pull overs), and to be fair, his Korean probably wasn’t good enough, especially while drinking, to try and keep up with them anyway. So Kris stayed quiet, content to keep to his drink and watch the debate in front of him with a smile, humming along occasionally when he figured a sound from him was needed. And he was happy with the idea of staying like that for the rest of their night, or until the alcohol run dry, either way. But of course, drunken Kris couldn’t just stand still and not over analyze something, that’d be just too simple.
Kris didn’t know when it started, or even why, but suddenly neither his cup nor the words being exchanged in front of him could gather his attention. Instead, he was only aware of one solid thing: Baekhyun and Kyungsoo were so, so short. Hell, the two barely reached his chest. Kris’s eyes roamed from the top of their completely visible hair, down to their equally small hands. His own freakishly large hands flexed in comparison at the sight. They were so small. To their small hip and shoulder bones, their clothes hanging off their bodies while Kris stood next to the two feeling as wide and large as a tow truck in comparison. Everything about them was tiny, and it was if Kris was finally noticing this fact for the first time.
But what was more surprising was Kris’s reaction to this new knowledge. Instead of glossing over the fact, like most people do, and what Kris probably should of done if he was anything normal, but instead the reality that the two were nearly a third of his size caused the leader to feel two parts of him swell up. One part was normal: protectiveness, and his larger, painfully obviously stronger body inched closer to them as they continue talking. They looked so delicate in his eyes, their small frames close to being able to crack in two, and the thought only made Kris want to keep them safe more. The other part was a bit harder to explain, and even harder to hide as Kris tried to nonchalantly lower his cup to hover over the groin area of his sweatpants. He shouldn’t be turned on by this. He shouldn’t be turned on by his members all of sudden after more than a couple years of being together, and definitely not two of them at the same time. But more importantly, he really shouldn’t be turned on by the fact they were just incredibly smaller than him. As a fellow guy, he should be laughing internally at their unfortunately feminine-like genes, standing up on his tiptoes to poke fun at them more. And while yes, he did end up on his tiptoes above them, it was for a far different reason. It was as if the taller and bigger Kris became the smaller and more gentle looking both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo were from below. And the tinier they were, the bigger the wave of arousal that came forth to hit the elder.
It was messed up in more ways than one, and at that point, Kris wasn’t sure if he was suddenly aware of his new size kink, or if it was just a sexual kink for the two Korean vocalists. Either way, alcohol had yet again caused another shocking discovery in Kris’s life, one of which, he hoped desperately didn’t carry forth when he woke up the next morning…
The tenth cup was his mistake, Kris was pretty sure. He blamed it as the reason for why tipsy Kris ended up shifting positions, going from standing awkwardly next to the two shorter boys, to wrapping his arms around the both of them, bringing them in close. Kyungsoo and Baekhyun both looked up in surprise, but continued the conversation anyways. Just Kris hyung being weird once again.
After his eleventh cup, Kris had started to rub his nose in the two boys’ hair, alternating nuzzling each head for a minute or so before switching. He might have even purred. But Kris was far too gone into his drink and into his now sexually clouded thoughts to care.
Kris finally garnered both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo’s attention when he started slurring words down at them loudly.
“You’re both so fucking short.”
Kris squeezed their small little shoulders gently. “So tiny and delicate and just…wow.”
Unamused, the two younger ones halted their conversation, glaring up at the elder. They had both drunk way too much alcohol to put up with whatever this was.
“Fuck off” they both said simultaneously, only managing to make Kris grin wider and hum happily.
Drunk Kris laughed, or guffawed or wheezed, one of those probably, “No, it’s a good thing!” his hands moved, running down both of their arms slowly, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin, causing both the boys to shiver. “It’s…a really good thing.”
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun, for their parts, seem to be better at thinking on their feet when induced with alcohol, and it wasn’t long before the two finally figured out where this was going. Kris tried not to moan out loud when he saw the two of them wink at each other, before suddenly pressing in close to his body.
“Do you, do you like us, hyung? “
“I think he just likes our height, Soo.” Baekhyun always was the scariest.
Without waiting for a reply, the two tested their theory, inching down lower to the ground and curving their shoulders in, becoming as small as possible, then looking up to see Kris’s reaction. When Kris visibly gulped, chest moving up and down as it became harder to breathe, they had their answer.
If he was in the right of mind, the Cheshire grins that his dongsaengs now held probably should have alarmed him, or at least made him stop and think about this thoroughly. But at that point, verbal filter gone and internal moral compass skewed, all Kris could articulately think about was being able to fulfill the slow burning lust that had grown inside of him from the two short members.
And so he blindly followed them, hands latched together tightly, afraid that if they let go, the reality would sink in and they would stop and carry on with the night as they normally did: away from each other.
But they held on, making it past the other 9 members equally shit faced around the dorm, until they reached an empty bedroom, stumbling their way inside.
From there it was a blur, partly because of the soju, partly because of the lack of light in the room (it would hurt their eyes anyway if they got up to turn one one), and partly from the exhaustion overriding their bodies.
Kris remembers bits and pieces. He remembers feeling proud of himself for thinking of locking the door as he felt, rather than saw, Kyungsoo shed his clothes. He remembers pressing Baekhyun to the bed, chest to chest as he searched blindly for his mouth, before Baekhyun took pity and guided him with his hands. He doesn’t remember how he got naked himself, or really how he ended up with Kyungsoo’s short and stubby little legs draped over his shoulders, hips crashing down in an uneven rhythm. He remembers hearing moans of pleasure from the corner of his bed, knowing without looking that Baekhyun was touching himself as his dark eyes watched. He remembers being tired and keening a lot, he remembers looking down and seeing a different face below him, sometimes pinned underneath him on the sheets, sometimes kneeling between his legs. He remembers licking and sucking soft flesh, and stupidly attempting to kiss both of them at the same time, before he gave up and just let them work on their own.
He remembers at the end of it all, body sore and beat up, nuzzled next to two warm bodies, that he felt genuinely blissful.
And then he woke up.
Pain, pure pain. His head screamed at him, abusing him for his reckless drinking from the night before, and Kris rolled over on the bed, pressing his forehead against the cool of the pillow case. Too much.
Kris slowly sat up, using his hands to press softly into his head to ease the pain as he began to think over their group’s schedule for the day.
There was an interview at 8. Dance practice at 12. Then a sound recording for the vocals-
Kris’s eyes shot open, and if his body had it in him, he might have jumped. Instead, his body slumped down again, into his sheets, frowning up at the ceiling.
Last night, the alcohol, his short fetish, Kyungsoo and Baekhyun. He groaned loudly, and was immediately aware of his empty bed, no traces of two other boys nor what they had done anywhere on his sheets.
Kris sniffed loudly, breathing deeply, still nothing. Not even a scent.
Maybe it hadn’t been real at all.
He tried not to notice how much his chest ached at that thought, and mentally began to regroup. Suck it up, Kris. Now is not the time to be love sick over two boys who you barely even talk to.
Phone buzzing loudly, Kris blindly reached over to grab it, expecting a text from Suho or even from their manager scolding him for not getting up yet, but he choked at the name flashing over his screen.
Baekhyun.
Determined to not get his hopes up, Kris opened the message. When it finally loaded up, he had to clench his fist tightly as to not drop the device in surprise.
Guess who threw out their shoe lifts today ke ke ke.
Attached was a picture, and Kris smiled as he zoomed in to see Kyungsoo and Baekhyun pressed close, arms over their head in an attempt at a heart shape.
Kris’s heart and body screaming happily, and he instantly forgot any effects from his hangover, getting up and changing hastily.
As he pulled a sweatshirt over his head, Kris texted back a simple smiley face to the boys, knowing it didn’t even begin to cover just how high his emotions were at the moment.
Kris walked out of his room confidently, knowing it didn’t matter what he sent back.
Because this was Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. And they knew how weird he could be.