spin cycle
nc-17; romance; kris/baekhyun; 3,568w
summary: baekhyun finally gets what he deserves after being such a horrible tease at idol sports championship.
a/n: this is what happens when people gang up on you to write them washing machine sex. im sorry, my krisbaek tlist is a bunch of very persuasive and rude and horrible people. >///<
a/n ii: dedicated to the birthday girl
alphataurus! ilu bb and I hope you had a great birthday! <33
When Baekhyun catches himself being cornered inside their dorm’s laundry room, Kris just looming behind him and firmly trapping him against the washing machine, he can’t really find it in himself to feel even the tiniest bit surprised at this sudden turn of events.
“What do you want?” Baekhyun asks, trying to sound as cool and collected as possible. He almost succeeds -the slight waver in his voice rings incredibly loud in his ears and he can only hope Kris is too busy to even notice it.
It’s a rather silly question, if Baekhyun may say so himself. He knows exactly why Kris is here, why Kris had sought out for him as soon as they were the only ones left in the dorm. In all honesty, he’s been looking forward to this all week and now that he’s finally, finally getting what he wants, Baekhyun’s just not about to give in that easily.
“Don’t play coy with me now, Baekhyun,” Kris breathes hotly down his neck and Baekhyun doesn’t even try to stop the shiver that quickly wracks his body. “You know exactly why I’m here.”
“No, I don’t.” Baekhyun attempts to wriggle his way out but Kris isn’t having any of it, only makes sure to keep Baekhyun caged between his body and the washing machine instead. It’s a little ridiculous but Baekhyun can already feel the excitement running in his veins. “I’m busy, Kris, and if you’re here to just play games with me, I’m telling you right now I-”
Baekhyun feels more than hears Kris laugh behind him, his body minutely shaking with obvious amusement. “Baekhyun, if there’s someone playing games here right now, we both know it’s you and not me.”
Before Baekhyun can even open his mouth to refute that accusation (in Baekhyun’s mind though, it’s not so much an accusation as it is the whole truth, but Kris doesn’t really need to know that), Kris is already dipping down to whisper something against the shell of his ear, “I can easily see through your pretenses, Baekhyun, so why don’t you stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about so we can get to the good part already?”
Kris proceeds to nip at his earlobe and instead of coming up with a rather sarcastic comment like he originally planned, Baekhyun can only let out a small gasp as his response. Well, not that he can actually form a coherent thought right now - that’s kind of a very difficult thing to do at this moment, really, what with Kris suddenly deciding to press impossibly close against his back and the sensation of his large hands now running up and down his sides.
“Tell me, did you enjoy teasing the hell out of me?” Kris whispers, his breath fanning across Baekhyun’s neck. Baekhyun squirms in his position. “All that touching and flirting while we were out in public. You had fun making me chase you around in that field, didn’t you?”
(Baekhyun did but he’s not about to give Kris the satisfaction of knowing that truth.)
Admittedly, Baekhyun knew he’d gone a little overboard with teasing Kris every chance he got that day. He’d been so excited when management told them about possibly participating in idol sports championship again and that excitement only seemed to double when they were informed about Kris joining their group this time. It was fun taunting Kris with little touches here and there in the privacy of their dorm, but there’s something about seeing a flustered Kris in public, a slight dusting of red blooming in his cheeks, that makes Baekhyun never want to stop provoking him again and again and again.
And, well, provoke him, Baekhyun did.
In Baekhyun’s defense though, it wasn’t entirely his fault why he did it in the first place. If Kris hadn’t looked so gorgeous while he was teaching Baekhyun how to do archery, Baekhyun wouldn’t have probably taken the chance to indulge himself by ruining that concentration and teasing Kris. Baekhyun had remembered the intense look splayed on his face while Kris was showing him how to shoot the arrow without missing his target. Had remembered how Kris was talking so animatedly with his hands, cute, little gestures and all, like he needed to constantly move about to expend his energy somewhere. Had remembered the gummy smile tugging at the corners of his lips throughout their entire conversation.
But, mostly, Baekhyun had remembered how much he wanted Kris to fuck him senseless that day. How he wanted those large hands running all over his petite body. How awfully thrilling it was to see Kris chasing him around, grabbing whatever part of Baekhyun he can reach just to keep him close. How he felt the overwhelming urge to stand on his tiptoes and kiss Kris to shut him up for a second because he had been babbling about the mechanics of archery for what felt like the longest time and Baekhyun didn’t really understand a single thing, not even-
“Were you hoping for this to happen?” Kris’s voice suddenly startles Baekhyun back to reality, his softly uttered question almost becoming lost against Baekhyun’s skin.
Baekhyun has no intention of answering that with a definite yes or no, so he stubbornly presses his lips together in an attempt to keep the words from slipping right out of his mouth (it’s also a grueling effort to stop himself from moaning out loud because Kris is mouthing at his neck now and it feels so fucking good to have those lips sucking bruises into his skin). It’s a rather rhetoric question, anyway. Kris already knows the answer even before Baekhyun can even decide on one so he figures satisfying Kris with a verbal response isn’t really necessary anymore.
Baekhyun might have not expected this exact scenario to happen (nor did he even consider the possibility of being fucked into oblivion inside the laundry room, of all places) but he’s shameless enough to admit that he had some kind of diabolical plan to wheedle Kris into having sex with him as a sort of consolation in case their whole team loses.
But, well, this works out quite as well in his favor, too.
“Hmm. I think you were,” Kris eventually answers for him. Apparently, Baekhyun’s silence is as good as yes in Kris’s book. “You were probably even looking forward to being punished for being such a goddamn tease, weren’t you?”
Baekhyun shivers, that low voice caressing the skin of his neck sending tremors up and down his spine. The accuracy of those words being thrown at him doesn’t really surprise Baekhyun. Kris knows him too well, that much is obvious, and that makes this game all the more enjoyable in Baekhyun’s opinion.
“Is being fucked inside the laundry room the kind of punishment you’ve been waiting for? Did you get off fantasizing about this - dirtying all these clothes even more with your cum once I’m done fucking you senseless?”
As embarrassing as it sounds, Baekhyun can already feel himself slowly hardening by merely listening to the rumble of Kris’s voice in his ears. It doesn’t help that Kris never stops torturing Baekhyun with those large hands skimming down his sides, even deciding to slip them underneath his shirt at one point just to tease and coax a sudden gasp of pleasure out of him. It’s already all so maddening for Baekhyun but Kris, much to his frustration, only continues to ask him questions like he has an entire list of them in his head and all Baekhyun wants is for him to just fucking stop talking and do something, anything.
“Are you going to just fucking ask me a dozen questions or-”
Kris laughs. Baekhyun doesn’t have a single clue why the hell he’s laughing when there’s really nothing even remotely funny in this situation (for him, at least). “A little impatient, aren’t we?”
Even without turning around, Baekhyun knows there’s a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of Kris’s lips at this very moment, and there’s really nothing else he wants to do now but wipe that smirk off his face. But even if he wants to, the tight grip Kris has on his hips stops him from even moving an inch, so Baekhyun decides to grind his ass against Kris’s crotch as retaliation instead. Baekhyun feels vindictively pleased when a low groan immediately reaches his ears.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to be complaining right now, Baekhyun,” Kris growls, voice filled with all the righteous anger of someone pushed beyond his limits, “you started all of this in the first place. I’m just giving you what you deserve.”
And I deserve to be thoroughly fucked and not teased like this, Baekhyun wants to bite out. He’s pretty sure Kris is going to end up prolonging this torture if he so much as utters another word of protest though, so Baekhyun just forces those words down his throat and manages to whimper a shaky please instead.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” Kris hums into his ear. At this point, Baekhyun really wants to punch Kris square in the face because he’s pretty sure Kris hasn’t gone deaf for him not to hear that.
“Please,” Baekhyun says again, much louder this time. He doesn’t give two fucks if he sounds so needy and impatient right now - all he wants is for Kris to fucking touch him already. “Please, please, please, just do something-”
That seems to do the trick, causing Kris to finally fall apart and give in. Before Baekhyun knows it, Kris has him turned around already, back against the washing machine, hands on either side of his face as Kris kisses him with a kind of fervor that perfectly matches his own.
Only, Kris doesn't kiss him as much as devour him. Kris makes sure to bite him first, right over his lips, pinching them, teeth sharp and stinging before he opens his mouth, warm and rough over Baekhyun's. Kris cradles his jaw and eases Baekhyun’s face up so his mouth is right under his before using the pressure of a finger pad to coax his lips parted, not even wasting an infinitesimal second to taste Baekhyun there. Baekhyun lets him do it, lets Kris drink him through the kiss, tongue sliding through his mouth before drawing back to nip again at his bottom lip.
Baekhyun can’t help the moan that rumbles from his throat. It’s been way too long since they last kissed like this, hungry and possessive, like they can’t get enough of each other, and Baekhyun doesn’t ever want to stop.
Too occupied by the feeling of Kris’s lips moving frantically against his, Baekhyun doesn’t realize he’s being lifted off the ground until he feels large hands supporting him by the back of his thighs, Kris hitching him up with alarming ease. Before Baekhyun can even wrap his legs around Kris’s waist, all but ready to continue kissing him in this position, Kris is already letting go and gently dumping his ass by the edge of the washing machine.
“You really need to eat more,” Kris grunts out in between kisses. For a brief moment, Baekhyun feels that familiar swell of affection in his chest. Kris has always been up on his case about eating more and taking care of himself, his obvious fondness for Baekhyun only disguised in the form of motherly nagging. It’s really silly for Baekhyun to feel this way because it’s only typical for a leader to be concerned over his members, to make sure that everyone in the team is well enough to function.
But with Kris, Baekhyun knows it’s more than that. It’s always more than that.
The affection that blossomed in his chest fades away as quickly as it appeared, now stomped out and replaced by a sense of lust that almost consumes Baekhyun when Kris starts to palm his erection through his shorts. Driven by instinct alone, Baekhyun thrusts into that hand, desperate and eager for more friction.
Everything’s starting to turn a little hazy, his senses going into overdrive with Kris leisurely rubbing him through his clothes and the washing machine vibrating beneath him. The pleasure that rakes down his spine is almost too much and, yet, not nearly enough and Baekhyun’s not entirely sure if he can hold his tongue from begging once more if this slow torture keeps up.
Thankfully, Baekhyun doesn’t need to swallow his dignity and plead this time around because Kris is already ridding him of his clothes, taking his shirt off and tugging his shorts down with a frantic urgency that is almost laughable. Almost, because Baekhyun feels the same way and there's really nothing funny about how much he wants this right now, the need to be so intimately close with Kris burning him from the inside out.
Cold air hits his aching hard-on and instead of releasing a gasp of surprise, Baekhyun catches himself letting out a throaty moan. It’s probably quite embarrassing to find that he’s already hard and leaking when Kris hasn’t really touched him yet, but Baekhyun is too busy trying to stay quiet to even feel anything else but desperation and an all-consuming kind of desire for Kris.
“You can be loud. No one’s here but the two of us,” Kris says, breath brushing across Baekhyun’s kiss-swollen lips.
And it’s nearly impossible for Baekhyun to stop a string of moans from tumbling out of his mouth now, especially when long fingers are suddenly wrapped around his cock, Kris stroking him languidly like they’ve got so much time in their hands. And, yes, maybe they do but Baekhyun doesn’t have the fucking patience to have this foreplay going all night long.
“Clothes,” Baekhyun struggles to breathe out, hand feebly tugging on Kris’s shirt, “take them off.”
Kris immediately complies and loses his clothes in record time. There’s a ribbing comment just waiting to slip right out of Baekhyun’s mouth after seeing Kris frenziedly moving to strip himself, almost savagely tearing his clothes off his body in his haste. But then, he sees the pretty curve of Kris’s cock resting against his stomach, a clear evidence of how he wants this just as much as Baekhyun does, and all Baekhyun can do is gulp and lick his lips in anticipation.
Baekhyun instantly wraps his legs around Kris’s waist once he’s recovered from the initial shock and excitement of seeing Kris stark naked, hands coming up around his neck to keep them as physically close as they can possibly be. Pleasure pools in Baekhyun’s belly again, only it’s intensified by a thousand times more this time with Kris fisting both of their cocks together, the delicious friction making him sob with want. Baekhyun glances down and unabashedly stares at their cocks trapped in between their bodies, Kris’s large hand easily holding them bo-
“God, I’m still not sure how in the world you can fit inside me when you’re so fucking big,” Baekhyun all but blurts out, greedily taking in the way Kris’s erection is looking so damn impressive right now.
Kris laughs at that offhanded comment and Baekhyun, suddenly realizing what he just said, can’t help the blush rising on his cheeks. Apparently, his brain-to-mouth filter is shittier than usual when he’s so horny like this that he can’t even think straight.
“Baekhyun, I’m still going to give you mind-blowing sex even if you don’t compliment my manhood like that.”
“…I’m just saying,” Baekhyun replies with a pout - which Kris promptly kisses off his face.
“How about we do less talking and more fucking, yeah?” Kris’s shit-eating grin is so bright that Baekhyun doesn’t even have the heart to tell him how fucking lame of a line that was.
Instead, Baekhyun just humors him, fully intent on not ruining this moment with his sharp tongue (unless he uses it for some other…purposes, of course). “Hmm, I’d like that.”
Apparently, Kris came prepared. Untangling Baekhyun’s legs from his waist, Kris picks up the pants lying in a heap by his feet and reaches inside one of its pockets. It’s only a second later when Kris’s face suddenly lights up and Baekhyun’s tempted to roll his eyes as soon as he sees the lube and condom in Kris’s hands.
“I thought these would come in handy,” Kris casually says, as though he can read Baekhyun’s mind. Baekhyun wants to scoff at his horrible attempt at nonchalance-
But then, Kris is already moving forward, bringing their mouths closer again as he teases his entrance before finally slipping a slick digit inside Baekhyun. Kris preps him without any hint of urgency, working two fingers in and out of him, and then eventually adding a third; careful, always so careful, knowing full well that Baekhyun needs this to be able to stand him sliding inside.
Baekhyun breathes against Kris’s mouth as those fingers continue their assault, lips occasionally brushing as they lean their foreheads together. His cock is hard and stupid with arousal, lying seemingly forgotten between them, and Baekhyun really wants to touch himself to slake some of his desire, try to alleviate the gnawing need in his belly.
But when those curling fingers leave him and Kris finally, finally slides inside, Baekhyun can’t help but abandon his plan and hold onto Kris a little bit tighter instead, clawing at his shoulders in desperation. It takes Baekhyun a moment or two to adjust because it’s been way too long since he felt so full like this, Kris’s cock deeply seated inside him. He breathes in and out, willing himself to calm down so Kris can finally move.
Kris only kisses his cheek, slides out, watching Baekhyun’s expression carefully. Whatever he sees in Baekhyun’s face, Kris seems to decide that it’s enough, and he begins to pump his hips up in earnest. Baekhyun throws his head back, a gruff moan bubbling from his mouth. He can feel his insides burn with each slick slide of Kris’s cock, heat bursting and spreading like molten lava until his body is on fire from head to toe. Through the haze of lust clouding his vision, Baekhyun can see how flushed Kris is, cheeks stained red and lips bruised dark from kissing, and he briefly realizes he probably looks the same right now.
It doesn’t take long before Kris has set a steady rhythm, his thrusts slow and precise. It’s not enough, though, and Baekhyun just wants more so he makes sure to tighten his thighs around Kris’s waist, grabbing his ass to pull him even closer. The action only makes Kris groan, his cock sliding in a little deeper than usual as he cants his hips up harder against Baekhyun.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kris murmurs, nuzzling against the edge of Baekhyun’s jaw. His voice is almost drowned by the whirring sound of the washing machine, but Baekhyun still hears it nonetheless.
It’s starting to get a little too much, and with Kris shifting his angle just a little bit, now hitting his prostate over and over again, Baekhyun feels like he’s dangerously close to falling over the edge. It really doesn’t help that the vibrations coming from the washing machine beneath him feel delicious against his bare body, the stimulating heat of the washer’s surface crawling into his skin-
“Kris,” Baekhyun manages to choke out, “fuck, I’m so close, please-”
There’s a final thrust and a chaste kiss on his mouth, just a touch of lips against his own, and Baekhyun suddenly feels himself go momentarily blind, the intensity of his release crashing over him in waves. It doesn’t take long before Kris follows suit, his body going rigid as he spills inside Baekhyun. Exhausted, Kris proceeds to slump against Baekhyun, head resting in the crook of his neck, momentarily forgetting the fact that he’s a lot bigger and heavier than Baekhyun. Kris is about to move away when he feels Baekhyun carding his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and the gesture is enough to easily lull him to sleep.
“That was amazing,” Baekhyun eventually says, sobering a little. He pauses to calm his thundering heart, as if trying to capture its erratic rhythm in the palm of his hands. It’s only a second later when he hears Kris grunt in response.
Despite feeling so damn sore, his ass practically screaming for being so thoroughly abused just a while ago, Baekhyun can’t still quite believe that Kris just fucked him inside the laundry room. It’s definitely not one of his secret kinks but, well, it might as well be one now.
He laughs, feeling entirely pleased with himself. This, in turn, causes Kris to hiss in warning, his quickly softening cock still inside him. Baekhyun just laughs harder.
“Don’t you ever tease me again like that,” Kris says as soon as he can finally speak, breath still coming out in pants. He sounds like he had just run a marathon ten times over.
Baekhyun is still busy trying to calm his frantic heartbeat to even think of a response, still lost in his post-orgasm haze to care about the possibility that his bandmates might have returned and heard him shamelessly moaning while Kris fucked his brains out.
He doesn’t say anything.
There’s really no use making promises that he’s not going to keep anyway, right?
- again, special thanks to i for holding my hand while i wail and complain over this fic ;w;
- it’s been so long since i last wrote porn, i tried im sorry /o\
- for all the krisbaek shippers in my tlist, i hope this didn’t disappoint lol never ever again istg