karmacoma
baekhyun/luhan/kyungsoo
nc-17
one-shot (or not?)
luhan came home all smiles and good cheer. it's almost enough for kyungsoo to forget what he witnessed the other day. almost.
what transpired between his boyfriend and baekhyun (in the bed that they shared together, no less) the previous day was still very much in his head.
still. luhan's smile had a calming affect and, so, he decided not start hurling out the accusations just yet.
luhan so rarely came home in such a mood, work drained him to the core and hung him out to dry, and kyungsoo can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen his boyfriend smile in the last month.
not wanting to make a fuss, kyungsoo buried the hurt just a little deeper, where it could stay dormant, possibly until erupting at an extremely inopportune moment, say maybe in a public place or at a family dinner.
relax, he tells himself. you are being just as hypocritical as he is.
this, of course, all goes out the window when luhan, coming from the bathroom having just changed out of his work clothes and into a snug pair of sweats and a sweater, joins him on the couch.
if someone were less observant than kyungsoo, the look of discomfort that flashed across luhan's face would have gone by without a thought. unfortunately, kyungsoo prided himself on his impeccable attention to detail, and thus luhan sitting down with a wince did not go unnoticed.
a flare of anger flickered inside kyungsoo, just behind his ribcage.
suddenly he was in the hallway again, lights off, breath hitched in his throat, acutely aware of making any sudden movements in an effort to stay silent.
the door half-cracked, a horizontal ray of light flickering across his face, illuminating the mix of betrayal and intrigue that lay there, curling around his furrowed brow and resting on the cresting wave of his plush upper lip.
the sound of the headboard smacking against the wall like a metronome was one indication. the muffled cries, one after the other, more shrill than the next, was another.
baekhyun had luhan on his hands and knees, hand pressed firmly on the back of his neck and the other between the smaller man's shoulder blades, hips snapping forward ruthless and without mercy, his own knees creating sharp divots in the comforter.
"baekhyunnie," a voice moaned. well, they tried. luhan had a mouthful of pillow (the blue cotton pillows that kyungsoo and him picked out together almost a year ago) and couldn't articulate so well.
baekhyun's teeth were clenched, making the veins in his neck stand out. kyungsoo thought he looked grotesque this way, but alluring all the same. he almost let a tiny squeaking noise escape from his mouth when baekhyun started to spasm, his eye sockets turned up white, and his grip on luhan's little hips tightened.
the fact that baekyhun convinced luhan to bottom at all was astounding, kyungsoo was impressed. must've taken a lot of convincing.
where he could even spare the time, kyungsoo thought bitterly, was amazing, given the fact baekhyun had spent the last four months pressing kyungsoo into a mattress (against the wall, on the table, in a library, between buildings downtown) and fucking him until he was a sobbing sticky mess. he left whispers of "i love you"s and "i coud make you so happy" seared into the soft flesh of kyungsoo's inner thighs, persuading him to leave luhan and be with him instead.
kyungsoo was always bothered by this, goading baekhyun to shut the fuck up and fuck him in silence if he was going to keep talking. kyungsoo preferred to cheat on his significant other and not have to think about them at the same time, thank you very much.
baekyhun always hummed after sex, sometimes breaking into song, voice lovely and thick. kyungsoo imagined that baekyhun must be singing a different tune now that he assigned luhan's soft, pliant ass to his refrain.
luhan wasn't that much of a screamer, preferring instead to make kyungsoo scream, in creative and increasingly stranger ways as their relationship hit the two year mark. however, when baekhyun leaned himself over luhan's back changing the angle, luhan let out the most sinful scream he had ever heard.
jealousy seeped into his chest, coating his lungs and stomach before dripping lower into his gut and settling.
he hated luhan and he hated baekhyun even more than that.
and what he hated most was that for the past two minutes, he had reached into his pants and got off to the scene as quickly and quietly as he could.
baekhyun choked and draped himself over luhan's back before pulling out and rolling over. luhan gasped over and over until he came down.
baekhyun, now standing at the foot of the bed, buckled his belt, zipped his pants, and winked at a panting luhan. kyungsoo took this as his cue to leave, shutting the front door behind as quiet as possible.
"kyungsoo?"
luhan's voice brought him back to reality. a deep look of concern etched in his boyfriend's eyes made his heart dip slightly.
the memory of baekhyun fucking into luhan still fresh in his mind, kyungsoo's expression hardened as he focused on luhan's eyes, black pupils with tiny flecks of scattered brown; wondering if the concern was simply contrived, a facade, that luhan would fake anything to not appear guilty.
once betrayed, it's hard to see the actions of your betrayer as genuine.
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i'm sorry?
i have a problem with past and present tense ha ha
listened to massive attack's karmacoma the entire time
nc-17
one-shot (or not?)
luhan came home all smiles and good cheer. it's almost enough for kyungsoo to forget what he witnessed the other day. almost.
what transpired between his boyfriend and baekhyun (in the bed that they shared together, no less) the previous day was still very much in his head.
still. luhan's smile had a calming affect and, so, he decided not start hurling out the accusations just yet.
luhan so rarely came home in such a mood, work drained him to the core and hung him out to dry, and kyungsoo can count on one hand the amount of times he's seen his boyfriend smile in the last month.
not wanting to make a fuss, kyungsoo buried the hurt just a little deeper, where it could stay dormant, possibly until erupting at an extremely inopportune moment, say maybe in a public place or at a family dinner.
relax, he tells himself. you are being just as hypocritical as he is.
this, of course, all goes out the window when luhan, coming from the bathroom having just changed out of his work clothes and into a snug pair of sweats and a sweater, joins him on the couch.
if someone were less observant than kyungsoo, the look of discomfort that flashed across luhan's face would have gone by without a thought. unfortunately, kyungsoo prided himself on his impeccable attention to detail, and thus luhan sitting down with a wince did not go unnoticed.
a flare of anger flickered inside kyungsoo, just behind his ribcage.
suddenly he was in the hallway again, lights off, breath hitched in his throat, acutely aware of making any sudden movements in an effort to stay silent.
the door half-cracked, a horizontal ray of light flickering across his face, illuminating the mix of betrayal and intrigue that lay there, curling around his furrowed brow and resting on the cresting wave of his plush upper lip.
the sound of the headboard smacking against the wall like a metronome was one indication. the muffled cries, one after the other, more shrill than the next, was another.
baekhyun had luhan on his hands and knees, hand pressed firmly on the back of his neck and the other between the smaller man's shoulder blades, hips snapping forward ruthless and without mercy, his own knees creating sharp divots in the comforter.
"baekhyunnie," a voice moaned. well, they tried. luhan had a mouthful of pillow (the blue cotton pillows that kyungsoo and him picked out together almost a year ago) and couldn't articulate so well.
baekhyun's teeth were clenched, making the veins in his neck stand out. kyungsoo thought he looked grotesque this way, but alluring all the same. he almost let a tiny squeaking noise escape from his mouth when baekhyun started to spasm, his eye sockets turned up white, and his grip on luhan's little hips tightened.
the fact that baekyhun convinced luhan to bottom at all was astounding, kyungsoo was impressed. must've taken a lot of convincing.
where he could even spare the time, kyungsoo thought bitterly, was amazing, given the fact baekhyun had spent the last four months pressing kyungsoo into a mattress (against the wall, on the table, in a library, between buildings downtown) and fucking him until he was a sobbing sticky mess. he left whispers of "i love you"s and "i coud make you so happy" seared into the soft flesh of kyungsoo's inner thighs, persuading him to leave luhan and be with him instead.
kyungsoo was always bothered by this, goading baekhyun to shut the fuck up and fuck him in silence if he was going to keep talking. kyungsoo preferred to cheat on his significant other and not have to think about them at the same time, thank you very much.
baekyhun always hummed after sex, sometimes breaking into song, voice lovely and thick. kyungsoo imagined that baekyhun must be singing a different tune now that he assigned luhan's soft, pliant ass to his refrain.
luhan wasn't that much of a screamer, preferring instead to make kyungsoo scream, in creative and increasingly stranger ways as their relationship hit the two year mark. however, when baekhyun leaned himself over luhan's back changing the angle, luhan let out the most sinful scream he had ever heard.
jealousy seeped into his chest, coating his lungs and stomach before dripping lower into his gut and settling.
he hated luhan and he hated baekhyun even more than that.
and what he hated most was that for the past two minutes, he had reached into his pants and got off to the scene as quickly and quietly as he could.
baekhyun choked and draped himself over luhan's back before pulling out and rolling over. luhan gasped over and over until he came down.
baekhyun, now standing at the foot of the bed, buckled his belt, zipped his pants, and winked at a panting luhan. kyungsoo took this as his cue to leave, shutting the front door behind as quiet as possible.
"kyungsoo?"
luhan's voice brought him back to reality. a deep look of concern etched in his boyfriend's eyes made his heart dip slightly.
the memory of baekhyun fucking into luhan still fresh in his mind, kyungsoo's expression hardened as he focused on luhan's eyes, black pupils with tiny flecks of scattered brown; wondering if the concern was simply contrived, a facade, that luhan would fake anything to not appear guilty.
once betrayed, it's hard to see the actions of your betrayer as genuine.
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i'm sorry?
i have a problem with past and present tense ha ha
listened to massive attack's karmacoma the entire time