requested - no au - none warnings - smut, s/m tones, sex toys, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, anal play, pegging, degradation kink
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he needed something. anything. the moment you got into the bedroom, he was on you, tugging at your clothes and attacking your lips feverishly.
you had managed to get over to the large bed, where you were pushed onto your back. baekhyun climbed onto your lap and leant over to seize another heated kiss. his hands were by your head to keep him up as he grinded against your core.
you grabbed his hips and pushed him harder into you, feeling him gasp into your mouth. "strip."
as quickly as he could, he sat up and flung off his top. he removed his trousers and boxers before laying down where you once were.
you had rolled off of the bed to pull out the black box underneath. you grabbed his favourite silicone strap on and some lube, along with a white towel for after. moving back onto the bed, you sat in his lap this time, right on his hard cock. he whined at your actions, rolling his hips into you. you pinched them in warning.
baekhyun relented, stilling with a whimper. he already looked fucked out, i mean, having a vibrator in you all day would surely do that. when he had suggested it, you positively glowed. the thought of you playing with him when surrounded by his band members and staff was thrilling. they all believed his blushing face and heaving chest was because of how earnestly he practised. little did they know there was a little toy buzzing away in his tight walls.
you had sat in the adjacent room, watching them dance. you observed his movements, the remote control in hand. the first time you switched it on, it was the lowest setting. his bleached strands jolted when he did from where he was sat on the floor, brown eyes flickering to the dark glass. he could envision you twirling the device in hand, smiling devilishly. he bit his lip, dawning on the fact that you had complete control of him. it'd be a long day.
you played about with the settings constantly, but every time you saw the tell-tale signs of him about to cum, you turned it off completely. his body would sag with the lack of stimulation, although quickly baring itself for the next bout when you felt like enough pleasure had dipped away.
the toy shuffled as he moved in time to the song, often striking his prostrate. he'd done a good job in hiding his erection, you'd have to praise him on that. only to then worm the trick out of him to make sure he wouldn't be able to do it again. where's the fun in that?
