Toys (Series)

The Wand

It had been about two weeks since Hoseok had broken his wrist. He had been carelessly fumbling around on-stage during rehearsal and managed to tangle his feet in some loose cords, causing him to trip and fracture his radius when he crash-landed onto the floor. Although panicked, it wasn't such a big deal in the long run. He had plenty of time to get to the hospital, x-rayed and his arm splinted before his next performance. Although he wasn't able to pull any acrobatic dance moves that involved the strength of his dominant hand, he was still able to pull off a phenomenal performance. Perhaps, one could argue, even better that usual performance since he felt motivated to compensate for his injury.

At home, however, sex was becoming an issue. In reality, it shouldn't have – it's not like he was immobile – but it turns out he used that wrist of his more often than you both had appreciated prior. You were the kind of woman who could rarely only orgasm simply from penetration.

You enjoyed – more than enjoyed – penetration. The sensation of his dick inside of you; how he stretched you out inch-by-inch, filling you slowly until he bottomed out; the burn of your body adjusting to his intrusion before he'd begin to rock into you (or, pound into you depending on whatever the flavour of the day was.) You relished the slippery, obscene sounds his hips made when they crashed into yours, and the way he'd groan and shuddered whenever you'd clench your walls around him. That noise was more than enough to send shivers through your body and drench you both in a fresh wave of arousal. He could bring you to the edge easily with just his cock, but it wasn't enough to push you over the edge. Not the way his dextrous fingers could when they slipped inside of you and push into your g-spot, or the way his tongue could have you seeing God in a mere matter of minutes when they played with your clit. He was an amazing lover, and you wished you were one of those women... but, unfortunately, you were one of the 75% who often needed the extra oomph.

Sure, there were plenty of positions you could try that stimulated you externally while also providing him with pleasure, but even some of them needed a working wrist. That left you with only those positions that made you do all the work. You didn't mind, but you were painfully discovering just how out of shape you were when you didn't have a break between being the one in charge.

He also tried with his non-dominate hand, but it was proving to be a little too clumsy.

The other option – you – was a non-starter for him. He wasn't an objector to you masturbating – in fact, he was a bit of an enthusiast about it. While he was on the road, he'd demand you text or call him whenever you were going to touch yourself. He wanted the image of your hands down your panties and the sound of your moans seared in his mind for when he was alone later that night. Sometimes, if the time zones aligned well, he'd join you from the other end of the phone. At home there were times where instead of making love, he'd ask simply if he could watch you. You were more than happy to comply. You'd pull a chair up in front of him and he'd sit on the edge of the bed and watch you with eyes so intense and so full of lust that you felt like you could explode before you even had the chance to unzip your pants. You knew exactly how to put on a show for him too. Sometimes still full clothed, sometimes you'd pull out a fancy lingerie set, and others you'd be full-Monty on display for him to see all your nooks and crannies. After a while, you'd notice him begin to shift unconsciously on the bed and soon after that, he too would have his hands down his pants. It was an incredibly erotic scene that would ignite a fire inside of you – watching him so aroused at the sight of you aroused.

No – masturbation was not his problem. His problem was when it came to person-on-person sex. He wanted to be the one in control. He saw it as his sense of duty, to be sure that he was the one to make you come. You tried to explain to him that he was still that person, but his loss of control due to his wrist was beginning to frustrate him.