Please
Author: ANONYMOUS
Prompt #: 216
Title: please
Word Counts: 3,948
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: nc-17
Warning(s): omorashi, daddy kink, top!baek, breath play, spanking, sex toys, excessive use of the word 'please', lingerie?? kink??, orgasm denial, bondage and the kitchen sink
Disclaimer: The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: sometimes chanyeol needs to be put in his place and baekhyun has just the plan to show him who’s really in charge
Author's Note: i’m sorry mom please forgive my sins
"Honey, I'm home!" Chanyeol sing songs, closing the front door behind him.
Their small apartment in the city isn't much, but it's got a great view and it's just enough for the two of them. It seems unusually quiet however, and Chanyeol takes a few steps into the living room after toeing off his loafers. He's about to send another "hello" but it the wind is knocked from his chest as his back hits the wall.
"Took you long enough," someone growls low and deep in his ear.
"Well, hello to you to, Baek," the taller boy laughs uneasily, surprised by his long-time boyfriend's sudden behavior.
Baekhyun yanks him down by the tie and crushes his mouth to Chanyeol's, the latter parting his lips slightly although still sort of confused.
"It's about time I show you who's really in charge here. And we're gonna do it right now."
"Right now?" Chanyeol panics.
"Yes, right now," Baekhyun replies, dragging his boyfriend away by the tie.
"But can't I like, get ready or something? Can I go to the bathroom and change?"
Baekhyun shakes his head, shoving the taller boy into the bedroom and shutting the door.
"I know how much you hate going at work so I thought I'd surprise you." He animatedly gestures to the chair next to the side table, smiling, feigning innocence.
Chanyeol laughs uneasily for the second time, still in a little shock and disbelief. He shifts, suddenly much more desperate than he was a few minutes ago. "I seriously can't like, prepare for this or anything?"
"Nope," Baekhyun says enthusiastically, pushing Chanyeol back into the chair with small, delicate hands on the latter's broad chest.
"We have so much to do and I intend on taking my sweet time showing you who's really in control," the shorter boy adds, digging through the drawer of the table, returning with an assortment of chains and belts and the like.
The rope is rough and scratchy on Chanyeol's bare ankles, tight, but not too tight, just enough to fool him into believing that he can somehow shimmy his way free. Not that he would at this point, the curiosity and slight nervousness causing butterflies to swarm in his gut. That, of course, makes the desperation worse and Chanyeol's on edge, startled when the cold metal touches his wrists, clicking into place.
He's too busy toying with the new confinements that he doesn't notice Baekhyun returning with two glasses of water. He approaches Chanyeol without warning and leaves no room for protest as Chanyeol downs both with little difficulty.
"That should speed things up a little," Baekhyun says, satisfied. "I have just a few more things to prepare so just wait a little, okay baby?"
Chanyeol nods. He watches his boyfriend run around the bedroom for a bit, lighting candles and rummaging around in drawers while his desperation increases two fold. It's getting to be too much and his heart rate jumps, not sure what Baekhyun intends to do.
The handcuffs jingle as Chanyeol shifts, uselessly fighting against his restraints. He whines, breathy and broken and Baekhyun smirks.
"How do you feel, baby?" the older boy asks, tilting his boyfriend's chin up with a finger. He gives him a chaste kiss just to tease.
Chanyeol pouts, shifting and readjusting restlessly. "I feel like I'm going to explode," he grumbles.
"This is... You know, I've imagined this for a while but actually seeing it is something else," Baekhyun laughs, holding up a few different belts before settling on one. He makes his way over to Chanyeol, ignoring his 'Baek what are you doing?' and securing the belt snug around his stomach.
Chanyeol tries to fight the urge to whine and instead takes a deep breath. "What do you mean you've imagined this for a while?"
Baekhyun sits down on the bed, admiring his handiwork and watching his boyfriend squirm in the chair. "I always thought what it would be like to make you submit to me."
Chanyeol groans, from the desperation and the look on Baekhyun's face. Somehow he always knew he was wrapped around the older boy's finger. It was only a matter of time before he'd let Baekhyun take control.
"It's about time I put you in your place, hm?"
"Baekhyun, I really, really have to go. Please," Chanyeol nearly begs.
Baekhyun tightens the belt one notch more and the taller boy lets out a quiet whimper at the added pressure.
The older boy stops for a minute, eyebrows furrowed. He turns, a serious expression on his face. "You remember the safe word, right? You can stop me at anytime."
Not quite expecting that comment, Chanyeol takes a deep breath, considering the fibers of their gray carpet. He looks back up. "Yes, I know."
Chanyeol, however, does expect the immediate switch in tone when Baekhyun yanks his head back by the hair.
"Next time, look me in the eyes when you speak to me, alright baby?"
Chanyeol swallows hard. He ponders for a moment why they haven't tried this already.
Time passes painfully slow for Chanyeol, the desperation taking over all of his senses bit by bit. The restraints keep his movement to a minimum despite his attempts to relieve some pressure. His thighs tremble and he fidgets in an effort to distract himself. The feeling gets progressively worse and worse, bladder straining against the waistband of his slacks. Chanyeol can't stop moving, nearly vibrating in his chair. Baekhyun listens to him curse about it, admiring the flush on his boyfriend's helpless face. He can tell Chanyeol's reaching his breaking point.
"What's wrong, baby?" he coos, "Do you have to go?"
"Fuck, I can't hold it anymore. Baekhyun, please," Chanyeol whines. "Can you at least-- shit, untie my legs, please..."
"Fucking beg for it," Baekhyun demands, voice low and deep, "Tell me how bad you want it."
Chanyeol opens his mouth only for his mind to go blank, instead he lets out a weak, "really, really bad" and a swear or two.
Baekhyun's obviously not satisfied and he tightens the belt with a sharp tug and Chanyeol gasps, feeling his control slip away. It starts to show on the front of his slacks and Chanyeol panics, trying as hard as he can to hold back.
"Please, please, Baek- I'm not g-gonna make it please, please," he pleads, biting his lip. All the pressure on his stomach is released at once and he almost cries from joy, only to feel Baekhyun's hand against the waistband of his pants.
"Hold it," he says, slowly pushing harder and harder. Chanyeol shakes his head, making one last futile attempt at escaping. He can tell Baekhyun is hard, how his dick presses against his sweats and how much this turns him on.
"Please, Baek, I can't hold- fuck," Chanyeol says weakly, finally giving in when Baekhyun presses his entire palm against his stomach. "N-no, oh God. I can't stop it, fuck."
Baekhyun takes a shaky inhale, watching Chanyeol lose control, watching the look of relief on his face. It's so much better than anything he'd imagined, even the little breaths and moans he continues to make, the way his dress pants go from gray to black.
"God, that felt so good," Chanyeol mumbles, cheeks a rosy red. "But uh, can you untie me now, please?"
After Baekhyun frees Chanyeol from the chair and his clothes, he manages to wipe himself down with a damp towel he flops on the bed, rubbing his wrists and ankles.
Chanyeol hears the drawer shut and his boyfriend returns, standing in front of him expectantly.
"Here," Baekhyun nods, holding out a set of lingerie, stockings and all.
"Wait, am I wearing this?"
Baekhyun makes a face. "Yes. Why do you think I'm holding this out for you?"
Chanyeol examines the garments carefully, turning them over in his hand, sizing up the pink feathers and lace. "Are you sure this isn't too... emasculating?"
"Is there something wrong will being feminine, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun eyes him incredulously. The taller boy blushes, shrugging, foot in his mouth. "Alright then, put them on."
Chanyeol hasn't put on a bra since that dare in middle school and feels just as weird as it did then, more so with the feathers and lace. He catches Baekhyun's gaze for just a moment, the latter staring with a new kind of lust and hunger than previously and Chanyeol's mouth goes dry.
"God," Baekhyun groans, walking around his boyfriend, admiring the way the ribbons look against Chanyeol's skin, trailing his hand over the nylon thigh-highs, smirking at the goosebumps under his fingertips. "You don't even know how fucking good you look."
Baekhyun continues the motion, cupping Chanyeol's cock and squeezing just enough to get a reaction. And he does, a quiet gasp and some fidgeting, the taller boy feeling himself get hard just with his boyfriend's light touches. He doesn't dare move, letting Baekhyun poke and prod until Chanyeol's covered in goosebumps.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" the older boy teases, pressing the heel of his palm against impossibly hard erection, watching his change in expression closely.
Chanyeol hisses through his teeth, groaning as Baekhyun continues to stroke him, the sensation of the lace adding another layer of pleasure on top of everything else. His skin is on fire with every touch and he struggles to find the words.
"Oh fuck," he groans, broken and hoarse. "Just don't stop."
But Baekhyun does anyways, pushing Chanyeol back on the bed with a shove. "Too bad."
The younger boy goes to protest this but is quickly and effectively stopped when Baekhyun secures something beneath his chin.
“What-”
"Shut the fuck up," he demands, hand suddenly on top of the choker, tightening his grip on Chanyeol's neck.
Usually, an angry Baekhyun is definitely bad news but the intense look on his face makes Chanyeol groan, still struggling to breathe.
And just as if they're perfectly in sync, Baekhyun lets up just Chanyeol's about to tap out, giving him a short moment to recover before forcing his head back again.
"The collar looks cute," he observes, watching Chanyeol's neck strain against it, not quite able to inhale as deeply as he wants. It keeps him dizzy and he can't help but enjoy the feeling.
"But first things first," he continues, walking over to the side of the bed, next to Chanyeol. The older boy lifts the other's chin with his finger, forcing their eyes to meet. "What's my name?"
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow. "Baekhyun?"
The answer is obviously very wrong by the way the grip on his chin tightens indefinitely, constricting his breathing.
Baekhyun clears his throat. "I said, what's my name? Be a good boy and say my name."
Everything clicks in an instant and Chanyeol blinks, shifting slightly in an attempt to get more air into his lungs.
"Daddy," he breathes, desperate and ready.
It's almost stupid how Chanyeol's heart swells at the satisfied smirk Baekhyun gives him before he walks back to the closet.
"Baby's going to be such a good boy for daddy right?" Baekhyun smirks,
"Yes, yes. I'll be so good for you." Chanyeol's voice wavers despite trying to stay calm and collected. He's both excited and anxious for what comes next. Baekhyun doesn't miss the way the younger boy glances nervously around the room as he digs around in the drawer. He feels Baekhyun’s hands all over him, parting his legs for a moment before something cold and slick enters him without warning. Chanyeol lets out a surprised yelp, followed by wanton moan as Baekhyun pushes the plug in further.
Baekhyun's lips are soft and sweet when he kisses Chanyeol, brushing the hair from his eyes in a courteous gesture. "Daddy will be good to you too, okay? Don't worry."
"I trust you," Chanyeol whispers as Baekhyun pulls him by the collar to the edge of the bed, pushing him to his knees. Baekhyun leans back against the mattress, beaconing his boyfriend to kneel on the floor in front of him.
“I’m sure you know what to do, baby,” he whispers, Chanyeol’s shaking hands reaching out to tug the waistband of Baekhyun’s pants down over his hips. His cock is hard and thick, heavy in Chanyeol’s hands. The moment he sucks the head into his mouth Baekhyun secures his hand to the back of his boyfriend’s neck, taking control immediately.
Baekhyun doesn't let up, grabbing Chanyeol's hair roughly, holding him in place as he fucks the younger boy's mouth without restraint.
"Look at you," Baekhyun teases, breathless, "such a slut for my cock."
Chanyeol blinks the tears from his eyes, jaw numb but he loves it, he never would've guessed he'd love it so much. He feels his balance falter and he grapples for some stability, grabbing Baekhyun's thigh. The latter slows for just a moment but Chanyeol urges him on, pulling him closer.
"Oh, fuck," Baekhyun groans, "open your mouth."
Chanyeol obliges, sticking his tongue out as Baekhyun comes with another, all over the younger boy's face.
Baekhyun wipes come cum about to drip off Chanyeol's chin and sticks his fingers in the brunet's mouth, eyes lidded as he licks it off.
"Good boy," he praises, caressing his boyfriend's cheek, letting Chanyeol wipe the rest off with a bed sheet.
"It it my turn, daddy?" he asks, feigning innocence, making a face when he hops back onto the bed, pushing the butt plug further in his ass.
Baekhyun crawls over to him, positioning him over his lap. Chanyeol feels a soft hand smooth over his back, down and around his ass to the back of his thighs, yanking the plug out with no warning. the younger boy whines, then yelps, as something else slick and cold replaces it. Baekhyun slips on a cock ring and it's almost too much to process until he hears the click, the vibration of the new plug sends a shiver up his spine.
"If you can be a good boy while daddy spanks you, then baby can have his turn, okay?" Baekhyun coos, letting Chanyeol answer with a weak "yes daddy" before tying the gag around his mouth.
The first few hurt, his cock slowly hardening again as the blinding pain becomes numb pleasure, the added vibration helping to ebb the sting.
"You're being so good Chanyeol," Baekhyun all but moans into his ear, bumping the notch on the vibrator up a few.
Chanyeol groans, the force of Baekhyun's slaps sending him to his elbows, doing all he can to not fall forward. Tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes as the hits get harder and the vibrations become increasingly intense. It becomes almost unbearable, his cock throbs in time with every strike of Baekhyun's hand. The muscles in Chanyeol's arms ache in the best way and he finally gives in, collapsing forward. Even with his face pressed rather uncomfortably into the mattress, he manages a sob, tears flowing over as all the sensations wash over him in waves. He’s trying so hard not to come, to be good for daddy. But Baekhyun doesn't stop, pushing the vibrator to the highest setting, the harsh noise of skin against skin echoing louder than Chanyeol's whimpering. His whole body shakes and despite Baekhyun's endless praise, he can't take it anymore. With as much energy as Chanyeol can manage, he pulls the gag halfway from his mouth, breathing heavily for a moment before reaching for Baekhyun's thigh.
“Too much, daddy please,” he chokes, squirming in Baekhyun’s lap.
He switches off the vibrator, letting Chanyeol collect himself, whining and breathing hard. “You’re such a good boy,” Baekhyun says, rubbing the younger boy’s back gently.
After a moment he sits up, taking the control from Baekhyun's hand and switching it on again. The latter watches the motion with curiosity, still feeling Chanyeol tremble beneath his fingertips.
"So daddy," he begins, rolling off Baekhyun's lap and lying on the bed next to him. "Have I really been a good boy? Is it my turn now?" His voice is wreck but still a little playful and takes Baekhyun a little by surprise.
The older boy's look of shock shifts to satisfaction and he smiles, reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing a set of handcuffs. "Of course baby. Daddy will be good to you, I promise."
Baekhyun approaches everything with caution but Chanyeol knows he can take this. He keeps his mouth shut to avoid being punished but when he can tell Baekhyun is purposely holding back, he risks it, heart beating faster at just the thought of what Baekhyun will do.
"Daddy, you're going too slow," he whines, "Fuck me better."
Baekhyun's hand is around Chanyeol's throat in a second, his sharp glare hiding just a hint of a smirk. The latter gasps, pleasantly surprised at the reaction.
"Did I give you permission to talk back to me? Do you know what happens to bad little boys who disrespect daddy?"
He's swimming in pleasure now, light headed and in the clouds. He's feeling daring, he wants to see what'll happen. He needs more now. There’s no holding back anymore.
"Show me," Chanyeol breathes and Baekhyun lets go right as his vision goes fuzzy.
Baekhyun tightens the collar just enough so if Chanyeol strains his head the right way, he'll struggle to breathe. Without much warning, a blindfold blocks his sight, he can only feel Baekhyun's hands on him, as the latter switches the toys for new ones. Chanyeol's heart races in anticipation.
"How does this feel baby?" he hears Baekhyun ask, followed by the sound and feeling of a different vibration than before. It makes him feel warm, already on edge, ring snug around the base of his cock.
"Feels good," is the response. He's so close already.
Baekhyun starts off slow, teasing Chanyeol relentlessly for what seems like forever. His body grows hotter and hotter, skin nearly on fire. He wants to hold off for as long as he can, to make this feeling last. But Chanyeol can’t help but tremble with the effort it takes and he whines and moans with every stroke to his cock.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Baekhyun teases, giving Chanyeol’s dick a tight squeeze.
“Oh yes, daddy,” moans the younger boy, jaw slack, breathing heavily.
Baekhyun ups the intensity and leans over to mouth at Chanyeol’s chest, leaving bruises and bite marks. He takes a nipple between his teeth and pulls, twisting the other with his fingers. The other boy is left just short of screaming from the sensations.
“You can’t come until I say so,” Baekhyun says simply.
He drags it out for as long as he can, edging Chanyeol over and over again. The latter’s face is flushed and beads of sweat roll down his neck. Everything feels so good and Chanyeol doesn’t want it to end, even through the desperate need for release. It gets worse and worse until he can’t stop whining, canting his hips, thighs shaking, the knot in his gut so tight from the need to come.
"I can't- I can't take it," Chanyeol nearly sobs, wrists straining against the cuffs at his attempts to pull out his own hair. All of his nerves are on fire and his skin is burning up at Baekhyun's touch. He's aching, for release or pleasure or literally anything at this point. Baekhyun stares him down, unmoving, the vibrator still inside his boyfriend. Chanyeol screams, frustrated beyond belief, beyond words. Tears roll down his cheeks and Baekhyun is quick to wipe them away with a kiss.
"Tell daddy what you want," he says, low and deep in his ear.
"Daddy," Chanyeol chokes out, "daddy, plea-ah!"
Baekhyun starts again, faster and harder than before. The pain and pleasure is blinding as he turns the knob all the way up, taking over every sensation in Chanyeol's body until he physically can't handle it.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Baekhyun asks softly, slowly down just enough to get another frustrated groan out of Chanyeol. The latter nods, unable to form words anymore.
In one swift motion, Baekhyun takes off the cock ring and replaces it with his mouth, wrapping his lips around in time for Chanyeol to come down his throat. Every sensation rushes forward at once and Chanyeol moans, loud and broken and hoarse and desperate and his climax hits and sends him over the edge.
Baekhyun fucks him through it till Chanyeol’s grabbing at his arms to stop. He makes quick word of untying all the restraints and removing all the toys and accessories as Chanyeol comes down from the high. When they’re finally free of everything, Baekhyun lies down beside him, taking a deep breath as they both settle into the sheets.
Baekhyun rests his palm over the curve of Chanyeol's cheek. He hasn't opened his eyes yet, mouth still open and breathing heavily.
"Are you okay, baby?" the older boy whispers, pressing a fleeting kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.
"I can't feel my legs. Or my arms. Or anything, actually." Chanyeol laughs, finally looking up at Baekhyun and his loving smile. He takes a deep breath. "Wow."
A hand slides between Chanyeol's thighs, rubbing small, gentle circles over the bruises and bite marks.
"Wow is right, you're still shaking."
Baekhyun leans down, catching the other boy's open mouth in a sweet kiss, slow and languid. They're both thoroughly exhausted and sweaty and covered in various other things and moving within the next few minutes is out of the question. Chanyeol gathers enough energy to thread his fingers through the hair on the nape of his boyfriend's neck, pulling him closer. The sound of rain against the window pane sets the atmosphere at a much needed calm, the air around them finally settling into the chilly autumn evening.
"You didn't answer my question though..." The brunet props himself up on one elbow, absentmindedly playing with Chanyeol's ears.
The latter hums, leaning into the touch. "What question?"
"Are you okay?" Baekhyun asks seriously.
Chanyeol looks him straight in the eyes. "Of course. I guess sometimes I gotta get put back in my place... Or something." He laughs it off but Baekhyun's resolve stays solid.
"I wasn't too rough?"
"Nope. It was nothing I truly couldn't handle."
"I didn't make you feel really uncomfortable or anything?"
It takes a moment for Chanyeol to think about it, glancing up at the ceiling. "I honestly haven't wet myself since I was like, six or something, so I mean... That was new. But not exactly uncomfortable."
Baekhyun blushes beet red. It sounds like he says "I really liked that part" but Chanyeol isn't too sure with how he mumbles it under his breath.
"But, seriously, Baek, that was... There honestly aren't words to describe how good you are to me," he smiles up at him for a second before smirking. "Right, daddy?"
Baekhyun laughs aloud, sitting up. "Of course, my baby boy." He bops him on the nose with his index finger and Chanyeol lifts up in a mock attempt to bite it. "I don't think you know how good you are to me, either."
He leaves his boyfriend on the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The shower starts and Chanyeol looks up, puppy dog eyes and pouty lips already prepared as Baekhyun stands in the doorway, hip cocked, head resting against the frame.
"What? You think I'd shower without you?"
Chanyeol nods, considering he'll probably be sore for a few days.
"Do you want daddy to come and help you?"
They both laugh and Baekhyun leads him by the wrist into the bathroom, Chanyeol already trapping him in a kiss before the door even closes.
Prompt #: 216
Title: please
Word Counts: 3,948
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: nc-17
Warning(s): omorashi, daddy kink, top!baek, breath play, spanking, sex toys, excessive use of the word 'please', lingerie?? kink??, orgasm denial, bondage and the kitchen sink
Disclaimer: The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: sometimes chanyeol needs to be put in his place and baekhyun has just the plan to show him who’s really in charge
Author's Note: i’m sorry mom please forgive my sins
"Honey, I'm home!" Chanyeol sing songs, closing the front door behind him.
Their small apartment in the city isn't much, but it's got a great view and it's just enough for the two of them. It seems unusually quiet however, and Chanyeol takes a few steps into the living room after toeing off his loafers. He's about to send another "hello" but it the wind is knocked from his chest as his back hits the wall.
"Took you long enough," someone growls low and deep in his ear.
"Well, hello to you to, Baek," the taller boy laughs uneasily, surprised by his long-time boyfriend's sudden behavior.
Baekhyun yanks him down by the tie and crushes his mouth to Chanyeol's, the latter parting his lips slightly although still sort of confused.
"It's about time I show you who's really in charge here. And we're gonna do it right now."
"Right now?" Chanyeol panics.
"Yes, right now," Baekhyun replies, dragging his boyfriend away by the tie.
"But can't I like, get ready or something? Can I go to the bathroom and change?"
Baekhyun shakes his head, shoving the taller boy into the bedroom and shutting the door.
"I know how much you hate going at work so I thought I'd surprise you." He animatedly gestures to the chair next to the side table, smiling, feigning innocence.
Chanyeol laughs uneasily for the second time, still in a little shock and disbelief. He shifts, suddenly much more desperate than he was a few minutes ago. "I seriously can't like, prepare for this or anything?"
"Nope," Baekhyun says enthusiastically, pushing Chanyeol back into the chair with small, delicate hands on the latter's broad chest.
"We have so much to do and I intend on taking my sweet time showing you who's really in control," the shorter boy adds, digging through the drawer of the table, returning with an assortment of chains and belts and the like.
The rope is rough and scratchy on Chanyeol's bare ankles, tight, but not too tight, just enough to fool him into believing that he can somehow shimmy his way free. Not that he would at this point, the curiosity and slight nervousness causing butterflies to swarm in his gut. That, of course, makes the desperation worse and Chanyeol's on edge, startled when the cold metal touches his wrists, clicking into place.
He's too busy toying with the new confinements that he doesn't notice Baekhyun returning with two glasses of water. He approaches Chanyeol without warning and leaves no room for protest as Chanyeol downs both with little difficulty.
"That should speed things up a little," Baekhyun says, satisfied. "I have just a few more things to prepare so just wait a little, okay baby?"
Chanyeol nods. He watches his boyfriend run around the bedroom for a bit, lighting candles and rummaging around in drawers while his desperation increases two fold. It's getting to be too much and his heart rate jumps, not sure what Baekhyun intends to do.
The handcuffs jingle as Chanyeol shifts, uselessly fighting against his restraints. He whines, breathy and broken and Baekhyun smirks.
"How do you feel, baby?" the older boy asks, tilting his boyfriend's chin up with a finger. He gives him a chaste kiss just to tease.
Chanyeol pouts, shifting and readjusting restlessly. "I feel like I'm going to explode," he grumbles.
"This is... You know, I've imagined this for a while but actually seeing it is something else," Baekhyun laughs, holding up a few different belts before settling on one. He makes his way over to Chanyeol, ignoring his 'Baek what are you doing?' and securing the belt snug around his stomach.
Chanyeol tries to fight the urge to whine and instead takes a deep breath. "What do you mean you've imagined this for a while?"
Baekhyun sits down on the bed, admiring his handiwork and watching his boyfriend squirm in the chair. "I always thought what it would be like to make you submit to me."
Chanyeol groans, from the desperation and the look on Baekhyun's face. Somehow he always knew he was wrapped around the older boy's finger. It was only a matter of time before he'd let Baekhyun take control.
"It's about time I put you in your place, hm?"
"Baekhyun, I really, really have to go. Please," Chanyeol nearly begs.
Baekhyun tightens the belt one notch more and the taller boy lets out a quiet whimper at the added pressure.
The older boy stops for a minute, eyebrows furrowed. He turns, a serious expression on his face. "You remember the safe word, right? You can stop me at anytime."
Not quite expecting that comment, Chanyeol takes a deep breath, considering the fibers of their gray carpet. He looks back up. "Yes, I know."
Chanyeol, however, does expect the immediate switch in tone when Baekhyun yanks his head back by the hair.
"Next time, look me in the eyes when you speak to me, alright baby?"
Chanyeol swallows hard. He ponders for a moment why they haven't tried this already.
Time passes painfully slow for Chanyeol, the desperation taking over all of his senses bit by bit. The restraints keep his movement to a minimum despite his attempts to relieve some pressure. His thighs tremble and he fidgets in an effort to distract himself. The feeling gets progressively worse and worse, bladder straining against the waistband of his slacks. Chanyeol can't stop moving, nearly vibrating in his chair. Baekhyun listens to him curse about it, admiring the flush on his boyfriend's helpless face. He can tell Chanyeol's reaching his breaking point.
"What's wrong, baby?" he coos, "Do you have to go?"
"Fuck, I can't hold it anymore. Baekhyun, please," Chanyeol whines. "Can you at least-- shit, untie my legs, please..."
"Fucking beg for it," Baekhyun demands, voice low and deep, "Tell me how bad you want it."
Chanyeol opens his mouth only for his mind to go blank, instead he lets out a weak, "really, really bad" and a swear or two.
Baekhyun's obviously not satisfied and he tightens the belt with a sharp tug and Chanyeol gasps, feeling his control slip away. It starts to show on the front of his slacks and Chanyeol panics, trying as hard as he can to hold back.
"Please, please, Baek- I'm not g-gonna make it please, please," he pleads, biting his lip. All the pressure on his stomach is released at once and he almost cries from joy, only to feel Baekhyun's hand against the waistband of his pants.
"Hold it," he says, slowly pushing harder and harder. Chanyeol shakes his head, making one last futile attempt at escaping. He can tell Baekhyun is hard, how his dick presses against his sweats and how much this turns him on.
"Please, Baek, I can't hold- fuck," Chanyeol says weakly, finally giving in when Baekhyun presses his entire palm against his stomach. "N-no, oh God. I can't stop it, fuck."
Baekhyun takes a shaky inhale, watching Chanyeol lose control, watching the look of relief on his face. It's so much better than anything he'd imagined, even the little breaths and moans he continues to make, the way his dress pants go from gray to black.
"God, that felt so good," Chanyeol mumbles, cheeks a rosy red. "But uh, can you untie me now, please?"
After Baekhyun frees Chanyeol from the chair and his clothes, he manages to wipe himself down with a damp towel he flops on the bed, rubbing his wrists and ankles.
Chanyeol hears the drawer shut and his boyfriend returns, standing in front of him expectantly.
"Here," Baekhyun nods, holding out a set of lingerie, stockings and all.
"Wait, am I wearing this?"
Baekhyun makes a face. "Yes. Why do you think I'm holding this out for you?"
Chanyeol examines the garments carefully, turning them over in his hand, sizing up the pink feathers and lace. "Are you sure this isn't too... emasculating?"
"Is there something wrong will being feminine, Chanyeol?" Baekhyun eyes him incredulously. The taller boy blushes, shrugging, foot in his mouth. "Alright then, put them on."
Chanyeol hasn't put on a bra since that dare in middle school and feels just as weird as it did then, more so with the feathers and lace. He catches Baekhyun's gaze for just a moment, the latter staring with a new kind of lust and hunger than previously and Chanyeol's mouth goes dry.
"God," Baekhyun groans, walking around his boyfriend, admiring the way the ribbons look against Chanyeol's skin, trailing his hand over the nylon thigh-highs, smirking at the goosebumps under his fingertips. "You don't even know how fucking good you look."
Baekhyun continues the motion, cupping Chanyeol's cock and squeezing just enough to get a reaction. And he does, a quiet gasp and some fidgeting, the taller boy feeling himself get hard just with his boyfriend's light touches. He doesn't dare move, letting Baekhyun poke and prod until Chanyeol's covered in goosebumps.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" the older boy teases, pressing the heel of his palm against impossibly hard erection, watching his change in expression closely.
Chanyeol hisses through his teeth, groaning as Baekhyun continues to stroke him, the sensation of the lace adding another layer of pleasure on top of everything else. His skin is on fire with every touch and he struggles to find the words.
"Oh fuck," he groans, broken and hoarse. "Just don't stop."
But Baekhyun does anyways, pushing Chanyeol back on the bed with a shove. "Too bad."
The younger boy goes to protest this but is quickly and effectively stopped when Baekhyun secures something beneath his chin.
“What-”
"Shut the fuck up," he demands, hand suddenly on top of the choker, tightening his grip on Chanyeol's neck.
Usually, an angry Baekhyun is definitely bad news but the intense look on his face makes Chanyeol groan, still struggling to breathe.
And just as if they're perfectly in sync, Baekhyun lets up just Chanyeol's about to tap out, giving him a short moment to recover before forcing his head back again.
"The collar looks cute," he observes, watching Chanyeol's neck strain against it, not quite able to inhale as deeply as he wants. It keeps him dizzy and he can't help but enjoy the feeling.
"But first things first," he continues, walking over to the side of the bed, next to Chanyeol. The older boy lifts the other's chin with his finger, forcing their eyes to meet. "What's my name?"
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow. "Baekhyun?"
The answer is obviously very wrong by the way the grip on his chin tightens indefinitely, constricting his breathing.
Baekhyun clears his throat. "I said, what's my name? Be a good boy and say my name."
Everything clicks in an instant and Chanyeol blinks, shifting slightly in an attempt to get more air into his lungs.
"Daddy," he breathes, desperate and ready.
It's almost stupid how Chanyeol's heart swells at the satisfied smirk Baekhyun gives him before he walks back to the closet.
"Baby's going to be such a good boy for daddy right?" Baekhyun smirks,
"Yes, yes. I'll be so good for you." Chanyeol's voice wavers despite trying to stay calm and collected. He's both excited and anxious for what comes next. Baekhyun doesn't miss the way the younger boy glances nervously around the room as he digs around in the drawer. He feels Baekhyun’s hands all over him, parting his legs for a moment before something cold and slick enters him without warning. Chanyeol lets out a surprised yelp, followed by wanton moan as Baekhyun pushes the plug in further.
Baekhyun's lips are soft and sweet when he kisses Chanyeol, brushing the hair from his eyes in a courteous gesture. "Daddy will be good to you too, okay? Don't worry."
"I trust you," Chanyeol whispers as Baekhyun pulls him by the collar to the edge of the bed, pushing him to his knees. Baekhyun leans back against the mattress, beaconing his boyfriend to kneel on the floor in front of him.
“I’m sure you know what to do, baby,” he whispers, Chanyeol’s shaking hands reaching out to tug the waistband of Baekhyun’s pants down over his hips. His cock is hard and thick, heavy in Chanyeol’s hands. The moment he sucks the head into his mouth Baekhyun secures his hand to the back of his boyfriend’s neck, taking control immediately.
Baekhyun doesn't let up, grabbing Chanyeol's hair roughly, holding him in place as he fucks the younger boy's mouth without restraint.
"Look at you," Baekhyun teases, breathless, "such a slut for my cock."
Chanyeol blinks the tears from his eyes, jaw numb but he loves it, he never would've guessed he'd love it so much. He feels his balance falter and he grapples for some stability, grabbing Baekhyun's thigh. The latter slows for just a moment but Chanyeol urges him on, pulling him closer.
"Oh, fuck," Baekhyun groans, "open your mouth."
Chanyeol obliges, sticking his tongue out as Baekhyun comes with another, all over the younger boy's face.
Baekhyun wipes come cum about to drip off Chanyeol's chin and sticks his fingers in the brunet's mouth, eyes lidded as he licks it off.
"Good boy," he praises, caressing his boyfriend's cheek, letting Chanyeol wipe the rest off with a bed sheet.
"It it my turn, daddy?" he asks, feigning innocence, making a face when he hops back onto the bed, pushing the butt plug further in his ass.
Baekhyun crawls over to him, positioning him over his lap. Chanyeol feels a soft hand smooth over his back, down and around his ass to the back of his thighs, yanking the plug out with no warning. the younger boy whines, then yelps, as something else slick and cold replaces it. Baekhyun slips on a cock ring and it's almost too much to process until he hears the click, the vibration of the new plug sends a shiver up his spine.
"If you can be a good boy while daddy spanks you, then baby can have his turn, okay?" Baekhyun coos, letting Chanyeol answer with a weak "yes daddy" before tying the gag around his mouth.
The first few hurt, his cock slowly hardening again as the blinding pain becomes numb pleasure, the added vibration helping to ebb the sting.
"You're being so good Chanyeol," Baekhyun all but moans into his ear, bumping the notch on the vibrator up a few.
Chanyeol groans, the force of Baekhyun's slaps sending him to his elbows, doing all he can to not fall forward. Tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes as the hits get harder and the vibrations become increasingly intense. It becomes almost unbearable, his cock throbs in time with every strike of Baekhyun's hand. The muscles in Chanyeol's arms ache in the best way and he finally gives in, collapsing forward. Even with his face pressed rather uncomfortably into the mattress, he manages a sob, tears flowing over as all the sensations wash over him in waves. He’s trying so hard not to come, to be good for daddy. But Baekhyun doesn't stop, pushing the vibrator to the highest setting, the harsh noise of skin against skin echoing louder than Chanyeol's whimpering. His whole body shakes and despite Baekhyun's endless praise, he can't take it anymore. With as much energy as Chanyeol can manage, he pulls the gag halfway from his mouth, breathing heavily for a moment before reaching for Baekhyun's thigh.
“Too much, daddy please,” he chokes, squirming in Baekhyun’s lap.
He switches off the vibrator, letting Chanyeol collect himself, whining and breathing hard. “You’re such a good boy,” Baekhyun says, rubbing the younger boy’s back gently.
After a moment he sits up, taking the control from Baekhyun's hand and switching it on again. The latter watches the motion with curiosity, still feeling Chanyeol tremble beneath his fingertips.
"So daddy," he begins, rolling off Baekhyun's lap and lying on the bed next to him. "Have I really been a good boy? Is it my turn now?" His voice is wreck but still a little playful and takes Baekhyun a little by surprise.
The older boy's look of shock shifts to satisfaction and he smiles, reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing a set of handcuffs. "Of course baby. Daddy will be good to you, I promise."
Baekhyun approaches everything with caution but Chanyeol knows he can take this. He keeps his mouth shut to avoid being punished but when he can tell Baekhyun is purposely holding back, he risks it, heart beating faster at just the thought of what Baekhyun will do.
"Daddy, you're going too slow," he whines, "Fuck me better."
Baekhyun's hand is around Chanyeol's throat in a second, his sharp glare hiding just a hint of a smirk. The latter gasps, pleasantly surprised at the reaction.
"Did I give you permission to talk back to me? Do you know what happens to bad little boys who disrespect daddy?"
He's swimming in pleasure now, light headed and in the clouds. He's feeling daring, he wants to see what'll happen. He needs more now. There’s no holding back anymore.
"Show me," Chanyeol breathes and Baekhyun lets go right as his vision goes fuzzy.
Baekhyun tightens the collar just enough so if Chanyeol strains his head the right way, he'll struggle to breathe. Without much warning, a blindfold blocks his sight, he can only feel Baekhyun's hands on him, as the latter switches the toys for new ones. Chanyeol's heart races in anticipation.
"How does this feel baby?" he hears Baekhyun ask, followed by the sound and feeling of a different vibration than before. It makes him feel warm, already on edge, ring snug around the base of his cock.
"Feels good," is the response. He's so close already.
Baekhyun starts off slow, teasing Chanyeol relentlessly for what seems like forever. His body grows hotter and hotter, skin nearly on fire. He wants to hold off for as long as he can, to make this feeling last. But Chanyeol can’t help but tremble with the effort it takes and he whines and moans with every stroke to his cock.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Baekhyun teases, giving Chanyeol’s dick a tight squeeze.
“Oh yes, daddy,” moans the younger boy, jaw slack, breathing heavily.
Baekhyun ups the intensity and leans over to mouth at Chanyeol’s chest, leaving bruises and bite marks. He takes a nipple between his teeth and pulls, twisting the other with his fingers. The other boy is left just short of screaming from the sensations.
“You can’t come until I say so,” Baekhyun says simply.
He drags it out for as long as he can, edging Chanyeol over and over again. The latter’s face is flushed and beads of sweat roll down his neck. Everything feels so good and Chanyeol doesn’t want it to end, even through the desperate need for release. It gets worse and worse until he can’t stop whining, canting his hips, thighs shaking, the knot in his gut so tight from the need to come.
"I can't- I can't take it," Chanyeol nearly sobs, wrists straining against the cuffs at his attempts to pull out his own hair. All of his nerves are on fire and his skin is burning up at Baekhyun's touch. He's aching, for release or pleasure or literally anything at this point. Baekhyun stares him down, unmoving, the vibrator still inside his boyfriend. Chanyeol screams, frustrated beyond belief, beyond words. Tears roll down his cheeks and Baekhyun is quick to wipe them away with a kiss.
"Tell daddy what you want," he says, low and deep in his ear.
"Daddy," Chanyeol chokes out, "daddy, plea-ah!"
Baekhyun starts again, faster and harder than before. The pain and pleasure is blinding as he turns the knob all the way up, taking over every sensation in Chanyeol's body until he physically can't handle it.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Baekhyun asks softly, slowly down just enough to get another frustrated groan out of Chanyeol. The latter nods, unable to form words anymore.
In one swift motion, Baekhyun takes off the cock ring and replaces it with his mouth, wrapping his lips around in time for Chanyeol to come down his throat. Every sensation rushes forward at once and Chanyeol moans, loud and broken and hoarse and desperate and his climax hits and sends him over the edge.
Baekhyun fucks him through it till Chanyeol’s grabbing at his arms to stop. He makes quick word of untying all the restraints and removing all the toys and accessories as Chanyeol comes down from the high. When they’re finally free of everything, Baekhyun lies down beside him, taking a deep breath as they both settle into the sheets.
Baekhyun rests his palm over the curve of Chanyeol's cheek. He hasn't opened his eyes yet, mouth still open and breathing heavily.
"Are you okay, baby?" the older boy whispers, pressing a fleeting kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.
"I can't feel my legs. Or my arms. Or anything, actually." Chanyeol laughs, finally looking up at Baekhyun and his loving smile. He takes a deep breath. "Wow."
A hand slides between Chanyeol's thighs, rubbing small, gentle circles over the bruises and bite marks.
"Wow is right, you're still shaking."
Baekhyun leans down, catching the other boy's open mouth in a sweet kiss, slow and languid. They're both thoroughly exhausted and sweaty and covered in various other things and moving within the next few minutes is out of the question. Chanyeol gathers enough energy to thread his fingers through the hair on the nape of his boyfriend's neck, pulling him closer. The sound of rain against the window pane sets the atmosphere at a much needed calm, the air around them finally settling into the chilly autumn evening.
"You didn't answer my question though..." The brunet props himself up on one elbow, absentmindedly playing with Chanyeol's ears.
The latter hums, leaning into the touch. "What question?"
"Are you okay?" Baekhyun asks seriously.
Chanyeol looks him straight in the eyes. "Of course. I guess sometimes I gotta get put back in my place... Or something." He laughs it off but Baekhyun's resolve stays solid.
"I wasn't too rough?"
"Nope. It was nothing I truly couldn't handle."
"I didn't make you feel really uncomfortable or anything?"
It takes a moment for Chanyeol to think about it, glancing up at the ceiling. "I honestly haven't wet myself since I was like, six or something, so I mean... That was new. But not exactly uncomfortable."
Baekhyun blushes beet red. It sounds like he says "I really liked that part" but Chanyeol isn't too sure with how he mumbles it under his breath.
"But, seriously, Baek, that was... There honestly aren't words to describe how good you are to me," he smiles up at him for a second before smirking. "Right, daddy?"
Baekhyun laughs aloud, sitting up. "Of course, my baby boy." He bops him on the nose with his index finger and Chanyeol lifts up in a mock attempt to bite it. "I don't think you know how good you are to me, either."
He leaves his boyfriend on the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The shower starts and Chanyeol looks up, puppy dog eyes and pouty lips already prepared as Baekhyun stands in the doorway, hip cocked, head resting against the frame.
"What? You think I'd shower without you?"
Chanyeol nods, considering he'll probably be sore for a few days.
"Do you want daddy to come and help you?"
They both laugh and Baekhyun leads him by the wrist into the bathroom, Chanyeol already trapping him in a kiss before the door even closes.