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Pairing: Baekhyun/Baekhyun
Rating: R
Word Count: 1268
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It's a secret kink he has that he doesn't share with the rest of the other members: a dirty secret laced with silk and ribbons. He wears them on Saturdays, when he refuses to take showers with other members. He says it's because he needs alone relaxation time-- and it is true to an extent. Baekhyun feels most relaxed when he strips his pants down to his ankles to reveal milky white thighs leading up to small, frail panties that are red with polka dots. There is a white ribbon that lays on top, accenting his thin waist and he murmurs his approvals.
He turns around, back facing the mirror and twists his body to admire the back of his legs, almost girlish except for his leg hairs. He thinks his butt is cute too, and he could pull off for a very nice girl.
“Byun Baekhyun, you are daebak,” he whispers. His hands trail lower, thin fingers cupping his butt, rubbing the material with his thumbs. It feels good.
The door is locked, no one is home, but Baekhyun still feels the thrill of being vulnerable. He bends down, on all fours, wiggling his butt in front of the mirror and he pretends there is someone there to admire his good looks. He is not Byun Baekhyun, vocalist of EXO; right now he is Byun Baekhyun, amateur slut.
“You look so good,” he purrs, getting excited at his own voice. He’s heady for his own voice, it’s unsettling and exciting. He reaches back with one hand, a finger poking softly at his covered entrance.
He wonders how long he can last being a tease.
Baekhyun knows he’s not flaccid, but he’s not quite hard but he wants to see himself getting hot and bothered without touching himself. He wants to see for himself that he’s just that good, because he knows he is. His knees begin to ache, so he turns around, spreading his legs in front of the mirror. He’s surprised by his smoldering gaze, filled with excited mischief.
“You know the only thing that would make this even better?” It’s a question said out loud to an audience of none, but he’s eager to answer to himself.
“Makeup,” Baekhyun chirps. There is stuff scattered all over his room and it’s not too hard to find eyeliner lying on the floor. He presses his body up to the mirror, hissing in delight at how his nipples harden at the cold. His eyeliner is applied carefully, sloped to make his eyes look bigger with a girlish innocence. He pouts at himself in the mirror, discarding the tube of eyeliner to the side.
“Oppa,” he whines, “why are you so pretty?”
He bites his dry lips, winking at the mirror before settling back in his previous position in front of the mirror. His eyes trail his hands that wander over his pert nipples and down to the inside of his thighs, where he spreads his legs as wide as they’ll go.
“Oppa, why are you so flexible? It’s not fair to all the girls who want to be just like you.” He reprimands himself for being so damn perfect, it’s not like he can help it. That is why he’s an idol after all.
He snaps at the elastics on the sides of his panties, it doesn’t sting but the sensation goes straight to his cock. His cock stretches the flimsy material, and he pulls the sides down a little lower so his hipbones are fully exposed.
Baekhyun bounces his butt on the floor and he imagines there’s a huge dick that’s craving for his delectable ass. Everyone wants to fuck his ass, it’s so fucking perky and firm. He watches himself in the mirror with growing anticipation as his cock grows harder until the tip peeks out from under.
“Hey little guy,” he croons. The pink tip smears precum and ruins the underwear, but that’s okay because he has more in his drawer, hidden under his socks. He’s waited long enough, he figures. He’s only too delighted to find how receptive he is to his own touch. At first he palms himself over the cute underwear before shifting it to the side and letting his cock spring free. He’s not like Chanyeol, who jerks off fast and furiously. His fingers dance over his erection, nails lightly grazing until he’s shuddering with goosebumps.
He has all the time in the world to smear pre-cum all over his dick, slicking himself up.
“You are the reason why boys don't wear panties,” Baekhyun pouts. He admonishes his cock, pushing it down and watching it spring back up.
Baekhyun brings his fingers up to his mouth, watching himself in the mirror sucking seductively. When his fingers are nice and wet, he brings them down to his entrance, one finger at a time. He looks so good, opened up just for himself.
“Hmmm, Baekhyun, you are such a dirty slut.” He tsks at himself, but he’s not ashamed at all, at least not when he is in privacy. Baekhyun drags his fingers out slowly, rubbing his fingers over his stretched entrance. He’s been playing for far too long, the members will come home soon. However, the thought of the members coming home and catching him is a cross of humiliation and horror (and it sparks the voyeur in him). It’s with this thought that he gets up and stumbles to unlock the door.
It’s not exactly considered confessing his kink if he’s doing it to an empty dorm, but if someone were to come back home, they would see Baekhyun out in full display with a leaking cock hanging out of a pair of soiled, red, ribboned and laced, polka-dotted panties. He pumps himself urgently in front of his room, in front of his open door.
He closes his eyes and imagines the members coming home. He imagines a stream of eleven voices flooding the dorm and Chanyeol will come in first because it’s their room. Then more people will come in, wondering why Chanyeol’s booming voice suddenly dies down and then Baekhyun will continue to pump himself in front of the display of people. It’s quiet, save for the hushed murmurs. He imagines that they’ll take out their dicks and blow their loads all over his body because he’s such a fucking slut. He’s a slut but he’s the damn prettiest one they’ve ever seen and they’ll all want his body but he’s the only one good enough for himself.
A few pumps later, Baekhyun creams himself and it takes him a minute to calm down. He opens his eyes and there’s no one there in the dorm except him. There is, however, cum all over the floor.
Baekhyun doesn’t bother tucking his penis back into his panties, letting them slip off his thighs. He wipes off the cum from the floor and discards all of the evidence. The only thing that lingers is the smell of sex wafting from his room, easily masked with air freshener. The sound of a key fitting into a lock is the only thing that alerts Baekhyun he doesn’t have a lot of time to dress. He runs to the bathroom with a pair of fresh pajamas and a towel. When everyone comes in, the shower begins to run.
“Baek, why didn’t you shower earlier,” Jongin complains, because now everyone wants to shower. Baekhyun giggles, because no one suspects a thing.
(Except maybe Joonmyun, because it’s his turn to take out the trash.)
(He doesn’t say anything because he has his own share of kinks.)
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Rating: R
Word Count: 1268
cr
It's a secret kink he has that he doesn't share with the rest of the other members: a dirty secret laced with silk and ribbons. He wears them on Saturdays, when he refuses to take showers with other members. He says it's because he needs alone relaxation time-- and it is true to an extent. Baekhyun feels most relaxed when he strips his pants down to his ankles to reveal milky white thighs leading up to small, frail panties that are red with polka dots. There is a white ribbon that lays on top, accenting his thin waist and he murmurs his approvals.
He turns around, back facing the mirror and twists his body to admire the back of his legs, almost girlish except for his leg hairs. He thinks his butt is cute too, and he could pull off for a very nice girl.
“Byun Baekhyun, you are daebak,” he whispers. His hands trail lower, thin fingers cupping his butt, rubbing the material with his thumbs. It feels good.
The door is locked, no one is home, but Baekhyun still feels the thrill of being vulnerable. He bends down, on all fours, wiggling his butt in front of the mirror and he pretends there is someone there to admire his good looks. He is not Byun Baekhyun, vocalist of EXO; right now he is Byun Baekhyun, amateur slut.
“You look so good,” he purrs, getting excited at his own voice. He’s heady for his own voice, it’s unsettling and exciting. He reaches back with one hand, a finger poking softly at his covered entrance.
He wonders how long he can last being a tease.
Baekhyun knows he’s not flaccid, but he’s not quite hard but he wants to see himself getting hot and bothered without touching himself. He wants to see for himself that he’s just that good, because he knows he is. His knees begin to ache, so he turns around, spreading his legs in front of the mirror. He’s surprised by his smoldering gaze, filled with excited mischief.
“You know the only thing that would make this even better?” It’s a question said out loud to an audience of none, but he’s eager to answer to himself.
“Makeup,” Baekhyun chirps. There is stuff scattered all over his room and it’s not too hard to find eyeliner lying on the floor. He presses his body up to the mirror, hissing in delight at how his nipples harden at the cold. His eyeliner is applied carefully, sloped to make his eyes look bigger with a girlish innocence. He pouts at himself in the mirror, discarding the tube of eyeliner to the side.
“Oppa,” he whines, “why are you so pretty?”
He bites his dry lips, winking at the mirror before settling back in his previous position in front of the mirror. His eyes trail his hands that wander over his pert nipples and down to the inside of his thighs, where he spreads his legs as wide as they’ll go.
“Oppa, why are you so flexible? It’s not fair to all the girls who want to be just like you.” He reprimands himself for being so damn perfect, it’s not like he can help it. That is why he’s an idol after all.
He snaps at the elastics on the sides of his panties, it doesn’t sting but the sensation goes straight to his cock. His cock stretches the flimsy material, and he pulls the sides down a little lower so his hipbones are fully exposed.
Baekhyun bounces his butt on the floor and he imagines there’s a huge dick that’s craving for his delectable ass. Everyone wants to fuck his ass, it’s so fucking perky and firm. He watches himself in the mirror with growing anticipation as his cock grows harder until the tip peeks out from under.
“Hey little guy,” he croons. The pink tip smears precum and ruins the underwear, but that’s okay because he has more in his drawer, hidden under his socks. He’s waited long enough, he figures. He’s only too delighted to find how receptive he is to his own touch. At first he palms himself over the cute underwear before shifting it to the side and letting his cock spring free. He’s not like Chanyeol, who jerks off fast and furiously. His fingers dance over his erection, nails lightly grazing until he’s shuddering with goosebumps.
He has all the time in the world to smear pre-cum all over his dick, slicking himself up.
“You are the reason why boys don't wear panties,” Baekhyun pouts. He admonishes his cock, pushing it down and watching it spring back up.
Baekhyun brings his fingers up to his mouth, watching himself in the mirror sucking seductively. When his fingers are nice and wet, he brings them down to his entrance, one finger at a time. He looks so good, opened up just for himself.
“Hmmm, Baekhyun, you are such a dirty slut.” He tsks at himself, but he’s not ashamed at all, at least not when he is in privacy. Baekhyun drags his fingers out slowly, rubbing his fingers over his stretched entrance. He’s been playing for far too long, the members will come home soon. However, the thought of the members coming home and catching him is a cross of humiliation and horror (and it sparks the voyeur in him). It’s with this thought that he gets up and stumbles to unlock the door.
It’s not exactly considered confessing his kink if he’s doing it to an empty dorm, but if someone were to come back home, they would see Baekhyun out in full display with a leaking cock hanging out of a pair of soiled, red, ribboned and laced, polka-dotted panties. He pumps himself urgently in front of his room, in front of his open door.
He closes his eyes and imagines the members coming home. He imagines a stream of eleven voices flooding the dorm and Chanyeol will come in first because it’s their room. Then more people will come in, wondering why Chanyeol’s booming voice suddenly dies down and then Baekhyun will continue to pump himself in front of the display of people. It’s quiet, save for the hushed murmurs. He imagines that they’ll take out their dicks and blow their loads all over his body because he’s such a fucking slut. He’s a slut but he’s the damn prettiest one they’ve ever seen and they’ll all want his body but he’s the only one good enough for himself.
A few pumps later, Baekhyun creams himself and it takes him a minute to calm down. He opens his eyes and there’s no one there in the dorm except him. There is, however, cum all over the floor.
Baekhyun doesn’t bother tucking his penis back into his panties, letting them slip off his thighs. He wipes off the cum from the floor and discards all of the evidence. The only thing that lingers is the smell of sex wafting from his room, easily masked with air freshener. The sound of a key fitting into a lock is the only thing that alerts Baekhyun he doesn’t have a lot of time to dress. He runs to the bathroom with a pair of fresh pajamas and a towel. When everyone comes in, the shower begins to run.
“Baek, why didn’t you shower earlier,” Jongin complains, because now everyone wants to shower. Baekhyun giggles, because no one suspects a thing.
(Except maybe Joonmyun, because it’s his turn to take out the trash.)
(He doesn’t say anything because he has his own share of kinks.)
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