Daddy's Baby Boo 6/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 6/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
Part 6:
A/N: Just so we're clear on ages and stuff. In this fic, both Yunho and Jaejoong are 32 years old.
Jaejoong was about to walk out the door when their doorbell rang. He opened it. A delivery man was there with two boxes.
“Delivery for Jung Yunho,” he said.
Jaejoong smiled. “I’m his roommate. Can I sign for them?”
The man held out his little pad. “Sure.”
Jaejoong scribbled his name on them and bowed to the man, thanking him. Jaejoong set the two boxes on the coffee table. He turned away from them and then spun back when he caught the name of the company on the label.
Pretty Lolita
“What the fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and looked at the other box. The shipper for that was a company called Home Goods.
Jaejoong sent a quick text to Yunho. Daddy. You got two boxes delivered.
Aren’t you at work, Baby Boo?
I was on my way out when they were delivered.
Well, since they’re for you anyway, why don’t you open them? Find a spot for them in your closet.
For me? Thank you, Daddy.
Jaejoong was too excited to go find a real knife, so he used his keys to cut through the tape. Daddy bought him presents? Daddy was supposed to, especially when he was good and did not break Daddy’s rules, but god, Daddy was perfect. How was Daddy already so good at this?
Jaejoong paused for a moment. Yunho better not have been someone else’s Daddy. Is that why? Did Yunho know how to do this because someone else had called him Daddy before? He glared at his phone, wondering if he should ask. But one thing at a time. And that felt like something he should ask in person instead of over a text.
So presents first. He had no idea what he was expecting, but it wasn’t aprons. Seven of them.
“What the fuck?” he said again, holding up a frilly pink one. He flushed and there in the living room, stripped out of his clothes and put on the apron.
“Oh, god,” he whispered. It was soft and lacy, nothing he would have bought for himself. Did Daddy like this? It was pretty feminine, but Daddy had ordered it. Jaejoong never would have bought it for himself.
He ran to the bedroom with his phone and snapped a picture of himself reflected in the full length mirror to send to Yunho. Two pictures, one of the front and one making sure the curve of his ass was visible.
DADDY! He followed that with a whole bunch of blushing emoticons. And he was blushing. Bright red.
So pretty, Baby Boo. Let me see the rest.
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and went back for the box. He dragged them both into his room and then tried them all on, taking a picture of each one. He desperately loved the lolita ones. Though he’d never admit that to anyone but Daddy. By the fourth one (a pale yellow), he did not even want to try on any of the normal ones in the other box.
But one of the aprons in the other box was just a waist apron.
Jaejoong moaned, jerking his cock to make it extra hard before putting the apron on. It was pale blue, and in a few moments, where it touched his cock was soaked with precome.
Daddy, let me come, please, Daddy.
NO! You are late for work. Go.
Jaejoong whimpered and hurried to obey. He remembered Daddy saying to find a place for the new aprons, and he had a good spot. Most of his neckties were on a series of hooks, and he freed one of them of neckties to hang up the aprons instead. Still naked, he leaned over his table, set up the angle to get his ass in the mirror and took a picture. It was a little difficult and off center, but the next one had his finger pressed against his entrance. He shivered.
Please, Daddy. Please. I’m desperate.
No, you aren’t, Kim Jaejoong. Stop being a brat.
Jaejoong pouted and sent back a heart. And another picture, of his tongue, licking the glistening precome from his fingers.
Want you, Daddy.
Goddamnit, Kim Jaejoong. Go to work.
Jaejoong smirked. He hoped Daddy was hard as a rock in his work pants and unable to take care of his erection, because this just was not fair.
He went back to the living room, redressed, and headed out the door. Halfway to work, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A short video. Of Daddy. Coming all over his stomach. His desk and office wavered in the background. Moaning his name. “Baby Boo.” That name.
Jaejoong moaned. So not fair. But it was a challenge. Jaejoong was going to be a good boy.
Jaejoong sent back a picture of his lips in a kiss with a Sexy Daddy! I can’t wait to gag on your cock and lick up your come from my lips!
Daddy sent back a whole bunch of hearts.
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Jaejoong was exhausted. They had another very busy night, and it was after midnight before he walked into the door again. Again, he had some food for Yunho’s lunch. He smiled. Daddy had loved the seafood pasta. This time, he brought a dish of japchae and bulgogi. Their menu had been more Korean than normal.
“Kim Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice said as soon as he walked into the kitchen. Dark. Warning.
Jaejoong almost dropped the container. “Daddy!”
Yunho stalked over to him and kissed him, heavily. At the same time, he started undressing Jaejoong. “Closet. Right now.”
Jaejoong set the container in the fridge and then turned and headed to the closet. Yunho stopped at the door, leaning against it, and Jaejoong flushed, stripping quickly, making sure to put the clothes in the hamper. He stood, naked, and waited.
Yunho looked him up and down. “The yellow one. Put it on.”
Jaejoong swallowed and spun to where he’d hung up the aprons. He tugged on the yellow lolita one, the lace curling around his ass at the back. It tickled.
Yunho snapped his fingers.
No, not Yunho. Not right now. It was completely Daddy in the closet with him.
Jaejoong went to the table and leaned over it, hands gripping the opposite edge. Daddy ran his hands over his ass, up his back.
“Sexy. So fucking sexy.”
Lube dripped on his ass and down his cleft. One of Daddy’s fingers followed. He teased, in and out, just a little.
Jaejoong squirmed on the table top. His cock was so hard.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“And what if I told you that you were not allowed to come while I fucked you, would you still want me to?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Daddy, please. Want your cock inside me. Please. It’s been two whole days.”
Daddy chuckled and tugged on the apron. “Come. Kneel. Suck on my dick. You wanted to gag on my cock, so here you go. You have permission to finger your tight, pretty asshole and get it ready for my cock.”
“Oh, thank you, Daddy.”
Jaejoong was quick to fall to his knees and almost as quick to have Daddy’s cock in his throat. He steadied himself in a position that let himself fuck back onto his fingers. Two of them, through the lube and into his body. He moaned, rocking back and forth, taking Daddy’s cock deep, and then Daddy gripped his hair and thrust into his mouth, faster, gagging him, and Jaejoong tried to relax.
Daddy gasped out praises. Words that Jaejoong heard in his heart and soul. He was just settling into the mouth-fucking when Daddy was coming, in his mouth, and then pulling out to splatter his release all over Jaejoong’s face and all over the front of the apron.
Jaejoong licked his lips and leaned forward to lick at the oozing drop of come from the tip.
Daddy spread it over his cheek instead. “Fuck.”
Jaejoong smiled up at him. “Hi, Daddy. How was your day?”
Daddy moaned. He used the grip his still had on Jaejoong’s hair to pull him back up to the table, forcing him over it. A moment later, his cock was thrusting into him, and Jaejoong moaned, trying to thrust back.
“Come, baby. Stroke your cock and cover that apron in your come.”
Jaejoong moaned and almost screamed, “Thank you, Daddy!” It took only minutes before he was coming, shouting and moaning through his release. Everything was shaking, his legs and hand, his arm. It was a very powerful orgasm, and it left him breathless, lying on the table. Daddy stayed inside him, moving slowly.
“One more?” Daddy whispered.
Jaejoong moaned and turned his face, spreading come onto the table top. “Yes, please. Daddy. Please.”
Yunho smiled, hands gripping his hips and fucked them both to another orgasm.
---
Yunho cursed as the clock on the wall ticked closer to one thirty. He was not going to get enough sleep.
Still he waited in Jaejoong’s bedroom, sitting on his bed, for Jaejoong to come out of the bathroom.
“Daddy, you should be in bed,” Jaejoong said.
“So should you,” Yunho said, eyes drinking up the sight of Jaejoong’s gorgeous body. His muscles, tiny waist, plump little ass. God, his baby was sexy.
Jaejoong smiled at him and said, “I really don’t mind being kept awake to have Daddy’s cock.”
“I know, but it can’t happen again. Neither one of us is going to get enough sleep.”
Jaejoong went into his closet and came back out in the red boxerbriefs that Yunho had been wearing all day.
“I think we need to stop sending sexy pictures to each other. I can’t do anything but think of you all day.”
“My devious plan was successful,” Jaejoong said with a grin.
Yunho growled and pulled him down onto the bed.
Jaejoong laughed and let himself be manhandled under the covers, ending up with Yunho over him, hands by his head. Their lips met in a strong kiss, and then Yunho sighed and collapsed on top of him. Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his back, fingers soft in a gentle sweep along his spine and sides.
Yunho had no idea if now was a good time or not. He was exhausted, but well pleasured. Happy. Content. All those things. It was taking too much effort to keep those three little words barricaded in his soul. Maybe it was a good time?
He sighed again, fingers dancing over Jaejoong’s side.
Jaejoong ran his fingers over Yunho’s shoulders. “Daddy? Are you okay?”
Yunho lifted his head and smiled. “Definitely okay, because I love you.”
Jaejoong gasped.
“And I don’t just love Baby Boo either, Kim Jaejoong. I love you. Everything about you. I love you. God, how stupid have I been not confessing sooner? How ridiculous to hold on to you just for some semblance of a relationship? This is so much better, and I want you to know that. I love you, Kim Jaejoong.” He stopped talking and took a very deep breath. “It’s too soon, I know, we’re still discovering each other, but I’ve almost said it so many times over the last few days, no, the last few years. I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you for years, and I wanted to tell you when we weren’t in our roles, when we weren’t having sex. I can’t help it any more. I want to tell you that I love you every day. I love you so much.”
Jaejoong’s smile went even wider and he said, “I love you, too. Always have. You’re stupidly silly and sweet, but smart and firm. So smart, and handsome, and considerate. I ... I love you as Daddy, but also as Yunho, my best friend. My housemate. The man who I take to functions and who pretends to be my boyfriend so I won’t get hit on.”
Yunho laughed. “Best nights of my life up till Saturday. Did you not notice how often I managed to kiss you on those dates?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Did you not notice how I never stopped you?”
“Baby.”
The endearment was too sweet, so perfect, his voice and face full of devotion. Just what Jaejoong had always needed.
“I love you, too, Jung Yunho. So much. I’ve been in love with you since we met, and I’ve grown to love everything about you in the years since. And I love Daddy. Fuck, I love Daddy. You’re already so good at it and you just know what I want and what I need. I ... You make me feel beautiful and special, but you also don’t mind ordering me around. I’m so glad that you ... that you didn’t leave me.”
Yunho kissed him softly. “I’m so glad you took a chance on me. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”
“Same.” And Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“Have you been someone’s Daddy before? You’re almost too good at it.”
Yunho laughed and shook his head. “Definitely not,” he said and kissed Jaejoong’s cheeks and lips until he was smiling again. “I’m just good at being your Daddy because you’re so good at being my baby.”
Jaejoong flushed and buried his face in Yunho’s neck with an embarrassed mutter of something.
Yunho chuckled and held him tightly. “Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?” he whispered. “I don’t want to be anywhere but right next to you for the next few hours.”
“Sleep in,” Jaejoong said. “Don’t go running. I’ll wake up with you.”
“That’s a good way to start a bad habit.”
“Skipping one day won’t kill you.”
Yunho smiled. “Unless it’s kisses, from you. Yesterday sucked, going all day without seeing you or touching you or kissing you.”
Jaejoong sighed. “Our schedules suck.”
“They really do. But we can’t keep doing this to ourselves. Tomorrow. Back to normal, okay.”
“Which means you can’t jump me in my closet.”
“I blame the aprons.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Which you bought, so your fault.”
Yunho grumbled, kissing Jaejoong at the same time. “This weekend. It will be just you and me. Naked. Skin. Fucking. Kissing.”
“Good, but Yoochun wants us to help move Changmin into his apartment.”
“Yoochun wants us to lift the heaving things. He can fuck off.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I already promised. But on Sunday, though. Saturday is our day.”
“And I can’t wait. I love you so much, Jaejoong. You make me so happy.”
Jaejoong hugged him tightly. “So do you. And so do I. I love you, Yunho.”
They rearranged, with Yunho getting out of bed to turn off the lights. He slipped back in, curling up behind Jaejoong’s body. He pressed kisses up and down Jaejoong’s shoulders, hand sneaking around his stomach to tease his stomach and waist.
Jaejoong squirmed. “Don’t, Daddy. You’ll make me hard again.”
Yunho sighed. “Sorry, Baby Boo.” He rested his hand in a safe place against his stomach. But the problem was his traitorous cock, nestled so nicely against Jaejoong’s pretty bottom. And he had such a nice bottom. Plump little cheeks, sexy whorled entrance that begged for a finger or two stretching it open.
Yunho moaned and rolled away from Jaejoong. His lover protested and then laughed when he realized that Yunho had only gone far enough to get lube out of the nightstand.
“You’re insatiable, Daddy.”
“It’s all your fault for being so sexy.”
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Yunho woke up incredibly sore, but also incredibly content. For a moment, until he noticed how bright the light was through the windows.
He sat up, dislodging his sleeping beauty, and then immediately touched his cheek and said, “Sorry, Boo. It’s almost seven-thirty.”
Jaejoong made a face. “Too early, Daddy.”
“I know. We can’t keep doing this.”
Jaejoong yawned, sitting up and stretching, and Yunho wrapped his arms around his bare stomach, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“I have to get up and shower.”
Jaejoong twisted around him, body pressed close, lips going for Yunho’s. “I know. It’s so wonderful to have you in bed with me.”
Yunho smiled. “You too, lovely. Precious, pretty. Baby.” Yunho kissed him between endearments, each kiss a little off center with how wide Jaejoong’s smile was.
“Do I have time to give Daddy a blowjob?”
Yunho groaned. “No. Fuck, Baby!”
Jaejoong’s smile was wicked and sexy. “Are you sure?” He trailed his fingers up Yunho’s inner thigh. It was with great restraint that Yunho took his wrist and said, “No,” very forcefully.
Maybe a little too forcefully, because his pretty baby winced, almost like he’d been smacked. Yunho brought Jaejoong’s hand up to his mouth and kissed his wrist. “If I were to allow that, neither of us would leave this bed today, and that cannot happen and you know it.”
Jaejoong sighed and curled back against him, “I know, Daddy, but I can dream. I love your dick in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” Yunho yanked himself away and actually did smack Jaejoong. Just a light tap on his cheek and said, “Stop being so irresistible.”
“That better not be an order,” Jaejoong said and kissed Yunho’s palm where it still rested against his face, “because I cannot be anything but irresistible.”
Yunho laughed. He cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks, kissed him one more time and said, “No time for a blowjob, but breakfast?” He ended on a hopeful note.
Jaejoong smiled. “Okay, Daddy.”
Yunho climbed out of bed first, stood up, let his hands get distracted, dipping under the band of boxerbriefs, kissed his pretty baby and turned to leave the room.
Jaejoong whistled at him. “Naked Daddy is my favorite.”
Yunho smirked over his shoulder and then hurried to the bathroom. Hurried being the correct term because he wanted time to jerk off. It was so difficult to control himself around Jaejoong, and if Jaejoong was going to be wearing an apron and in their kitchen the next time Yunho saw him, Yunho was going to bend him over the table and fuck him. Unless he took care of things first.
And after last night, it was so very easy to imagine Jaejoong bent over, ass gaping for his cock. Which meant that it was so very easy to splatter the wall of the shower with come.
Easy, but not necessarily satisfying.
Jaejoong was not allowed to come, but for Yunho, even after a few days, each orgasm without Jaejoong was less fulfilling than those when Yunho was filling his baby’s ass ... or his mouth ...
His spent cock throbbed, and Yunho moaned, turning the water to cold for a moment, hoping that would at least keep himself under control.
After his shower and shave, he went into his room. To his surprise, one of his suits was lying on the bed. The gray one. The one that Jaejoong always insisted that Yunho wear to their faux dates. He paired it with a red shirt and black and red tie. Yunho smiled. His father would have something to say about him showing up to the law firm in such a loud shirt and tie, but his baby picked it out, and Yunho knew it’d make Jaejoong happy if he wore it.
He dressed maybe too quickly, but it was already after eight. He’d spent more time “getting ready” than he thought. Fuck, they could not keep doing this. His schedule was all fucked up.
Entering the kitchen right when he did turned out to be a bad idea, because Jaejoong was bent over, removing fresh warm rolls from the oven, and he gripped the island to stop himself from gripping that ass. It would not due to shove Jaejoong into the oven accidentally.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and Jaejoong turned around with a smile.
His baby was wearing the pink Lolita apron, white frills of lace along the bottom and neck loop. With the back of the apron tied in a cute bow, the frills of lace brushed his ass.
“God, those aprons were a bad idea,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong pouted, but his eyes were dancing as he turned to the side, showing off the curve of lace against his pretty bottom. “You don’t like it, Daddy?”
Yunho growled and went right to him, hand on his ass, cupping and then slapping. “Fuck. Want to fuck you.” He pushed his thigh between Jaejoong’s legs, hiking up the arpon. His cock throbbed in his suit.
So much for the self-help in the shower.
“Can’t,” Jaejoong moaned and humped his thigh, cock growing quickly. “No time. Daddy, not enough time, Daddy. Want you.”
Their lips slammed together, and Jaejoong bent backwards a little bit. He pulled away from Yunho’s lips with a little yelp, waving his hand in the air. He’d burned his hand on the pan he’d just taken from the oven.
“Fuck, Boo. Sorry,” Yunho said and pulled him to the sink to soak the burn.
“It’s nothing,” Jaejoong said, ducking his head as Yunho rubbed the red skin under the cold water. “That pan cools really quickly.”
“Sorry, Baby Boo.” Yunho took the hand up to his mouth and kissed the red skin under his pinky fingers.
“It’s fine,” Jaejoong said, flushing again. “Go sit down. I’m almost done with our breakfast.”
He went for coffee first, noting that Jaejoong had already brewed some, and then sat at their table and watched his lovely baby get breakfast ready.
“Almost like a pretty little housewife,” Yunho mused.
Jaejoong glared at him and then flipped him off.
Yunho laughed. “Are you going to sit in my lap while I eat, Baby Boo?”
“No. You’ll be late.”
“Probably.”
Jaejoong sat a plate in front of him: fruits drizzled with cream, the warm bread, and a pile of egg whites and spinach with feta cheese.
And then he didn’t climb into Yunho’s lap, but kneeled on the hard tile floor next to him.
Yunho looked down at him, swallowing roughly.
Jaejoong licked his lips. “That should be enough for both of us,” he said and opened his mouth.
Yunho groaned and fought back lust again. With each bite it grew worse, with each time that Jaejoong wrapped his tongue around Yunho’s fingers or the chopsticks. But it was the one moment that some of the cream slipped down Jaejoong’s chin, reminding him of last night, with his baby’s face covered in come, that Yunho lost it.
He yanked Jaejoong up, flipped him around and bent him over the table. Jaejoong moaned in eagerness. The table groaned in protest. Yunho spit on his cleft, licked two of his fingers, and had them against Jaejoong’s opening when Jaejoong panted, “Pockets, Daddy. Pockets.”
“What?”
Jaejoong shifted and then his hand was on the table. A bottle of lube rolled on the surface. “These aprons have pockets.”
Yunho growled and snagged the bottle of lube.
The pretty pink apron got ripped enough that he was going to have to buy a new one, and Yunho was almost twenty minutes late to work.
Part 7: Hold Me When I'm Not Strong
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
Part 6:
A/N: Just so we're clear on ages and stuff. In this fic, both Yunho and Jaejoong are 32 years old.
Jaejoong was about to walk out the door when their doorbell rang. He opened it. A delivery man was there with two boxes.
“Delivery for Jung Yunho,” he said.
Jaejoong smiled. “I’m his roommate. Can I sign for them?”
The man held out his little pad. “Sure.”
Jaejoong scribbled his name on them and bowed to the man, thanking him. Jaejoong set the two boxes on the coffee table. He turned away from them and then spun back when he caught the name of the company on the label.
Pretty Lolita
“What the fuck,” Jaejoong muttered and looked at the other box. The shipper for that was a company called Home Goods.
Jaejoong sent a quick text to Yunho. Daddy. You got two boxes delivered.
Aren’t you at work, Baby Boo?
I was on my way out when they were delivered.
Well, since they’re for you anyway, why don’t you open them? Find a spot for them in your closet.
For me? Thank you, Daddy.
Jaejoong was too excited to go find a real knife, so he used his keys to cut through the tape. Daddy bought him presents? Daddy was supposed to, especially when he was good and did not break Daddy’s rules, but god, Daddy was perfect. How was Daddy already so good at this?
Jaejoong paused for a moment. Yunho better not have been someone else’s Daddy. Is that why? Did Yunho know how to do this because someone else had called him Daddy before? He glared at his phone, wondering if he should ask. But one thing at a time. And that felt like something he should ask in person instead of over a text.
So presents first. He had no idea what he was expecting, but it wasn’t aprons. Seven of them.
“What the fuck?” he said again, holding up a frilly pink one. He flushed and there in the living room, stripped out of his clothes and put on the apron.
“Oh, god,” he whispered. It was soft and lacy, nothing he would have bought for himself. Did Daddy like this? It was pretty feminine, but Daddy had ordered it. Jaejoong never would have bought it for himself.
He ran to the bedroom with his phone and snapped a picture of himself reflected in the full length mirror to send to Yunho. Two pictures, one of the front and one making sure the curve of his ass was visible.
DADDY! He followed that with a whole bunch of blushing emoticons. And he was blushing. Bright red.
So pretty, Baby Boo. Let me see the rest.
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and went back for the box. He dragged them both into his room and then tried them all on, taking a picture of each one. He desperately loved the lolita ones. Though he’d never admit that to anyone but Daddy. By the fourth one (a pale yellow), he did not even want to try on any of the normal ones in the other box.
But one of the aprons in the other box was just a waist apron.
Jaejoong moaned, jerking his cock to make it extra hard before putting the apron on. It was pale blue, and in a few moments, where it touched his cock was soaked with precome.
Daddy, let me come, please, Daddy.
NO! You are late for work. Go.
Jaejoong whimpered and hurried to obey. He remembered Daddy saying to find a place for the new aprons, and he had a good spot. Most of his neckties were on a series of hooks, and he freed one of them of neckties to hang up the aprons instead. Still naked, he leaned over his table, set up the angle to get his ass in the mirror and took a picture. It was a little difficult and off center, but the next one had his finger pressed against his entrance. He shivered.
Please, Daddy. Please. I’m desperate.
No, you aren’t, Kim Jaejoong. Stop being a brat.
Jaejoong pouted and sent back a heart. And another picture, of his tongue, licking the glistening precome from his fingers.
Want you, Daddy.
Goddamnit, Kim Jaejoong. Go to work.
Jaejoong smirked. He hoped Daddy was hard as a rock in his work pants and unable to take care of his erection, because this just was not fair.
He went back to the living room, redressed, and headed out the door. Halfway to work, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A short video. Of Daddy. Coming all over his stomach. His desk and office wavered in the background. Moaning his name. “Baby Boo.” That name.
Jaejoong moaned. So not fair. But it was a challenge. Jaejoong was going to be a good boy.
Jaejoong sent back a picture of his lips in a kiss with a Sexy Daddy! I can’t wait to gag on your cock and lick up your come from my lips!
Daddy sent back a whole bunch of hearts.
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Jaejoong was exhausted. They had another very busy night, and it was after midnight before he walked into the door again. Again, he had some food for Yunho’s lunch. He smiled. Daddy had loved the seafood pasta. This time, he brought a dish of japchae and bulgogi. Their menu had been more Korean than normal.
“Kim Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice said as soon as he walked into the kitchen. Dark. Warning.
Jaejoong almost dropped the container. “Daddy!”
Yunho stalked over to him and kissed him, heavily. At the same time, he started undressing Jaejoong. “Closet. Right now.”
Jaejoong set the container in the fridge and then turned and headed to the closet. Yunho stopped at the door, leaning against it, and Jaejoong flushed, stripping quickly, making sure to put the clothes in the hamper. He stood, naked, and waited.
Yunho looked him up and down. “The yellow one. Put it on.”
Jaejoong swallowed and spun to where he’d hung up the aprons. He tugged on the yellow lolita one, the lace curling around his ass at the back. It tickled.
Yunho snapped his fingers.
No, not Yunho. Not right now. It was completely Daddy in the closet with him.
Jaejoong went to the table and leaned over it, hands gripping the opposite edge. Daddy ran his hands over his ass, up his back.
“Sexy. So fucking sexy.”
Lube dripped on his ass and down his cleft. One of Daddy’s fingers followed. He teased, in and out, just a little.
Jaejoong squirmed on the table top. His cock was so hard.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“And what if I told you that you were not allowed to come while I fucked you, would you still want me to?”
Jaejoong moaned. “Daddy, please. Want your cock inside me. Please. It’s been two whole days.”
Daddy chuckled and tugged on the apron. “Come. Kneel. Suck on my dick. You wanted to gag on my cock, so here you go. You have permission to finger your tight, pretty asshole and get it ready for my cock.”
“Oh, thank you, Daddy.”
Jaejoong was quick to fall to his knees and almost as quick to have Daddy’s cock in his throat. He steadied himself in a position that let himself fuck back onto his fingers. Two of them, through the lube and into his body. He moaned, rocking back and forth, taking Daddy’s cock deep, and then Daddy gripped his hair and thrust into his mouth, faster, gagging him, and Jaejoong tried to relax.
Daddy gasped out praises. Words that Jaejoong heard in his heart and soul. He was just settling into the mouth-fucking when Daddy was coming, in his mouth, and then pulling out to splatter his release all over Jaejoong’s face and all over the front of the apron.
Jaejoong licked his lips and leaned forward to lick at the oozing drop of come from the tip.
Daddy spread it over his cheek instead. “Fuck.”
Jaejoong smiled up at him. “Hi, Daddy. How was your day?”
Daddy moaned. He used the grip his still had on Jaejoong’s hair to pull him back up to the table, forcing him over it. A moment later, his cock was thrusting into him, and Jaejoong moaned, trying to thrust back.
“Come, baby. Stroke your cock and cover that apron in your come.”
Jaejoong moaned and almost screamed, “Thank you, Daddy!” It took only minutes before he was coming, shouting and moaning through his release. Everything was shaking, his legs and hand, his arm. It was a very powerful orgasm, and it left him breathless, lying on the table. Daddy stayed inside him, moving slowly.
“One more?” Daddy whispered.
Jaejoong moaned and turned his face, spreading come onto the table top. “Yes, please. Daddy. Please.”
Yunho smiled, hands gripping his hips and fucked them both to another orgasm.
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Yunho cursed as the clock on the wall ticked closer to one thirty. He was not going to get enough sleep.
Still he waited in Jaejoong’s bedroom, sitting on his bed, for Jaejoong to come out of the bathroom.
“Daddy, you should be in bed,” Jaejoong said.
“So should you,” Yunho said, eyes drinking up the sight of Jaejoong’s gorgeous body. His muscles, tiny waist, plump little ass. God, his baby was sexy.
Jaejoong smiled at him and said, “I really don’t mind being kept awake to have Daddy’s cock.”
“I know, but it can’t happen again. Neither one of us is going to get enough sleep.”
Jaejoong went into his closet and came back out in the red boxerbriefs that Yunho had been wearing all day.
“I think we need to stop sending sexy pictures to each other. I can’t do anything but think of you all day.”
“My devious plan was successful,” Jaejoong said with a grin.
Yunho growled and pulled him down onto the bed.
Jaejoong laughed and let himself be manhandled under the covers, ending up with Yunho over him, hands by his head. Their lips met in a strong kiss, and then Yunho sighed and collapsed on top of him. Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his back, fingers soft in a gentle sweep along his spine and sides.
Yunho had no idea if now was a good time or not. He was exhausted, but well pleasured. Happy. Content. All those things. It was taking too much effort to keep those three little words barricaded in his soul. Maybe it was a good time?
He sighed again, fingers dancing over Jaejoong’s side.
Jaejoong ran his fingers over Yunho’s shoulders. “Daddy? Are you okay?”
Yunho lifted his head and smiled. “Definitely okay, because I love you.”
Jaejoong gasped.
“And I don’t just love Baby Boo either, Kim Jaejoong. I love you. Everything about you. I love you. God, how stupid have I been not confessing sooner? How ridiculous to hold on to you just for some semblance of a relationship? This is so much better, and I want you to know that. I love you, Kim Jaejoong.” He stopped talking and took a very deep breath. “It’s too soon, I know, we’re still discovering each other, but I’ve almost said it so many times over the last few days, no, the last few years. I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you for years, and I wanted to tell you when we weren’t in our roles, when we weren’t having sex. I can’t help it any more. I want to tell you that I love you every day. I love you so much.”
Jaejoong’s smile went even wider and he said, “I love you, too. Always have. You’re stupidly silly and sweet, but smart and firm. So smart, and handsome, and considerate. I ... I love you as Daddy, but also as Yunho, my best friend. My housemate. The man who I take to functions and who pretends to be my boyfriend so I won’t get hit on.”
Yunho laughed. “Best nights of my life up till Saturday. Did you not notice how often I managed to kiss you on those dates?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Did you not notice how I never stopped you?”
“Baby.”
The endearment was too sweet, so perfect, his voice and face full of devotion. Just what Jaejoong had always needed.
“I love you, too, Jung Yunho. So much. I’ve been in love with you since we met, and I’ve grown to love everything about you in the years since. And I love Daddy. Fuck, I love Daddy. You’re already so good at it and you just know what I want and what I need. I ... You make me feel beautiful and special, but you also don’t mind ordering me around. I’m so glad that you ... that you didn’t leave me.”
Yunho kissed him softly. “I’m so glad you took a chance on me. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”
“Same.” And Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“Have you been someone’s Daddy before? You’re almost too good at it.”
Yunho laughed and shook his head. “Definitely not,” he said and kissed Jaejoong’s cheeks and lips until he was smiling again. “I’m just good at being your Daddy because you’re so good at being my baby.”
Jaejoong flushed and buried his face in Yunho’s neck with an embarrassed mutter of something.
Yunho chuckled and held him tightly. “Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?” he whispered. “I don’t want to be anywhere but right next to you for the next few hours.”
“Sleep in,” Jaejoong said. “Don’t go running. I’ll wake up with you.”
“That’s a good way to start a bad habit.”
“Skipping one day won’t kill you.”
Yunho smiled. “Unless it’s kisses, from you. Yesterday sucked, going all day without seeing you or touching you or kissing you.”
Jaejoong sighed. “Our schedules suck.”
“They really do. But we can’t keep doing this to ourselves. Tomorrow. Back to normal, okay.”
“Which means you can’t jump me in my closet.”
“I blame the aprons.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Which you bought, so your fault.”
Yunho grumbled, kissing Jaejoong at the same time. “This weekend. It will be just you and me. Naked. Skin. Fucking. Kissing.”
“Good, but Yoochun wants us to help move Changmin into his apartment.”
“Yoochun wants us to lift the heaving things. He can fuck off.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I already promised. But on Sunday, though. Saturday is our day.”
“And I can’t wait. I love you so much, Jaejoong. You make me so happy.”
Jaejoong hugged him tightly. “So do you. And so do I. I love you, Yunho.”
They rearranged, with Yunho getting out of bed to turn off the lights. He slipped back in, curling up behind Jaejoong’s body. He pressed kisses up and down Jaejoong’s shoulders, hand sneaking around his stomach to tease his stomach and waist.
Jaejoong squirmed. “Don’t, Daddy. You’ll make me hard again.”
Yunho sighed. “Sorry, Baby Boo.” He rested his hand in a safe place against his stomach. But the problem was his traitorous cock, nestled so nicely against Jaejoong’s pretty bottom. And he had such a nice bottom. Plump little cheeks, sexy whorled entrance that begged for a finger or two stretching it open.
Yunho moaned and rolled away from Jaejoong. His lover protested and then laughed when he realized that Yunho had only gone far enough to get lube out of the nightstand.
“You’re insatiable, Daddy.”
“It’s all your fault for being so sexy.”
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Yunho woke up incredibly sore, but also incredibly content. For a moment, until he noticed how bright the light was through the windows.
He sat up, dislodging his sleeping beauty, and then immediately touched his cheek and said, “Sorry, Boo. It’s almost seven-thirty.”
Jaejoong made a face. “Too early, Daddy.”
“I know. We can’t keep doing this.”
Jaejoong yawned, sitting up and stretching, and Yunho wrapped his arms around his bare stomach, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“I have to get up and shower.”
Jaejoong twisted around him, body pressed close, lips going for Yunho’s. “I know. It’s so wonderful to have you in bed with me.”
Yunho smiled. “You too, lovely. Precious, pretty. Baby.” Yunho kissed him between endearments, each kiss a little off center with how wide Jaejoong’s smile was.
“Do I have time to give Daddy a blowjob?”
Yunho groaned. “No. Fuck, Baby!”
Jaejoong’s smile was wicked and sexy. “Are you sure?” He trailed his fingers up Yunho’s inner thigh. It was with great restraint that Yunho took his wrist and said, “No,” very forcefully.
Maybe a little too forcefully, because his pretty baby winced, almost like he’d been smacked. Yunho brought Jaejoong’s hand up to his mouth and kissed his wrist. “If I were to allow that, neither of us would leave this bed today, and that cannot happen and you know it.”
Jaejoong sighed and curled back against him, “I know, Daddy, but I can dream. I love your dick in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” Yunho yanked himself away and actually did smack Jaejoong. Just a light tap on his cheek and said, “Stop being so irresistible.”
“That better not be an order,” Jaejoong said and kissed Yunho’s palm where it still rested against his face, “because I cannot be anything but irresistible.”
Yunho laughed. He cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks, kissed him one more time and said, “No time for a blowjob, but breakfast?” He ended on a hopeful note.
Jaejoong smiled. “Okay, Daddy.”
Yunho climbed out of bed first, stood up, let his hands get distracted, dipping under the band of boxerbriefs, kissed his pretty baby and turned to leave the room.
Jaejoong whistled at him. “Naked Daddy is my favorite.”
Yunho smirked over his shoulder and then hurried to the bathroom. Hurried being the correct term because he wanted time to jerk off. It was so difficult to control himself around Jaejoong, and if Jaejoong was going to be wearing an apron and in their kitchen the next time Yunho saw him, Yunho was going to bend him over the table and fuck him. Unless he took care of things first.
And after last night, it was so very easy to imagine Jaejoong bent over, ass gaping for his cock. Which meant that it was so very easy to splatter the wall of the shower with come.
Easy, but not necessarily satisfying.
Jaejoong was not allowed to come, but for Yunho, even after a few days, each orgasm without Jaejoong was less fulfilling than those when Yunho was filling his baby’s ass ... or his mouth ...
His spent cock throbbed, and Yunho moaned, turning the water to cold for a moment, hoping that would at least keep himself under control.
After his shower and shave, he went into his room. To his surprise, one of his suits was lying on the bed. The gray one. The one that Jaejoong always insisted that Yunho wear to their faux dates. He paired it with a red shirt and black and red tie. Yunho smiled. His father would have something to say about him showing up to the law firm in such a loud shirt and tie, but his baby picked it out, and Yunho knew it’d make Jaejoong happy if he wore it.
He dressed maybe too quickly, but it was already after eight. He’d spent more time “getting ready” than he thought. Fuck, they could not keep doing this. His schedule was all fucked up.
Entering the kitchen right when he did turned out to be a bad idea, because Jaejoong was bent over, removing fresh warm rolls from the oven, and he gripped the island to stop himself from gripping that ass. It would not due to shove Jaejoong into the oven accidentally.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and Jaejoong turned around with a smile.
His baby was wearing the pink Lolita apron, white frills of lace along the bottom and neck loop. With the back of the apron tied in a cute bow, the frills of lace brushed his ass.
“God, those aprons were a bad idea,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong pouted, but his eyes were dancing as he turned to the side, showing off the curve of lace against his pretty bottom. “You don’t like it, Daddy?”
Yunho growled and went right to him, hand on his ass, cupping and then slapping. “Fuck. Want to fuck you.” He pushed his thigh between Jaejoong’s legs, hiking up the arpon. His cock throbbed in his suit.
So much for the self-help in the shower.
“Can’t,” Jaejoong moaned and humped his thigh, cock growing quickly. “No time. Daddy, not enough time, Daddy. Want you.”
Their lips slammed together, and Jaejoong bent backwards a little bit. He pulled away from Yunho’s lips with a little yelp, waving his hand in the air. He’d burned his hand on the pan he’d just taken from the oven.
“Fuck, Boo. Sorry,” Yunho said and pulled him to the sink to soak the burn.
“It’s nothing,” Jaejoong said, ducking his head as Yunho rubbed the red skin under the cold water. “That pan cools really quickly.”
“Sorry, Baby Boo.” Yunho took the hand up to his mouth and kissed the red skin under his pinky fingers.
“It’s fine,” Jaejoong said, flushing again. “Go sit down. I’m almost done with our breakfast.”
He went for coffee first, noting that Jaejoong had already brewed some, and then sat at their table and watched his lovely baby get breakfast ready.
“Almost like a pretty little housewife,” Yunho mused.
Jaejoong glared at him and then flipped him off.
Yunho laughed. “Are you going to sit in my lap while I eat, Baby Boo?”
“No. You’ll be late.”
“Probably.”
Jaejoong sat a plate in front of him: fruits drizzled with cream, the warm bread, and a pile of egg whites and spinach with feta cheese.
And then he didn’t climb into Yunho’s lap, but kneeled on the hard tile floor next to him.
Yunho looked down at him, swallowing roughly.
Jaejoong licked his lips. “That should be enough for both of us,” he said and opened his mouth.
Yunho groaned and fought back lust again. With each bite it grew worse, with each time that Jaejoong wrapped his tongue around Yunho’s fingers or the chopsticks. But it was the one moment that some of the cream slipped down Jaejoong’s chin, reminding him of last night, with his baby’s face covered in come, that Yunho lost it.
He yanked Jaejoong up, flipped him around and bent him over the table. Jaejoong moaned in eagerness. The table groaned in protest. Yunho spit on his cleft, licked two of his fingers, and had them against Jaejoong’s opening when Jaejoong panted, “Pockets, Daddy. Pockets.”
“What?”
Jaejoong shifted and then his hand was on the table. A bottle of lube rolled on the surface. “These aprons have pockets.”
Yunho growled and snagged the bottle of lube.
The pretty pink apron got ripped enough that he was going to have to buy a new one, and Yunho was almost twenty minutes late to work.
Part 7: Hold Me When I'm Not Strong
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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