Daddy's Baby Boo 8/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 8/?
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 8:
Yunho stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the wood, arms crossed. He watched his lover.
Lover. God, so much better than roommate.
Jaejoong was in the tub, almost completely covered with bubbles. He had his eyes shut, head resting against the edge.
“You’re so amazing, Boo,” Yunho said, almost whispered. The sound was lost in the rush of water filling the tub and the violins cresting into a crescendo.
But Jaejoong must have heard, because his eyes opened and he smiled. Yunho returned the smile and walked into the bathroom.
“Come get in,” Jaejoong demanded, arm stretched out to touch him.
Yunho shook his head and sat on the edge of the tub.
Jaejoong pouted.
“Soon,” Yunho said and reached for Jaejoong’s shampoo. “Get your hair wet and sit up.”
The disappointment turned into an eager smile and he ducked under really fast. He surfaced, rubbed the bubbles from his face and sat up, turned enough that Yunho was able to wash his hair. He preened under the firm touches and scratches, and Yunho moved soapy fingers down his neck and shoulders in a quick massage.
Jaejoong moaned in appreciation.
After the shampoo, he added conditioner with the same massage treatment. And then his body with first a soapy loufa and then a washcloth. The bath was more of a massage, and Yunho lifted his baby’s feet from the water, making sure to give each toe and muscle some attention. He wiped and cleaned every finger, up his arms and chest. And then teased his back, letting soapy fingers follow the coils of his tattoo back to the water.
Yunho spent a very long time cleaning his cock and balls, and his ass. He pressed fingers inside him, tapped the whorled entrance a few times, stroked his cock, squeezed his balls. Jaejoong’s whimpers echoed through the kitchen, but like a good boy, he did not come.
By this time, Yunho’s shorts were wet and he had to take a shower anyway. He told Jaejoong to pull the plug on the tub, and then both of them stood under the shower spray while Yunho washed his hair and body. Jaejoong wanted to do it, Yunho could tell, but he was so relaxed, still tired. It was faster if Yunho just did it himself. After rinsing off, Yunho helped Jaejoong out of the shower, hiding his surprise when the other fell to his knees. But he went with it, using one of Jaejoong’s large fluffy towels to dry them both off.
“Go pick up your clothes, and don’t forget the ones in the kitchen. I need to make a phone call to a client. He was supposed to get copies of some paperwork for me, but we’ll see.”
A loopy smile curled across Jaejoong’s face and he leaned his face against Yunho’s hip for a moment. “Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry about the clothes. I wasn’t thinking last night.”
Yunho touched his neck softly. “I know. Are you feeling okay to make breakfast?”
“I’m always feeling okay to cook, Daddy,” Jaejoong said, slightly affronted.
Yunho chuckled. “Then go make breakfast. Wear the waist apron. That blue one that still has a come stain on it from day one.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Okay, Daddy.”
Yunho wasn’t sure why, but Jaejoong crawled out of the bathroom, showing off his red ass while he went. Yunho moaned and gripped the counter instead of his cock. Orgasms were more fulfilling with Jaejoong. He had to remember that.
He went to his room, made his phone call, unsurprised that he got the man’s voicemail. He sighed in frustration. He wasn’t going to win this case if the man did not cooperate.
He wore nothing more than basketball shorts. He was just going to be naked most of the day anyway.
Before going to the kitchen, he stopped in Jaejoong’s closet to make sure he’d cleaned up his clothes and then went to his favorite drawer to pick out a few toys.
He stopped just inside the kitchen to watch his pretty lover. He noted that his movements were deliberate, but not weak. He was okay after his night of drinking and after that relaxing bath. Yunho was not surprised.
Jaejoong was amazing. Yunho had always thought so. He moved through the kitchen gracefully, grace that managed to disappear as soon as he was anywhere else. Yunho had seen Jaejoong trip on the flat floor of the living room more than once. But this kitchen was his sanctuary, his temple, and Yunho vowed to worship him in the kitchen as often as he could.
Starting now.
“Have you figured out your safeword yet, baby?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong smirked over his shoulder. “Unconventional.”
Yunho laughed. “Why that?”
“Because it’s ... us. Isn’t it?”
Yunho smiled. “Do you think you can say that big word while I have you trussed up, tied up and desperate for release?”
Jaejoong shivered. “If not, I’ll just use ‘safeword.’ Is that okay, Daddy?”
“Yes. Can you stop cooking for a few minutes? Will that ruin everything?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Only if you try to help afterward.”
Yunho mock-glared at his lover and said, “Well, now maybe I won’t show you what I have in mind.”
Jaejoong bit his lip, obviously trying to look contrite and failing. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Yeah, sure you are. Get over here.” Jaejoong sat his spoon down on a plate and moved to where Yunho leaned against the island.
Yunho cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. “You’re not sad like you were last weekend.”
Jaejoong smiled. “After the punishment? It was just really soon, last weekend. I’m okay with you throwing me over your lap to take your hand to me. Or a spatula when I disappoint you.”
Yunho moaned and kissed him again.
“And you like it too,” Jaejoong said, sliding his hands over Yunho’s bare chest. “Daddy’s cock was so hard while you spanked me.”
“Fuck.”
“After breakfast.”
Yunho nodded and took a deep breath of control. “Bend over the island, baby.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in anticipation as he obeyed. “Oh god, Daddy.”
“You really are Boo Jaejoong if you didn’t notice that I’d brought toys with me.”
“I was looking at you,” Jaejoong said with a small moan. “Way more important.”
Yunho laughed and moved behind Jaejoong. His ass was bright red, and Yunho frowned, running his hands over it. Jaejoong canted back into the touch with another moan.
Yunho let himself trace the curves of each buttcheek, pat them softly, cup them and tickle the spot between ass and leg. “Is your dick hard, baby?”
“Daddy is touching me, so yes.”
Yunho chuckled, squeezing much harder, and Jaejoong whimpered, but did not try to get away. “Hand me the lube.”
Shaking, Jaejoong reached for it, and half tossed and half rolled it to Yunho. Yunho dumped some right at his cleft, rubbing it with his fingers. He pressed two into Jaejoong’s tight entrance, shaking himself at the heavy moan from Jaejoong’s throat.
The toy he’d chosen was a plug, bright pink with a bulbous head tapering to the base, but the base was a round ball, meant to stick out. A button at the end of the ball turned on the vibrations. Yunho teased Jaejoong with the tip of the plug, in and out of his body, adding more lube until it dripped down Jaejoong’s inner thighs.
Jaejoong’s moan echoed around the kitchen, and his cry when Yunho finally pushed the toy into him was heavenly. Yunho’s head swam with lust. His cock was so hard. But he had control, damnit!
Well, mostly.
He played with the plug a little longer and then hit the button to turn on the vibrations.
Jaejoong’s body shook, entrance clamping down on the toy.
Yunho pulled him up and turned him around, and Jaejoong pressed against the island and then swayed forward into Yunho with a gasp.
“Can you still cook me breakfast?”
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open, and then shut. He licked his lips and nodded, mouth open in a soft moan.
Yunho kissed him. “I can turn off the vibrations.”
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open and he glared. “Don’t you dare, Daddy.”
Yunho laughed. “How about clamps again?” he asked, pointing to them. “Are your nipples okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, please, please, Daddy. They’re fine.”
Yunho hummed in concern. He pinched one nipple, pulling a whine from Jaejoong’s throat. “I don’t know if they are. I need to check them.” He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. Jaejoong’s hands tangled in his hair and Yunho teased. Back and forth between them, until they were red and wet.
“Hmm, they look sore now.”
“Fuck, please, Daddy. I want them.”
Yunho smiled and kissed his open mouth. “Okay, Boo. Whatever you want.” Yunho was careful while he attached the clamps to each budded nipple. Or so he told Jaejoong. He really just wanted to play, taking them off and putting them back on, making sure they were straight.
Jaejoong was a shaking mess by the time he was done, by the time Yunho had the chain in his hand and was tugging on them just to make sure the clamps were secure.
“Daddy. I ... I ...”
“What, baby?”
“Come, might ... might ... cock ring, please. Please, Daddy.”
“I did not bring one with me.”
“Please. Please. I’m ... not ... not ... I can’t ... Sexy. Too sexy, please.” He took a deep breath. “I’m not trained yet, Daddy.”
Trained? Oh god. Yunho moaned and kissed him.
“Please. Until I learn. I can’t stop it.”
“I’ll be right back, lay over the counter until I get back. Don’t touch yourself.”
“Yes, Daddy, sorry.”
Yunho stopped just outside the kitchen and leaned against the wall. He bit back a moan, biting his hand to stifle it. His other hand went right to his rock hard dick. Fuck, he was not going to survive this.
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Jaejoong heard his Daddy moan just beyond the kitchen. He smirked, debated jerking off just to get another spanking and decided not to. He was sure there were more things he could do to earn him another one today. He did not mind being desperate with no way to come, especially when Daddy was just as desperate.
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Jaejoong frowned at the front door. He had no idea where Yunho went. After breakfast, Yunho had pointed to a particular tile in the entryway and said, “Don’t move from this spot until I get back.” And then he left. He left Jaejoong on what was supposed to be their day. Saturday.
He crossed his arms, moaning at the tug on his clamped nipples. The toy in his ass was still vibrating up a storm and his hard cock was dripping precome, making him shake through dry orgasms.
But he was angry.
Angry at Daddy for leaving him.
His knees ached, but he could not sit because of the toy. His legs were spread and he was sitting back on his heals. It was the only way to be even slightly comfortable. He’d dug his nails into his thighs to keep from stroking his dick.
The worst part was he did not have his phone with him, and he was not allowed to move to go get it. He huffed in frustration.
He was so angry.
But when the lock moved, he sat up with a smile, happy that Daddy had come back, and then angry at himself because he should be mad at Daddy because Daddy left him.
He pouted and glared at Daddy when he finally came through the door.
Daddy smiled at him and patted his head, walking right by him.
Jaejoong made a noise and said, “Daddy!”
Daddy looked over his shoulder, put a finger to his lips, and said, “Shush, Jaejoong.”
Frowning harder and narrowing his eyes, Jaejoong glared. How dare he! The water ran in the kitchen for a moment, and then Daddy was back, swinging something from his finger.
“Why are you so angry with me?”
“Today is our day and you left! You’re not supposed to leave on our day!”
“I was only gone for twenty minutes. And I bought you a present.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth and then shut it. He bit his lip, and then glared. He liked presents, but he was angry.
“Do you want your present?”
Jaejoong huffed.
“I guess I won’t give it to you, since you obviously don’t want it.”
Jaejoong sighed and looked at the floor, shifting on his knees. “Yes, Daddy. I want my present.”
“Shut your eyes. Open your mouth.”
Jaejoong obeyed, expecting chocolate or fruit or something sweet. He was not expecting cold and plastic followed by tightness around his head. His eyes flew open while Daddy adjusted the thing around his mouth.
Ball gag. A fucking ball gag. Daddy had gone out to buy a ball gag.
Jaejoong glared.
“Not effective when you can’t pout at me,” Daddy said and tapped his cheek. He dangled a chain in front of Jaejoong’s face and then looped it through a couple of holes in the ball gag. His nipples were stretched almost too much and then Yunho stepped back. Leaving Jaejoong there on the floor. And then he took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of him.
“Should I send that to your best friend?”
He moaned, trying to move to release the pressure on his nipples.
Yunho stared at him, and then after a moment looked back at him. He laughed. “Yoochun wants to know if you like your present. Do you like your present, Baby Boo?”
Jaejoong nodded, tightness spreading up through his nipples. He swayed, almost falling forward.
“I owe you seven orgasms,” Yunho said. “Or should the three during the week count and you only get four?”
Jaejoong protested that with a loud noise.
Daddy laughed. “Okay. Then orgasm number one. Take off the cock ring and stroke yourself.” Daddy leaned against the wall, watching him.
Jaejoong tilted his head, sighing at the pain in a nipple.
“Now, Baby Boo. We haven’t got all day. Lots of sex to fit into the next few hours.”
Fuck.
Jaejoong swallowed, mouth a little dry from the way it was open. He shifted his knees apart a little, but could not sit back all the way. He released the cock ring with shaking hands and moaned. Fingers curled on the shaft, stroking up, and his body swayed. Daddy watched him. He flushed under his gaze, slow going for a moment before speeding up. He tried to lick his lips, licked the gag instead and whimpered. Each movement of his hand and head had the clamps pulling on his nipples. Not quite painful, just a stretch. He lifted his other hand and yanked on the chain, crying out at the sharp pain.
“I did not say you could do that. Stroke. That’s it. Hurry up and come, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong moaned and let the chain go. He stroked faster, twisting his hand over the tip to spread the slick precome down the shaft. Eyelids fluttering, he tried to focus on Daddy, but it was too much. He moved back, shoving the toy up into him as the end of it hit the tile floor. He moaned and moved forward, almost overcompensating and tilting. Part of him was amazed he hadn’t come yet, and the other part enjoyed the build up from Daddy watching him, the tightness of his muscles, the way his thighs shook and his ass clenched around the vibrating toy.
“God, you’re so beautiful Boo. I want to watch you come.”
Jaejoong moaned and sped up his strokes, feeling nothing but the tautness before orgasm, the moment of his release, boiling, pumping and spraying. He sagged, panting through the gag and quivered, muscles releasing, body going limp after the release of so much pressure. The thick curl of come on his fingers splattered to the floor with the rest of it.
“God, that’s sexy.”
Jaejoong swayed and fell against Daddy’s hip, gasping in the heady scent of come and cologne. The tightness around his head loosened and the gag fell out of his mouth, but Daddy had not removed the chain connecting it to the nipple clamps and he cried out in pain as they were pulled by the weight of the gag, hanging almost to his spent cock.
“Clean up your mess, Bbaby. With your mouth.”
Jaejoong winced, but did as he was told, going to his hands and knees to lick up the come all over the entryway tile. He made a mental note to make sure from now on that he cleaned the floor before the weekend.
Daddy ran his hands over Jaejoong’s back. “Such a good boy.”
Jaejoong shivered and hurried a little faster. As soon as he was done, Daddy kneeled in front of him. He removed the nipple clamps and licked at each one. His hand curled around Jaejoong’s dick, stroking slowly.
“Go bend over the arm of the couch,” Daddy said again his mouth. “I’m getting a tiny bit jealous of that toy in your ass.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Don’t. My ass would rather have your cock.”
Daddy chuckled and slapped his hip. “Go. Can’t wait anymore to fuck you.”
Jaejoong crawled to the couch and hoisted himself over it. He was only there for a moment before Daddy yanked the plug from him, pulling a loud yelp from Jaejoong. His protest and shout of “Daddy” was lost in another noise as Daddy thrust into him. Fingers digging into his hips, Daddy did not wait even a moment, settling into a harsh rhythm that had Jaejoong’s dick pressed up against the side of the couch and his face smashed into the cushion.
“Hands,” Daddy said and patted his lower back. “Give me your hands.”
Shaking, moaning, and well, yes drooling, Jaejoong lifted his hands up. Daddy gripped both of his wrists, suddenly pulling, and Jaejoong’s body tightened, lifted off the couch. HIs moans were no longer muffled, loud and steady with Daddy’s thrusts. His body quivered, still shimmering from the first orgasm. Daddy pulled his arms back farther, forcing Jaejoong’s hips into the arm of the couch. He managed a roll while Daddy was pulling out, rubbing his cock on the fabric. It was just enough pressure, just enough tension, to have lust swirling out of his control. He screamed Daddy’s name, earning himself a harsher tug on his arms, and he whimpered, murmured apologies, and pleadings.
“Daddy, let me come, please, Daddy, tell me I can come.”
What he thought were whispers were loud shouts, heard as echoes through his head. Daddy’s command to come ripped through it all, pounding out in time to his thrusts.
Jaejoong ground his hips into the couch, back arching, head tilted back, and he screamed as his body shook, pain twisting with the pleasure, pain that tripled when his body tried to sag back to the couch and his arms were yanked uncomfortably. He tried to tighten back into the position, but he was gasping too much, skin slick with sweat, body twitching through the aftershocks.
Daddy let him go, and he faceplanted on the couch, breathing with his mouth pressed to the couch. Daddy’s grip went to his hips, his thrusts erratic. Gasps of words and curses and praises pulsed through the wind in Jaejoong’s brain. Just a moment longer, Daddy slowed, harder thrusts, slapping their bodies together, while he filled Jaejoong’s body up with his come.
And then he fell forward, hands at Jaejoong’s head, face against his tattooed shoulder, lips on skin.
“Perfect. Perfect lovely baby,” he said, voice rough and breath labored.
Jaejoong smiled, flushing in a mixture of happiness and greed. He would be so perfect that Daddy would never want or need anyone else.
Daddy moan, shifting his hips a little bit. His cock slipped from jaejoong’s body with a dirty noise.
“I also got you an enema because you did not like I told you to.” Daddy spanked his ass once for that.
Jaejoong made a face that Daddy could not see, but must have made a disgruntled noise too because Daddy laughed.
“Two orgasms today, Kim Jaejoong. Quite a few more before Sunday. Let’s go take a nap, recover a bit. You still need more sleep anyway.”
“I’m okay, Daddy.”
“Maybe. But that was not a request. If you’re going to be stupid and not take care of yourself, then I have to do it for you.”
Jaejoong turned his head so his face was against the back of the couch, just to hide his happy smile because that is exactly what Daddy was supposed to do.
Daddy shifted, pushed himself up and moved away from him.
Jaejoong shivered as his body heat left, and then shivered harder when the fingers pressed into his body.
Daddy hummed and said, “Such a dirty mess.” Vibrations traveled up his spine as the toy was pressed against his body again. Jaejoong flushed in embarrassment at the wet noise the toy made while being shoved back inside him. And because he moaned and thrust back against it. God he was such a slut.
Daddy gripped his hips again and said, “Come on, baby, get up.”
Jaejoong sighed, but followed the physical command and pushed himself up and off the couch. He ended up pressed against Daddy’s firm body with Daddy’s arms around his waist. With his knees shaking a little, that was a good thing. He shut his eyes and just let Daddy lead them to wherever he wanted.
If Daddy led, then Jaejoong would follow.
Part 9: Rules were Meant to be Broken
Part 7: Hold Me When I Am Not Strong
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
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 8:
Yunho stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the wood, arms crossed. He watched his lover.
Lover. God, so much better than roommate.
Jaejoong was in the tub, almost completely covered with bubbles. He had his eyes shut, head resting against the edge.
“You’re so amazing, Boo,” Yunho said, almost whispered. The sound was lost in the rush of water filling the tub and the violins cresting into a crescendo.
But Jaejoong must have heard, because his eyes opened and he smiled. Yunho returned the smile and walked into the bathroom.
“Come get in,” Jaejoong demanded, arm stretched out to touch him.
Yunho shook his head and sat on the edge of the tub.
Jaejoong pouted.
“Soon,” Yunho said and reached for Jaejoong’s shampoo. “Get your hair wet and sit up.”
The disappointment turned into an eager smile and he ducked under really fast. He surfaced, rubbed the bubbles from his face and sat up, turned enough that Yunho was able to wash his hair. He preened under the firm touches and scratches, and Yunho moved soapy fingers down his neck and shoulders in a quick massage.
Jaejoong moaned in appreciation.
After the shampoo, he added conditioner with the same massage treatment. And then his body with first a soapy loufa and then a washcloth. The bath was more of a massage, and Yunho lifted his baby’s feet from the water, making sure to give each toe and muscle some attention. He wiped and cleaned every finger, up his arms and chest. And then teased his back, letting soapy fingers follow the coils of his tattoo back to the water.
Yunho spent a very long time cleaning his cock and balls, and his ass. He pressed fingers inside him, tapped the whorled entrance a few times, stroked his cock, squeezed his balls. Jaejoong’s whimpers echoed through the kitchen, but like a good boy, he did not come.
By this time, Yunho’s shorts were wet and he had to take a shower anyway. He told Jaejoong to pull the plug on the tub, and then both of them stood under the shower spray while Yunho washed his hair and body. Jaejoong wanted to do it, Yunho could tell, but he was so relaxed, still tired. It was faster if Yunho just did it himself. After rinsing off, Yunho helped Jaejoong out of the shower, hiding his surprise when the other fell to his knees. But he went with it, using one of Jaejoong’s large fluffy towels to dry them both off.
“Go pick up your clothes, and don’t forget the ones in the kitchen. I need to make a phone call to a client. He was supposed to get copies of some paperwork for me, but we’ll see.”
A loopy smile curled across Jaejoong’s face and he leaned his face against Yunho’s hip for a moment. “Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry about the clothes. I wasn’t thinking last night.”
Yunho touched his neck softly. “I know. Are you feeling okay to make breakfast?”
“I’m always feeling okay to cook, Daddy,” Jaejoong said, slightly affronted.
Yunho chuckled. “Then go make breakfast. Wear the waist apron. That blue one that still has a come stain on it from day one.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Okay, Daddy.”
Yunho wasn’t sure why, but Jaejoong crawled out of the bathroom, showing off his red ass while he went. Yunho moaned and gripped the counter instead of his cock. Orgasms were more fulfilling with Jaejoong. He had to remember that.
He went to his room, made his phone call, unsurprised that he got the man’s voicemail. He sighed in frustration. He wasn’t going to win this case if the man did not cooperate.
He wore nothing more than basketball shorts. He was just going to be naked most of the day anyway.
Before going to the kitchen, he stopped in Jaejoong’s closet to make sure he’d cleaned up his clothes and then went to his favorite drawer to pick out a few toys.
He stopped just inside the kitchen to watch his pretty lover. He noted that his movements were deliberate, but not weak. He was okay after his night of drinking and after that relaxing bath. Yunho was not surprised.
Jaejoong was amazing. Yunho had always thought so. He moved through the kitchen gracefully, grace that managed to disappear as soon as he was anywhere else. Yunho had seen Jaejoong trip on the flat floor of the living room more than once. But this kitchen was his sanctuary, his temple, and Yunho vowed to worship him in the kitchen as often as he could.
Starting now.
“Have you figured out your safeword yet, baby?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong smirked over his shoulder. “Unconventional.”
Yunho laughed. “Why that?”
“Because it’s ... us. Isn’t it?”
Yunho smiled. “Do you think you can say that big word while I have you trussed up, tied up and desperate for release?”
Jaejoong shivered. “If not, I’ll just use ‘safeword.’ Is that okay, Daddy?”
“Yes. Can you stop cooking for a few minutes? Will that ruin everything?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Only if you try to help afterward.”
Yunho mock-glared at his lover and said, “Well, now maybe I won’t show you what I have in mind.”
Jaejoong bit his lip, obviously trying to look contrite and failing. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Yeah, sure you are. Get over here.” Jaejoong sat his spoon down on a plate and moved to where Yunho leaned against the island.
Yunho cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. “You’re not sad like you were last weekend.”
Jaejoong smiled. “After the punishment? It was just really soon, last weekend. I’m okay with you throwing me over your lap to take your hand to me. Or a spatula when I disappoint you.”
Yunho moaned and kissed him again.
“And you like it too,” Jaejoong said, sliding his hands over Yunho’s bare chest. “Daddy’s cock was so hard while you spanked me.”
“Fuck.”
“After breakfast.”
Yunho nodded and took a deep breath of control. “Bend over the island, baby.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in anticipation as he obeyed. “Oh god, Daddy.”
“You really are Boo Jaejoong if you didn’t notice that I’d brought toys with me.”
“I was looking at you,” Jaejoong said with a small moan. “Way more important.”
Yunho laughed and moved behind Jaejoong. His ass was bright red, and Yunho frowned, running his hands over it. Jaejoong canted back into the touch with another moan.
Yunho let himself trace the curves of each buttcheek, pat them softly, cup them and tickle the spot between ass and leg. “Is your dick hard, baby?”
“Daddy is touching me, so yes.”
Yunho chuckled, squeezing much harder, and Jaejoong whimpered, but did not try to get away. “Hand me the lube.”
Shaking, Jaejoong reached for it, and half tossed and half rolled it to Yunho. Yunho dumped some right at his cleft, rubbing it with his fingers. He pressed two into Jaejoong’s tight entrance, shaking himself at the heavy moan from Jaejoong’s throat.
The toy he’d chosen was a plug, bright pink with a bulbous head tapering to the base, but the base was a round ball, meant to stick out. A button at the end of the ball turned on the vibrations. Yunho teased Jaejoong with the tip of the plug, in and out of his body, adding more lube until it dripped down Jaejoong’s inner thighs.
Jaejoong’s moan echoed around the kitchen, and his cry when Yunho finally pushed the toy into him was heavenly. Yunho’s head swam with lust. His cock was so hard. But he had control, damnit!
Well, mostly.
He played with the plug a little longer and then hit the button to turn on the vibrations.
Jaejoong’s body shook, entrance clamping down on the toy.
Yunho pulled him up and turned him around, and Jaejoong pressed against the island and then swayed forward into Yunho with a gasp.
“Can you still cook me breakfast?”
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open, and then shut. He licked his lips and nodded, mouth open in a soft moan.
Yunho kissed him. “I can turn off the vibrations.”
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open and he glared. “Don’t you dare, Daddy.”
Yunho laughed. “How about clamps again?” he asked, pointing to them. “Are your nipples okay?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, please, please, Daddy. They’re fine.”
Yunho hummed in concern. He pinched one nipple, pulling a whine from Jaejoong’s throat. “I don’t know if they are. I need to check them.” He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. Jaejoong’s hands tangled in his hair and Yunho teased. Back and forth between them, until they were red and wet.
“Hmm, they look sore now.”
“Fuck, please, Daddy. I want them.”
Yunho smiled and kissed his open mouth. “Okay, Boo. Whatever you want.” Yunho was careful while he attached the clamps to each budded nipple. Or so he told Jaejoong. He really just wanted to play, taking them off and putting them back on, making sure they were straight.
Jaejoong was a shaking mess by the time he was done, by the time Yunho had the chain in his hand and was tugging on them just to make sure the clamps were secure.
“Daddy. I ... I ...”
“What, baby?”
“Come, might ... might ... cock ring, please. Please, Daddy.”
“I did not bring one with me.”
“Please. Please. I’m ... not ... not ... I can’t ... Sexy. Too sexy, please.” He took a deep breath. “I’m not trained yet, Daddy.”
Trained? Oh god. Yunho moaned and kissed him.
“Please. Until I learn. I can’t stop it.”
“I’ll be right back, lay over the counter until I get back. Don’t touch yourself.”
“Yes, Daddy, sorry.”
Yunho stopped just outside the kitchen and leaned against the wall. He bit back a moan, biting his hand to stifle it. His other hand went right to his rock hard dick. Fuck, he was not going to survive this.
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Jaejoong heard his Daddy moan just beyond the kitchen. He smirked, debated jerking off just to get another spanking and decided not to. He was sure there were more things he could do to earn him another one today. He did not mind being desperate with no way to come, especially when Daddy was just as desperate.
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Jaejoong frowned at the front door. He had no idea where Yunho went. After breakfast, Yunho had pointed to a particular tile in the entryway and said, “Don’t move from this spot until I get back.” And then he left. He left Jaejoong on what was supposed to be their day. Saturday.
He crossed his arms, moaning at the tug on his clamped nipples. The toy in his ass was still vibrating up a storm and his hard cock was dripping precome, making him shake through dry orgasms.
But he was angry.
Angry at Daddy for leaving him.
His knees ached, but he could not sit because of the toy. His legs were spread and he was sitting back on his heals. It was the only way to be even slightly comfortable. He’d dug his nails into his thighs to keep from stroking his dick.
The worst part was he did not have his phone with him, and he was not allowed to move to go get it. He huffed in frustration.
He was so angry.
But when the lock moved, he sat up with a smile, happy that Daddy had come back, and then angry at himself because he should be mad at Daddy because Daddy left him.
He pouted and glared at Daddy when he finally came through the door.
Daddy smiled at him and patted his head, walking right by him.
Jaejoong made a noise and said, “Daddy!”
Daddy looked over his shoulder, put a finger to his lips, and said, “Shush, Jaejoong.”
Frowning harder and narrowing his eyes, Jaejoong glared. How dare he! The water ran in the kitchen for a moment, and then Daddy was back, swinging something from his finger.
“Why are you so angry with me?”
“Today is our day and you left! You’re not supposed to leave on our day!”
“I was only gone for twenty minutes. And I bought you a present.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth and then shut it. He bit his lip, and then glared. He liked presents, but he was angry.
“Do you want your present?”
Jaejoong huffed.
“I guess I won’t give it to you, since you obviously don’t want it.”
Jaejoong sighed and looked at the floor, shifting on his knees. “Yes, Daddy. I want my present.”
“Shut your eyes. Open your mouth.”
Jaejoong obeyed, expecting chocolate or fruit or something sweet. He was not expecting cold and plastic followed by tightness around his head. His eyes flew open while Daddy adjusted the thing around his mouth.
Ball gag. A fucking ball gag. Daddy had gone out to buy a ball gag.
Jaejoong glared.
“Not effective when you can’t pout at me,” Daddy said and tapped his cheek. He dangled a chain in front of Jaejoong’s face and then looped it through a couple of holes in the ball gag. His nipples were stretched almost too much and then Yunho stepped back. Leaving Jaejoong there on the floor. And then he took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of him.
“Should I send that to your best friend?”
He moaned, trying to move to release the pressure on his nipples.
Yunho stared at him, and then after a moment looked back at him. He laughed. “Yoochun wants to know if you like your present. Do you like your present, Baby Boo?”
Jaejoong nodded, tightness spreading up through his nipples. He swayed, almost falling forward.
“I owe you seven orgasms,” Yunho said. “Or should the three during the week count and you only get four?”
Jaejoong protested that with a loud noise.
Daddy laughed. “Okay. Then orgasm number one. Take off the cock ring and stroke yourself.” Daddy leaned against the wall, watching him.
Jaejoong tilted his head, sighing at the pain in a nipple.
“Now, Baby Boo. We haven’t got all day. Lots of sex to fit into the next few hours.”
Fuck.
Jaejoong swallowed, mouth a little dry from the way it was open. He shifted his knees apart a little, but could not sit back all the way. He released the cock ring with shaking hands and moaned. Fingers curled on the shaft, stroking up, and his body swayed. Daddy watched him. He flushed under his gaze, slow going for a moment before speeding up. He tried to lick his lips, licked the gag instead and whimpered. Each movement of his hand and head had the clamps pulling on his nipples. Not quite painful, just a stretch. He lifted his other hand and yanked on the chain, crying out at the sharp pain.
“I did not say you could do that. Stroke. That’s it. Hurry up and come, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong moaned and let the chain go. He stroked faster, twisting his hand over the tip to spread the slick precome down the shaft. Eyelids fluttering, he tried to focus on Daddy, but it was too much. He moved back, shoving the toy up into him as the end of it hit the tile floor. He moaned and moved forward, almost overcompensating and tilting. Part of him was amazed he hadn’t come yet, and the other part enjoyed the build up from Daddy watching him, the tightness of his muscles, the way his thighs shook and his ass clenched around the vibrating toy.
“God, you’re so beautiful Boo. I want to watch you come.”
Jaejoong moaned and sped up his strokes, feeling nothing but the tautness before orgasm, the moment of his release, boiling, pumping and spraying. He sagged, panting through the gag and quivered, muscles releasing, body going limp after the release of so much pressure. The thick curl of come on his fingers splattered to the floor with the rest of it.
“God, that’s sexy.”
Jaejoong swayed and fell against Daddy’s hip, gasping in the heady scent of come and cologne. The tightness around his head loosened and the gag fell out of his mouth, but Daddy had not removed the chain connecting it to the nipple clamps and he cried out in pain as they were pulled by the weight of the gag, hanging almost to his spent cock.
“Clean up your mess, Bbaby. With your mouth.”
Jaejoong winced, but did as he was told, going to his hands and knees to lick up the come all over the entryway tile. He made a mental note to make sure from now on that he cleaned the floor before the weekend.
Daddy ran his hands over Jaejoong’s back. “Such a good boy.”
Jaejoong shivered and hurried a little faster. As soon as he was done, Daddy kneeled in front of him. He removed the nipple clamps and licked at each one. His hand curled around Jaejoong’s dick, stroking slowly.
“Go bend over the arm of the couch,” Daddy said again his mouth. “I’m getting a tiny bit jealous of that toy in your ass.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Don’t. My ass would rather have your cock.”
Daddy chuckled and slapped his hip. “Go. Can’t wait anymore to fuck you.”
Jaejoong crawled to the couch and hoisted himself over it. He was only there for a moment before Daddy yanked the plug from him, pulling a loud yelp from Jaejoong. His protest and shout of “Daddy” was lost in another noise as Daddy thrust into him. Fingers digging into his hips, Daddy did not wait even a moment, settling into a harsh rhythm that had Jaejoong’s dick pressed up against the side of the couch and his face smashed into the cushion.
“Hands,” Daddy said and patted his lower back. “Give me your hands.”
Shaking, moaning, and well, yes drooling, Jaejoong lifted his hands up. Daddy gripped both of his wrists, suddenly pulling, and Jaejoong’s body tightened, lifted off the couch. HIs moans were no longer muffled, loud and steady with Daddy’s thrusts. His body quivered, still shimmering from the first orgasm. Daddy pulled his arms back farther, forcing Jaejoong’s hips into the arm of the couch. He managed a roll while Daddy was pulling out, rubbing his cock on the fabric. It was just enough pressure, just enough tension, to have lust swirling out of his control. He screamed Daddy’s name, earning himself a harsher tug on his arms, and he whimpered, murmured apologies, and pleadings.
“Daddy, let me come, please, Daddy, tell me I can come.”
What he thought were whispers were loud shouts, heard as echoes through his head. Daddy’s command to come ripped through it all, pounding out in time to his thrusts.
Jaejoong ground his hips into the couch, back arching, head tilted back, and he screamed as his body shook, pain twisting with the pleasure, pain that tripled when his body tried to sag back to the couch and his arms were yanked uncomfortably. He tried to tighten back into the position, but he was gasping too much, skin slick with sweat, body twitching through the aftershocks.
Daddy let him go, and he faceplanted on the couch, breathing with his mouth pressed to the couch. Daddy’s grip went to his hips, his thrusts erratic. Gasps of words and curses and praises pulsed through the wind in Jaejoong’s brain. Just a moment longer, Daddy slowed, harder thrusts, slapping their bodies together, while he filled Jaejoong’s body up with his come.
And then he fell forward, hands at Jaejoong’s head, face against his tattooed shoulder, lips on skin.
“Perfect. Perfect lovely baby,” he said, voice rough and breath labored.
Jaejoong smiled, flushing in a mixture of happiness and greed. He would be so perfect that Daddy would never want or need anyone else.
Daddy moan, shifting his hips a little bit. His cock slipped from jaejoong’s body with a dirty noise.
“I also got you an enema because you did not like I told you to.” Daddy spanked his ass once for that.
Jaejoong made a face that Daddy could not see, but must have made a disgruntled noise too because Daddy laughed.
“Two orgasms today, Kim Jaejoong. Quite a few more before Sunday. Let’s go take a nap, recover a bit. You still need more sleep anyway.”
“I’m okay, Daddy.”
“Maybe. But that was not a request. If you’re going to be stupid and not take care of yourself, then I have to do it for you.”
Jaejoong turned his head so his face was against the back of the couch, just to hide his happy smile because that is exactly what Daddy was supposed to do.
Daddy shifted, pushed himself up and moved away from him.
Jaejoong shivered as his body heat left, and then shivered harder when the fingers pressed into his body.
Daddy hummed and said, “Such a dirty mess.” Vibrations traveled up his spine as the toy was pressed against his body again. Jaejoong flushed in embarrassment at the wet noise the toy made while being shoved back inside him. And because he moaned and thrust back against it. God he was such a slut.
Daddy gripped his hips again and said, “Come on, baby, get up.”
Jaejoong sighed, but followed the physical command and pushed himself up and off the couch. He ended up pressed against Daddy’s firm body with Daddy’s arms around his waist. With his knees shaking a little, that was a good thing. He shut his eyes and just let Daddy lead them to wherever he wanted.
If Daddy led, then Jaejoong would follow.
Part 9: Rules were Meant to be Broken
Part 7: Hold Me When I Am Not Strong
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
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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