You're The Sea And I'm Drowning
Title: You’re The Sea And I’m Drowning
Rating: R for mild sex scenes
Word Count: 2.1k
Pairing: Suho/Kai
Warning: daddykink
Notes: written for bae boo twin because of exams and :3 i hope you like this because it’s my first time writing daddykink or just kinkfic in general :----) ilu and you’re going to do great! (Also, I'm sorry this was more daddy fic than model au hur )
Summary: Daddy can’t ever deny his Baby Boy.
When Junmyeon sees Jongin stepping out onto the runway, he wants to grab the boy and fuck that smirk off his chiseled face. He wants to fuck him right there and then and let the whole world know that Kim Jongin was his, his little baby boy.
♕
As the chairman of one of the largest conglomerates in the world, he had ultimate authority in the fashion industry, considering he was one of their biggest sponsors. Which was why Jongin, under his recommendation, could model for huge brands at fashion weeks despite being a novice to the runway.
His little boy was made for the runway, all tall and lithe with that scorching gaze that could cause fires if he wasn’t careful. But Jongin didn’t use to be like this, Jongin used to be a proper grown up with the life sucked out of his life and the barest spark when he was dancing.
Junmyeon changed everything.
♕
Junmyeon had found him on the streets, body twisting and turning, popping and locking in the most beautiful way. It wasn’t really a find, more of Junmyeon sitting calmly in the backseat and taking notice of the boy outside in the biting chill, cheeks reddened and lips pulled wide in a smile.
The boy had barely three layers of clothing on and when he finished his little performance, Junmyeon saw him run off, pulling his thin coat tightly around himself. He needed someone to take care of him and Junmyeon had a thing for taking care of weak little boys who needed taking care of.
Waving a hand at his driver to pull up by the curb, Junmyeon steps out of the Bentley with a genial smile at the middle-aged ajummas staring at him. Suited gentlemen didn’t really appear in these parts of Seoul, where the night markets were and Junmyeon was considered an almost extinct species.
His shiny leather shoes sounded loudly on the stone pavement as he follows the young boy into a dark alley. Right at the side of the path, there is a small nondescript door which the boy goes through. There was no indication of what was inside and Junmyeon’s senses were assaulted by the overwhelming scent of broth. Broth that had evidently been boiled and simmered for hours, giving rise to a scent that made Junmyeon sigh.
The boy settled into a high chair by the counter, where a huge bowl of ramen was placed in front of him by a smiling old lady, ruffling his hair. “Jongin ah, eat slowly, don’t slurp, it’s rude!” But her reprimand was accompanied by a small indulgent smile as she watched Jongin eat.
Junmyeon sits down gingerly beside the boy and orders a bowl of shoyu ramen without bamboo shoots, flashing a charming smile at the elderly woman.
“So, Jongin.”
The boy stops his gobbling down of the noodles and turns to stare at Junmyeon, oily lips shining even in the shop’s dimness. “How do you know my name?”
The elder man ignores his question, continuing to speak. “I’m Junmyeon, and I have a preposition for you, Jongin.”
Jongin nods, “I’m listening,” before he went back to his bowl, shovelling the yellow ramen noodles into his mouth before they went soggy and even tilting up the bowl to drink up the broth.
“I have money to spare,” Junmyeon emphasises his words by handing the old woman a 1000000 won note for the 13000 won bowl of noodles she set in front of him, “Keep the change.” And Jongin finally looks at him again, mouth gaping.
“You have money, okay, I get it. But what has it got to do with me?”
“Simple. You let me look after you and return, you can call me Daddy. I have too much time and too much money. And I enjoy looking after people, you seem like you’re in need of care.”
Jongin’s hesitant nod sealed the deal., grandmother needed money for her medicine and his sister needed money for college, Junmyeon seemed sane at least, what had Jongin got to lose?
♕
That was a few months ago and Jongin never once regretted that decision. That one reluctant nod changed his life, forever. Junmyeon was a gentleman, even in bed, his only kink was Jongin calling him Daddy and Daddy’s possessiveness turned Jongin on to no end.
He was a brat to Junmyeon, and they both loved it. It meant that Daddy could punish his baby boy and Jongin could finally act his age, a young boy of 18 finally able to go back to being a child.
But he was only Daddy’s baby boy, Jongin was still the charismatic man who still intimidated and yet, attracted other people who were not Junmyeon. His shy smiles were for Daddy and his little pouts were as well.
Junmyeon gave Jongin everything he wanted, he was the kindest, most giving person Jongin had ever met and he was so very patient with his baby boy. But Junmyeon was a force to be contended with as a businessman. His power to shift the economy to his whims and fancy made his rivals terrified of him. He was cold, calculating and ruthless while in the office, commanding respect even from the people who disapproved of him.
Jongin knows Daddy loves him, even if it was attraction in the past, the care Junmyeon gave to him was loving to say the least and he loved Daddy too. He stopped dancing in the streets, because Junmyeon got angry and he hates it when Daddy is upset with him.
”Jongin, Daddy said no. Why didn’t you listen to me? You ran out of the apartment without telling me where you were going, what if something had happened? I wouldn’t even know where to find you!”
Jongin bit his lip in remorse and he reached to wrap tanned arms around Junmyeon, nuzzling into his neck.
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I promise! I was so bored and you went to work early… I promise, this is the first and last time, Daddy.”
And Jongin had apologised to Junmyeon properly on their bed, writhing on the sheets as Daddy fucked into him.
“No,” Thrusts in.
“More,” Pulls out.
“Of,” Thrusts in.
“This,” Pulls out.
“Ever,” Thrusts in.
“Again.” Junmyeon empties himself into Jongin with a muffled groan, face buried in the younger man’s neck.
Jongin comes with a scream, as he tries to nod.
“I promise, Daddy, I promise…”
He falls asleep with his head pillowed on Junmyeon’s chest, the letter’s arms wrapped around him securely.
♕
“Daddy, I wanna be a model.”
Junmyeon looks up from the papers, sipping his coffee as he tilts his head at Jongin.
“Baby, you’re already Daddy’s model, i got you new clothes, will you wear them for me tonight?”
Jongin’s cheeks flush a bright red and he pouts, nodding before turning back to the stove, plating the eggs neatly.
“Daddy, you know that’s not what I meant, I wanna be on the runway.”
The elder man laughs and he reaches to slice up the bacon, feeding a piece to Jongin as he places a small kiss on his boyfriend’s neck.
“Why the sudden thought?”
“Seoul Fashion Week is coming up and I- Daddy, the models look so good on the runway. I wanna be on it too!” Jongin reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper that seemed to have been crumpled up before it was neatly pressed.
Unfolding the page torn out of a magazine, the boy grins, pointing to the article and “Daddy! Look at all the pretty people! I want to be pretty too…”
The elder male laughs and he sets the papers aside, pulling Jongin into his lap, the latter straddling his thighs as he looks down at Junmyeon.
He pecks Daddy’s eyes, nose, cheeks and finally his lips, encircling Junmyeon’s neck with his long arms. When Jongin smiles up at Junmyeon, with his eyes wide not smouldering, the elder feels something stop in his chest and his heart aches for the little boy, his baby boy who was forced to grow up all too quickly and he decides that he was going to try all ways, pull all strings to let Jongin go on that runway.
He wanted to make Jongin happy because if Jongin was happy, then he was too.
Jongin’s scream of excitement when Junmyeon tells him that’s he’s going to be walking for Coco Chanel makes all that he did worth it.
His baby boy looks all grown up on the runway, eyes dark and mysterious and his cheekbones were so sharp they looked like they could cut someone. But when Jongin’s stern expression fades into a small shy smile down at Junmyeon, the elder man feels his dress pants tightening, having to place his hands discreetly over his lap to hide his arousal.
A natural clotheshorse, Jongin walks down the brightly lit path once, twice, thrice more and even for the finale of the season, an honour only the topmost models had. Junmyeon watches how compatible his baby boy is with the female model beside him and how they’d be perfect for each other and a waves of jealousy floods him.
Jongin was his.
♕
Junmyeon drags Jongin home in silence, fingers digging into the younger man’s hipbone as Daddy pulls his baby boy close. His eyes are dark and hooded and the intense gaze he had on Jongin hadn’t faded after he’d strutted off the stage.
“D-Daddy…? What’s wrong?” Jongin asks softly, leaning into Junmyeon to wrap his arms around the latter tightly, fearful.
Junmyeon was known to be able to destroy an entire company with just one displeasured wave to his secretary and the calm demeanour he always possessed was always hanging by a thin thread. Jongin knew this better than anyone else, when Junmyeon came home to him with his brows furrowed, stripping before climbing into bed with Jongin. Shuddering breaths replaced his light snoring and Jongin wakes up to find Junmyeon softly sobbing into his neck.
“Jongin ah, let’s run away. We can go to New Zealand, I have a farm there… Let’s not ever come back.” And Jongin smiles, patting Junmyeon lightly back into slumber as he nods, “Okay, Daddy, okay. We’ll rear sheep and cows and we can have a little garden and fresh milk everyday.”
But every morning when he wakes up, Junmyeon is back to being the cold man and it was as if last night never happened, because Junmyeon can’t leave Seoul. he can’t leave the people who expect him to expand the family business and most of all, Junmyeon has people in Seoul other than Jongin he cares about and the loyalty he has would never let him go.
So Jongin keeps quiet, he makes breakfast and feeds Daddy before he goes off to work, kissing him goodbye, promising to bring him a special lunchbox.
Junmyeon refuses to say a word, for every soft noise that escaped Jongin’s mouth made his cock grow infinitely harder and he just wants to fuck his baby boy, fuck him on the runway, against the car and in the car with the windows rolled down.
He wants, needs to show the world, everyone that could see, that Jongin was his and how they clapped for him sent a surge of pride and possessiveness up to his head. That was his baby boy.
Daddy pushes little Jongin down on the bed, ripping his tie off and using it to tie tanned wrists together as he pulled down his baby boy’s dress pants, pressing into him after slicking himself up. Junmyeon fucks into Jongin as if they hadn’t met for a month, he fucks into Jongin like a crazed man, the bed shaking beneath them and Junmyeon fucks his name into Jongin, branding him with come as he sucks blooms across the soft skin of his baby boy’s neck.
♕
Wherever Junmyeon is, Jongin will be there too.
Because Daddy’s baby boy can’t leave Daddy and if the only thing he can do is to let Daddy cry against his skin after a hard day, then so be it. If the only thing he can do to reassure Junmyeon that Jongin was his is to let Daddy fuck him into oblivion, marking every untouched inch of his skin, then so be it.
Jongin loves his Daddy and he doesn’t and will never think that his love is enough to make Daddy happy, to make up for all that he’s been given but love is the most that Jongin can give and he can only hope that it's enough.
Rating: R for mild sex scenes
Word Count: 2.1k
Pairing: Suho/Kai
Warning: daddykink
Notes: written for bae boo twin because of exams and :3 i hope you like this because it’s my first time writing daddykink or just kinkfic in general :----) ilu and you’re going to do great! (Also, I'm sorry this was more daddy fic than model au hur )
Summary: Daddy can’t ever deny his Baby Boy.
When Junmyeon sees Jongin stepping out onto the runway, he wants to grab the boy and fuck that smirk off his chiseled face. He wants to fuck him right there and then and let the whole world know that Kim Jongin was his, his little baby boy.
♕
As the chairman of one of the largest conglomerates in the world, he had ultimate authority in the fashion industry, considering he was one of their biggest sponsors. Which was why Jongin, under his recommendation, could model for huge brands at fashion weeks despite being a novice to the runway.
His little boy was made for the runway, all tall and lithe with that scorching gaze that could cause fires if he wasn’t careful. But Jongin didn’t use to be like this, Jongin used to be a proper grown up with the life sucked out of his life and the barest spark when he was dancing.
Junmyeon changed everything.
♕
Junmyeon had found him on the streets, body twisting and turning, popping and locking in the most beautiful way. It wasn’t really a find, more of Junmyeon sitting calmly in the backseat and taking notice of the boy outside in the biting chill, cheeks reddened and lips pulled wide in a smile.
The boy had barely three layers of clothing on and when he finished his little performance, Junmyeon saw him run off, pulling his thin coat tightly around himself. He needed someone to take care of him and Junmyeon had a thing for taking care of weak little boys who needed taking care of.
Waving a hand at his driver to pull up by the curb, Junmyeon steps out of the Bentley with a genial smile at the middle-aged ajummas staring at him. Suited gentlemen didn’t really appear in these parts of Seoul, where the night markets were and Junmyeon was considered an almost extinct species.
His shiny leather shoes sounded loudly on the stone pavement as he follows the young boy into a dark alley. Right at the side of the path, there is a small nondescript door which the boy goes through. There was no indication of what was inside and Junmyeon’s senses were assaulted by the overwhelming scent of broth. Broth that had evidently been boiled and simmered for hours, giving rise to a scent that made Junmyeon sigh.
The boy settled into a high chair by the counter, where a huge bowl of ramen was placed in front of him by a smiling old lady, ruffling his hair. “Jongin ah, eat slowly, don’t slurp, it’s rude!” But her reprimand was accompanied by a small indulgent smile as she watched Jongin eat.
Junmyeon sits down gingerly beside the boy and orders a bowl of shoyu ramen without bamboo shoots, flashing a charming smile at the elderly woman.
“So, Jongin.”
The boy stops his gobbling down of the noodles and turns to stare at Junmyeon, oily lips shining even in the shop’s dimness. “How do you know my name?”
The elder man ignores his question, continuing to speak. “I’m Junmyeon, and I have a preposition for you, Jongin.”
Jongin nods, “I’m listening,” before he went back to his bowl, shovelling the yellow ramen noodles into his mouth before they went soggy and even tilting up the bowl to drink up the broth.
“I have money to spare,” Junmyeon emphasises his words by handing the old woman a 1000000 won note for the 13000 won bowl of noodles she set in front of him, “Keep the change.” And Jongin finally looks at him again, mouth gaping.
“You have money, okay, I get it. But what has it got to do with me?”
“Simple. You let me look after you and return, you can call me Daddy. I have too much time and too much money. And I enjoy looking after people, you seem like you’re in need of care.”
Jongin’s hesitant nod sealed the deal., grandmother needed money for her medicine and his sister needed money for college, Junmyeon seemed sane at least, what had Jongin got to lose?
♕
That was a few months ago and Jongin never once regretted that decision. That one reluctant nod changed his life, forever. Junmyeon was a gentleman, even in bed, his only kink was Jongin calling him Daddy and Daddy’s possessiveness turned Jongin on to no end.
He was a brat to Junmyeon, and they both loved it. It meant that Daddy could punish his baby boy and Jongin could finally act his age, a young boy of 18 finally able to go back to being a child.
But he was only Daddy’s baby boy, Jongin was still the charismatic man who still intimidated and yet, attracted other people who were not Junmyeon. His shy smiles were for Daddy and his little pouts were as well.
Junmyeon gave Jongin everything he wanted, he was the kindest, most giving person Jongin had ever met and he was so very patient with his baby boy. But Junmyeon was a force to be contended with as a businessman. His power to shift the economy to his whims and fancy made his rivals terrified of him. He was cold, calculating and ruthless while in the office, commanding respect even from the people who disapproved of him.
Jongin knows Daddy loves him, even if it was attraction in the past, the care Junmyeon gave to him was loving to say the least and he loved Daddy too. He stopped dancing in the streets, because Junmyeon got angry and he hates it when Daddy is upset with him.
”Jongin, Daddy said no. Why didn’t you listen to me? You ran out of the apartment without telling me where you were going, what if something had happened? I wouldn’t even know where to find you!”
Jongin bit his lip in remorse and he reached to wrap tanned arms around Junmyeon, nuzzling into his neck.
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I promise! I was so bored and you went to work early… I promise, this is the first and last time, Daddy.”
And Jongin had apologised to Junmyeon properly on their bed, writhing on the sheets as Daddy fucked into him.
“No,” Thrusts in.
“More,” Pulls out.
“Of,” Thrusts in.
“This,” Pulls out.
“Ever,” Thrusts in.
“Again.” Junmyeon empties himself into Jongin with a muffled groan, face buried in the younger man’s neck.
Jongin comes with a scream, as he tries to nod.
“I promise, Daddy, I promise…”
He falls asleep with his head pillowed on Junmyeon’s chest, the letter’s arms wrapped around him securely.
♕
“Daddy, I wanna be a model.”
Junmyeon looks up from the papers, sipping his coffee as he tilts his head at Jongin.
“Baby, you’re already Daddy’s model, i got you new clothes, will you wear them for me tonight?”
Jongin’s cheeks flush a bright red and he pouts, nodding before turning back to the stove, plating the eggs neatly.
“Daddy, you know that’s not what I meant, I wanna be on the runway.”
The elder man laughs and he reaches to slice up the bacon, feeding a piece to Jongin as he places a small kiss on his boyfriend’s neck.
“Why the sudden thought?”
“Seoul Fashion Week is coming up and I- Daddy, the models look so good on the runway. I wanna be on it too!” Jongin reaches into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper that seemed to have been crumpled up before it was neatly pressed.
Unfolding the page torn out of a magazine, the boy grins, pointing to the article and “Daddy! Look at all the pretty people! I want to be pretty too…”
The elder male laughs and he sets the papers aside, pulling Jongin into his lap, the latter straddling his thighs as he looks down at Junmyeon.
He pecks Daddy’s eyes, nose, cheeks and finally his lips, encircling Junmyeon’s neck with his long arms. When Jongin smiles up at Junmyeon, with his eyes wide not smouldering, the elder feels something stop in his chest and his heart aches for the little boy, his baby boy who was forced to grow up all too quickly and he decides that he was going to try all ways, pull all strings to let Jongin go on that runway.
He wanted to make Jongin happy because if Jongin was happy, then he was too.
Jongin’s scream of excitement when Junmyeon tells him that’s he’s going to be walking for Coco Chanel makes all that he did worth it.
His baby boy looks all grown up on the runway, eyes dark and mysterious and his cheekbones were so sharp they looked like they could cut someone. But when Jongin’s stern expression fades into a small shy smile down at Junmyeon, the elder man feels his dress pants tightening, having to place his hands discreetly over his lap to hide his arousal.
A natural clotheshorse, Jongin walks down the brightly lit path once, twice, thrice more and even for the finale of the season, an honour only the topmost models had. Junmyeon watches how compatible his baby boy is with the female model beside him and how they’d be perfect for each other and a waves of jealousy floods him.
Jongin was his.
♕
Junmyeon drags Jongin home in silence, fingers digging into the younger man’s hipbone as Daddy pulls his baby boy close. His eyes are dark and hooded and the intense gaze he had on Jongin hadn’t faded after he’d strutted off the stage.
“D-Daddy…? What’s wrong?” Jongin asks softly, leaning into Junmyeon to wrap his arms around the latter tightly, fearful.
Junmyeon was known to be able to destroy an entire company with just one displeasured wave to his secretary and the calm demeanour he always possessed was always hanging by a thin thread. Jongin knew this better than anyone else, when Junmyeon came home to him with his brows furrowed, stripping before climbing into bed with Jongin. Shuddering breaths replaced his light snoring and Jongin wakes up to find Junmyeon softly sobbing into his neck.
“Jongin ah, let’s run away. We can go to New Zealand, I have a farm there… Let’s not ever come back.” And Jongin smiles, patting Junmyeon lightly back into slumber as he nods, “Okay, Daddy, okay. We’ll rear sheep and cows and we can have a little garden and fresh milk everyday.”
But every morning when he wakes up, Junmyeon is back to being the cold man and it was as if last night never happened, because Junmyeon can’t leave Seoul. he can’t leave the people who expect him to expand the family business and most of all, Junmyeon has people in Seoul other than Jongin he cares about and the loyalty he has would never let him go.
So Jongin keeps quiet, he makes breakfast and feeds Daddy before he goes off to work, kissing him goodbye, promising to bring him a special lunchbox.
Junmyeon refuses to say a word, for every soft noise that escaped Jongin’s mouth made his cock grow infinitely harder and he just wants to fuck his baby boy, fuck him on the runway, against the car and in the car with the windows rolled down.
He wants, needs to show the world, everyone that could see, that Jongin was his and how they clapped for him sent a surge of pride and possessiveness up to his head. That was his baby boy.
Daddy pushes little Jongin down on the bed, ripping his tie off and using it to tie tanned wrists together as he pulled down his baby boy’s dress pants, pressing into him after slicking himself up. Junmyeon fucks into Jongin as if they hadn’t met for a month, he fucks into Jongin like a crazed man, the bed shaking beneath them and Junmyeon fucks his name into Jongin, branding him with come as he sucks blooms across the soft skin of his baby boy’s neck.
♕
Wherever Junmyeon is, Jongin will be there too.
Because Daddy’s baby boy can’t leave Daddy and if the only thing he can do is to let Daddy cry against his skin after a hard day, then so be it. If the only thing he can do to reassure Junmyeon that Jongin was his is to let Daddy fuck him into oblivion, marking every untouched inch of his skin, then so be it.
Jongin loves his Daddy and he doesn’t and will never think that his love is enough to make Daddy happy, to make up for all that he’s been given but love is the most that Jongin can give and he can only hope that it's enough.