We’re just starters
Title: We’re just starters
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongdae
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,591 words
Warning: daddy kink.
Summary: Chanyeol wants to try something just a little different, Jongdae doesn’t have the heart to refuse, actually, he plays along with it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Notes: written for fashcndy for exok-ink. Thank you Sana for beta-ing this and Ansa for proofreading it!
“Jesus fucking Christ, Park Chanyeol, we’re the same age,” Jongdae, exasperated, throws his hands up, trying to purposefully hit his retarded boyfriend’s face, but he’s too tall, this can’t do. “I’m not gonna pretend I’m some kid, you sicko.”
“Who cares? You’re smaller.”
“This is not an excuse,” Chanyeol tries to put on his puppy eyes stare and Jongdae groans. Not again. “Why do you want this so much?”
Licking his lips, Chanyeol carefully takes a sit on their black leather couch.
“I want you to try it out, I want you to sit on my lap,” he starts, and doesn’t give the other time to reply to that ‘what the fuck, you make me sit on your fucking lap every day’ look Jongdae gives him. “And I want you to call me daddy.”
Jongdae snorts, because why should he call someone the same age as him daddy? Chanyeol must’ve gone insane.
“I also want you to do what I ask you to,” Chanyeol says as he manhandles Jongdae to sit on him, the latter letting a yelp fall from his lips as he hits long legs with his butt.
“Stop suggesting weird stuff,” Jongdae huffs, arms crossed in front of his chest. Chanyeol holds him by the waist, making circular motions with his thumb and the boy bursts out laughing. “Stop it! You know I’m ticklish.”
As he grins from ear to ear at a breathless because he-laughed-too-much Jongdae, Chanyeol thinks that he needs to show Jongdae that he’s not kidding about his request.
“Now, please, can you agree with it? I really, really want this,” he gives emphasis when he repeats the word ‘really’ with a squeeze on Jongdae’s thigh.
“Um, give me a good reason first? You’re just going insane. Next thing I know, you’ll want to use ropes and blindfolds on me.”
Chanyeol laughs, loudly, deep voice echoing throughout the living room, possibly scaring some of the children near them both inside the building.
“You think I-” he laughs harder and slaps his legs, or in this case, Jongdae’s short legs, and pretends to wipe a single tear from the corner of his right eye. “I don’t want to come near BDSM, if that is what you’re thinking. God, no.”
He starts another fit of laughter, but Jongdae is not amused over all the mocking he’s receiving.
“Actually,” the taller says. “I want to take care of you and be able to do anything you want within my reach.”
Jongdae is baffled. “Are you being cheesy? Did you break something again? Was it my DS? I swear to God, Chanyeol, don’t touch my belongings!” Jongdae whines. He’s still forcefully seated at the boy’s lap, and he tries to get out, choosing the most stupid method of ‘jumping where you’re not supposed to jump’.
His boyfriend groans.
“What the- Jongdae!” Chanyeol manages to get up, throwing Jongdae aside, and he runs to their room. Jongdae cackles out loud.
He’s still cackling until he finds the fact that Chanyeol isn’t back yet utterly strange, and he decides that he should pay a little visit to the bedroom.
He leaves the comfy couch and proceeds to his destiny, a few meters away.
“Hey, Chanyeol,” he pushes the half closed door and peeks inside. The curtains are almost closed and there’s only a small crack on the window. It’s almost null, the beam of light that creeps through it, dark cloth absorbing everything that could give the room any glow right now.
“Chanyeol?” he repeats it as a question this time, entering and looking around. Everything is in place, aside from a pile of blankets on the ground. He sighs. Chanyeol always throws everything around, always, and he’s the one that does the cleaning.
“Chanyeol, this isn’t fun. Where are you? Did I say something wrong?” he gathers the blankets from the ground, one by one. He finally pulls them and finds Chanyeol curled up against the wall, sulking about nothing and everything. Sometimes, he acts like this.
“Well, hello there Chanyeol,” Jongdae says casually, trying to fold the blankets and smooth the pillows. “Stop being a baby and help me to make the bed.”
“Do we really need to?” Now lying on the ground, Chanyeol looks at Jongdae from below and pouts. “I really like it here.”
“Park Chanyeol, stop. I know what you want,” kneeling and petting his boyfriend’s head, Jongdae leans against newly painted cream walls. He brushes his hands against soft locks of orange colored hair.
“And exactly what do I want?” the cheeky smile Jongdae gets from Chanyeol makes him hit his head on the wall. Stupid and shameless giant.
Do as you wish, asshole, he thinks, but doesn’t voice it out.
“I don’t know. What do you want me to do?” Jongdae looks at Chanyeol in the eyes, shooting him a sadistic glance as one last word rolls from his tongue. “Daddy, what do you want me to do?”
Chanyeol turns to multiple shades of red, from his neck to the tip of his ears, and Jongdae chuckles, he fucking chuckles. Instead of getting Chanyeol embarrassed, the effect is its contrary. It gets him extremely aroused.
If there’s a contest for having weird ways to get turned on, Jongdae would like to nominate Chanyeol. Once, Jongdae’s hair was wet (since he had just exited the shower) and he accidentally left some droplets fall to Chanyeol’s face - and well, the boy was aroused. Another example was when he decided to hum to a song, his voice vibrating on his throat.
Chanyeol gets hard when he emits amused sounds from his mouth.
Not normal, not normal at all.
He wonders if Chanyeol has some filthy fantasy going on his mind when it happens, which is not a disposable possibility.
“I-” murmurs Chanyeol as he tries to lift himself from the ground, weight too heavy for someone who’s only using the help of one hand to get up.
“Hey, daddy,” pushing Chanyeol back to the ground, Jongdae bites his lower lip and laughs. “Will you punish me for being a bad boy?”
Chanyeol gulps, the heat between his legs is getting uncomfortable at each passing minute, intensified by the teasing tone on Jongdae’s voice.
He decides to play along. It was his idea to begin with.
“Yes,” he starts. “Yes, I will. Now go to the bed.”
Jongdae deadpans at him, and a frown follows his expression. Chanyeol is being serious, and this idea sounds really stupid, but he’s doing this for the giant.
With a long -really long- sigh, he gets up from the floor, and the frown that he was using before turns into a smile.
“Okay, daddy,” Skipping all the way - one meter - to the bed, Jongdae sits, legs crossed and lips pursed. “What do I-”
“Don’t move,” says Chanyeol as he finally leaves the floor, his right hand running through his hair in an attempt to make it look good. “So, will you do what I say?”
Goddammit, he thinks, Chanyeol, you’re so stupid, if I agreed to play with you, of course I’ll do what you say.
Jongdae doesn’t reply - he’s too busy cursing mentally at Chanyeol and laughing - so he also doesn’t feel Chanyeol by his side, only noticing when there’s another weight on the bed.
He shuts his mouth, his boyfriend looks serious, and this is somehow pretty scary. Chanyeol is usually there, with a silly grin on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” with a squeeze of Jongdae’s thigh, Chanyeol doesn’t let him reply, pinning him down on the mattress.
“Nothing,” Jongdae squeals as he tries to free his limbs from Chanyeol’s long ones.
“Nothing?” Chanyeol questions, bringing his face closer to Jongdae’s, blowing hot air on his ear. “Are you sure?”
“Okay, stop!” Jongdae squeals. The breathing tickles, and Chanyeol is dumb. “I admit defeat. It’s just that- It’s just- You’re such a dummy that it still surprises me.”
“But I’m still sexy, right?” Chanyeol’s hoarse voice says, and he uses his strong arms to hold Jongdae still. Jongdae’s a laughing machine right now, trying to kick everything, and Chanyeol is not okay about being hit.
“My daddy is always sexy,” he replies with a kittenish smile and an innocent look on his eyes. Chanyeol is supporting the his upper body with both his arms, with Jongdae in between, tenderly staring at the latter’s features when a hand reaches out for the back of his neck. “Can I kiss you now?”
He smiles. Jongdae was opposing a little to the idea in the beginning, but now he’s just so eager to do the roleplay. The things Jongdae does for him.
“Anytime,” he says and gets up, Jongdae looks confused for a moment. He says anytime and then leaves?
But instead of going somewhere, Chanyeol kicks of the sneakers he was wearing and pulls Jongdae up (since he was lying at the edge of the bed), placing his head on the pillow with care.
“I’m not made of porcelain, you know,” Jongdae states, obviously. Chanyeol shakes his head in amusement and takes off his shirt, revealing his toned body - and, yes, Jongdae blushes.
“No, you’re not made of porcelain,” Chanyeol sits next to him and tugs on his shirt, asking to take it off as well. “But you’re my boy.”
“Shut up! I’m older than you,” Jongdae hisses, flustered, and gets up, taking his shirt off and throwing it on Chanyeol’s face. “Don’t call me that again!”
“Why not? It’s just by two months,” Chanyeol asks, a teasing tone on his voice as he eyes Jongdae fighting with his own pants. “I can’t call you my boy, but you can call me daddy and get me hard?”
“I didn’t ask for this, to be honest. But it’s you, so I think I can try.”
“Good. Now, stop dancing with your pants on the bed and throw them somewhere else, please,” Chanyeol says and lies back into the bed. “After you do it, can you please take the rest of my clothing off?”
“Fuck you, Park Chanyeol, are we playing daddy, or are we playing slave?” Jongdae wheezes, stripping out of his clothing, and even after protesting about it, he starts to unzip Chanyeol’s jeans.
“Good boy, don’t call me names, you’re always so obed-” Chanyeol’s breathing fails and his voice doesn't come out when Jongdae ‘accidentally’ puts pressure at the front in his jeans, his fingers ghosting near his groin.
Jongdae pulls Chanyeol’s pants down in one abrupt movement.
He tosses it somewhere, and he laughs, again. Chanyeol’s boxers are wet with the leaking pre cum.
“Could you get up? I thought you were the dominant one,” Jongdae laughs. The room is not cold but he shivers - being totally naked doesn’t help at all. “And bonus, I’ll let you manhandle me.”
“How come you’re still not hard? Didn’t you just blush when I took off my shirt?” Chanyeol groans, frustrated, head thrown back as he closes his eyes, and Jongdae gulps. He looks good like that - and by good, he means hot.
“Uh, maybe because blushing means you’re shy or embarrassed, not aroused?” with care, he urges Chanyeol to leave and plops into the bed. “And because I’m different - better from you. You’re always, you know.”
Chanyeol gets the message and takes off his underwear, dumping it near his forgotten shirt and jeans. He walks up to the boy and smiles.
“Now, now. Let me take care of you,” Chanyeol hovers over Jongdae and captures his lips.
Jongdae appreciates the kiss. Chanyeol is always the one that leads everything. He kisses just like the way he is, enthusiastic, cheerful and hungry.
Hungry - hungry for everything. He was like this on high school, and he still is. Hungry to get done with something, hungry to suck him off, hungry to drain himself with everything he possibly has in mind right now.
Jongdae is always thoughtful, every action of his is planned beforehand - well, almost every action. Sometimes, he’s caught off guard by himself.
Chanyeol’s mouth feels so perfect, so right and so welcoming.
He moans when Chanyeol fists his cock, not breaking the kiss, evidently taking advantage of this slip to lick his way into Jongdae’s mouth.
He sucks gently on Jongdae’s tongue, keeping a rhythm to the movements of his hands and swallowing every moan and whimper that leaves his pretty little mouth.
However, he’s pushed away by the shoulders and Jongdae’s hands are shaking and his breathing is erratic.
“Daddy, please don’t, or I’m gonna-” he gets the message and with one last squeeze, Chanyeol releases his grip on Jongdae’s cock, lying beside him and staring at the ceiling.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, Chanyeol? You got myself a boner, now please, proceed to the next step.”
“Don’t curse in front of me,” he slaps Jongdae’s tight ass and the latter yelps.
“You just did not hit me,” a finger on his lips stop him from saying anything further and he holds the snark comeback.
“Don’t cuss anymore, or I’ll have to punish my boy, again,” Jongdae is not amused, but the way Chanyeol call him ‘my boy’ makes his stomach twist. “And I don’t want to hurt him more than necessary.”
“Thank you for caring about my behavior,” Jongdae breaths out and brushes his fingers on Chanyeol’s nape, pulling him down for another lip bruising kiss.
Chanyeol kisses him earnestly, trying to reach and lick every part of Jongdae. Jongdae doesn’t mind, he likes it just the way it is.
“I’m going to get the lube now,” Chanyeol says, he extends his arms, trying to reach the nightstand, he opens the drawer and takes out a bottle, Jongdae hears the sound of the cap opening and his skin prickles with anticipation.
“Let me take care of you now,” Chanyeol says with a cheeky grin while he wets his finger, he pokes Jongdae’s entrance, and after a few seconds of his stupid teasing, he pushes it in. Jongdae’s breathing is not in a normal scale anymore, but this isn’t something he’s not used to, the more painful part is about to happen, but his reward comes together.
Chanyeol never loses eye contact with Jongdae, even if the latter has his eyes closed, Chanyeol loves to archive in his mind every expression Jongdae’s face makes.
Jongdae arches his back when Chanyeol inserts the second finger, sticky digits curling inside him, working him open to what awaits. It burns, hurts and Chanyeol does it slowly to make it bearable.
The sudden loss of contact makes him groan in frustration, but it’s promptly replaced by a filthy moan as three fingers fill him up again.
“Chan- daddy, please, can you make me feel good already?” Jongdae pants and opens one of his eyes - he ignores the fact that his words rhymed - Chanyeol’s face is a few centimeters away from him, piercing stare on him and he opens his mouth to say something but moans and gripes Chanyeol’s shoulders when the latter tries to get his fingers deeper.
“Can my love make me a favor then?”he asks, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them on the sheets, Jongdae nods, anything to be able to hit his orgasm. “Can you go get the condom for me?”
Jongdae groans, Chanyeol is such a lazy ass, just when he was ready to get things started.
“Anything for you daddy,” Jongdae says through gritted teeth.
He gets up and runs to the bathroom, grabs the packet out of the drawer and, in the speed of light, he’s back.
“Here,” Jongdae says, placing it on Chanyeol’s hands, just to have it pushed back at him. “What the-”
“Can you put it on me?” Chanyeol asks biting his tongue. Jongdae rolls his eyes.
“Yes,” you asshole, lazy bitch, I want to punch you so badly. “Daddy.” he rips the packet carefully, taking the condom out and sliding it on Chanyeol’s length, creating small friction and it gets Chanyeol rolling his eyes in pleasure.
“Happy?”
“Very much, now come here,” Chanyeol says and takes Jongdae by the arm, and the latter remembers, that aside from throwing imaginary daggers at Chanyeol, he still has a little problem down there.
“Are you ready?” Chanyeol says after he spreads lube on his erection and resumes his ‘I think this place is nice for you to lie down’ on Jongdae and places his cock in front of his entrance.”Can I reward you for being an obedient and good boy?”
“Yes, oh God, please daddy,” Jongdae moans needy and Chanyeol grants his wish, pushing into him thoroughly, earning a few moans that slip from Jongdae’s mouth and Chanyeol groans, after all the stretching Jongdae is still so fucking tight around him.
He doesn’t want to, by any means, hurt Jongdae, so while he waits for the boy to adjust, Chanyeol decides that he should strike a little talk with his significant other.
“Thanks,” he says and plants small kisses on Jongdae’s jawline.
“For what?” Jongdae breathes out, droplets of sweat already forming on his forehead. “What did I do?”
“For existing, for listening to me and for everything you do. I was itching to ask you, do you feel safe when you’re with me?” Chanyeol says in one go, and Jongdae tries to ignore his aching boner brushing against Chanyeol’s stomach, he gulps and bites his lower lip.
“Of course I do. I always do, to when you lend me that stinky coat of yours, to when you open doors to me and also how you always make me walk at the opposite side of the street,” Chanyeol is supporting his body with his arms and he hopes he can handle his own weight. “I know you love me and I love you just as much as you do. Does this answer your question?”
A little breathless, Chanyeol nods his head and he’s pulled down for a kiss, just like before, by Jongdae’s small hands, but this time it’s a lot more innocent, and Jongdae gives him a chaste peck before pulling away and whispering “I’m okay, you can move now, you know.”
“I have a surprise for you later,” Chanyeol says smiling brightly.
“What kind of surprise?” Jongdae inquiries, but he’s ignored; Chanyeol is too busy pulling out and slamming back into him, and soon he forgets about what he just asked.
Pleadings of ‘please daddy, go faster’ leave Jongdae’s mouth, Chanyeol is maintaining a steady pace, but it’s still not enough.
Any noises are muffled by Chanyeol’s mouth in a, sloppy, messy and wet kiss, they exchange saliva, tongues brushing and teeth clashing.
Jongdae’s cock had been nearly forgotten, and he tries to touch himself while Chanyeol keeps pounding into him, but he’s stopped by a hand; Chanyeol’s hand.
“Let me help you,” Chanyeol says and takes Jongdae’s throbbing cock into his hands, pressing his thumb to the slit and using the leaking pre cum to slide his hands up and down, Jongdae moans under him and Chanyeol is going deeper and faster, viciously hitting his prostate, his hand working at the same speed of his thrusts.
Jongdae’s breathing hitches, his visions starts to get a little blurry and he can sense that familiar feeling coiling at the pit of his stomach.
“Daddy, I think I’m gonna- Can I-”
“Yes, me too,” says Chanyeol in reflex, he tugs some more at Jongdae’s cock and the latter comes on his hand, hard, sticky and milky white. Chanyeol hits his orgasm after a few more thrusts and he spills all the semen into the condom.
He collapses on top of Jongdae and waits for a few minutes to regain his energy.
“I can’t breath properly,” Jongdae says huffing and trying to pry Chanyeol out of him, literally.
‘Oops’’ whispers Chanyeol as he rolls to his side of the bed, completely pulling out of Jongdae and tossing the used condom at the trash can near the bed.
Jongdae starts to laugh, Chanyeol looks at him confused.
“I love you,” Jongdae says and Chanyeol hugs him, his body sweaty and all, and that’s his way of saying ‘I love you too, so fucking much’. “Hey, what’s the surprise you mentioned earlier?”
“Ah, that,” Chanyeol says, still clutching onto Jongdae for his dear life. “I got you that game you were eyeing the other day.”
“Oh my God, where?” Jongdae yells and pushes Chanyeol off of him.
“Let’s shower first,” Chanyeol gets up as well, he gathers the clothing that was thrown all around the room and Jongdae is looking at him with a begging expression on his face. “Shower.”
“Why? Daddy, I want to play.” Jongdae stomps his feet and Chanyeol sighs, the former is about to pout and hoping to not fall into the trap, Chanyeol grabs Jongdae by the arm and pulls him with him into the bathroom. “I want to play!”
“Later,” Chanyeol says serious.
“Can we do this again?” Jongdae asks Chanyeol in a whisper, light blush coloring his cheeks and shy fingers playing with each other, Jongdae is not going to admit it out loud, but calling Chanyeol daddy and having him being gentler than the usual turns him on more than he imagined. If this is the definition of daddy kink to Chanyeol, Jongdae is up to do it over and over again.
“Anything for you, baby,” Chanyeol replies and suddenly takes Jongdae in his arms, too light for Chanyeol to find hard to carry him around.
Pairing: Chanyeol/Jongdae
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,591 words
Warning: daddy kink.
Summary: Chanyeol wants to try something just a little different, Jongdae doesn’t have the heart to refuse, actually, he plays along with it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Notes: written for fashcndy for exok-ink. Thank you Sana for beta-ing this and Ansa for proofreading it!
“Jesus fucking Christ, Park Chanyeol, we’re the same age,” Jongdae, exasperated, throws his hands up, trying to purposefully hit his retarded boyfriend’s face, but he’s too tall, this can’t do. “I’m not gonna pretend I’m some kid, you sicko.”
“Who cares? You’re smaller.”
“This is not an excuse,” Chanyeol tries to put on his puppy eyes stare and Jongdae groans. Not again. “Why do you want this so much?”
Licking his lips, Chanyeol carefully takes a sit on their black leather couch.
“I want you to try it out, I want you to sit on my lap,” he starts, and doesn’t give the other time to reply to that ‘what the fuck, you make me sit on your fucking lap every day’ look Jongdae gives him. “And I want you to call me daddy.”
Jongdae snorts, because why should he call someone the same age as him daddy? Chanyeol must’ve gone insane.
“I also want you to do what I ask you to,” Chanyeol says as he manhandles Jongdae to sit on him, the latter letting a yelp fall from his lips as he hits long legs with his butt.
“Stop suggesting weird stuff,” Jongdae huffs, arms crossed in front of his chest. Chanyeol holds him by the waist, making circular motions with his thumb and the boy bursts out laughing. “Stop it! You know I’m ticklish.”
As he grins from ear to ear at a breathless because he-laughed-too-much Jongdae, Chanyeol thinks that he needs to show Jongdae that he’s not kidding about his request.
“Now, please, can you agree with it? I really, really want this,” he gives emphasis when he repeats the word ‘really’ with a squeeze on Jongdae’s thigh.
“Um, give me a good reason first? You’re just going insane. Next thing I know, you’ll want to use ropes and blindfolds on me.”
Chanyeol laughs, loudly, deep voice echoing throughout the living room, possibly scaring some of the children near them both inside the building.
“You think I-” he laughs harder and slaps his legs, or in this case, Jongdae’s short legs, and pretends to wipe a single tear from the corner of his right eye. “I don’t want to come near BDSM, if that is what you’re thinking. God, no.”
He starts another fit of laughter, but Jongdae is not amused over all the mocking he’s receiving.
“Actually,” the taller says. “I want to take care of you and be able to do anything you want within my reach.”
Jongdae is baffled. “Are you being cheesy? Did you break something again? Was it my DS? I swear to God, Chanyeol, don’t touch my belongings!” Jongdae whines. He’s still forcefully seated at the boy’s lap, and he tries to get out, choosing the most stupid method of ‘jumping where you’re not supposed to jump’.
His boyfriend groans.
“What the- Jongdae!” Chanyeol manages to get up, throwing Jongdae aside, and he runs to their room. Jongdae cackles out loud.
He’s still cackling until he finds the fact that Chanyeol isn’t back yet utterly strange, and he decides that he should pay a little visit to the bedroom.
He leaves the comfy couch and proceeds to his destiny, a few meters away.
“Hey, Chanyeol,” he pushes the half closed door and peeks inside. The curtains are almost closed and there’s only a small crack on the window. It’s almost null, the beam of light that creeps through it, dark cloth absorbing everything that could give the room any glow right now.
“Chanyeol?” he repeats it as a question this time, entering and looking around. Everything is in place, aside from a pile of blankets on the ground. He sighs. Chanyeol always throws everything around, always, and he’s the one that does the cleaning.
“Chanyeol, this isn’t fun. Where are you? Did I say something wrong?” he gathers the blankets from the ground, one by one. He finally pulls them and finds Chanyeol curled up against the wall, sulking about nothing and everything. Sometimes, he acts like this.
“Well, hello there Chanyeol,” Jongdae says casually, trying to fold the blankets and smooth the pillows. “Stop being a baby and help me to make the bed.”
“Do we really need to?” Now lying on the ground, Chanyeol looks at Jongdae from below and pouts. “I really like it here.”
“Park Chanyeol, stop. I know what you want,” kneeling and petting his boyfriend’s head, Jongdae leans against newly painted cream walls. He brushes his hands against soft locks of orange colored hair.
“And exactly what do I want?” the cheeky smile Jongdae gets from Chanyeol makes him hit his head on the wall. Stupid and shameless giant.
Do as you wish, asshole, he thinks, but doesn’t voice it out.
“I don’t know. What do you want me to do?” Jongdae looks at Chanyeol in the eyes, shooting him a sadistic glance as one last word rolls from his tongue. “Daddy, what do you want me to do?”
Chanyeol turns to multiple shades of red, from his neck to the tip of his ears, and Jongdae chuckles, he fucking chuckles. Instead of getting Chanyeol embarrassed, the effect is its contrary. It gets him extremely aroused.
If there’s a contest for having weird ways to get turned on, Jongdae would like to nominate Chanyeol. Once, Jongdae’s hair was wet (since he had just exited the shower) and he accidentally left some droplets fall to Chanyeol’s face - and well, the boy was aroused. Another example was when he decided to hum to a song, his voice vibrating on his throat.
Chanyeol gets hard when he emits amused sounds from his mouth.
Not normal, not normal at all.
He wonders if Chanyeol has some filthy fantasy going on his mind when it happens, which is not a disposable possibility.
“I-” murmurs Chanyeol as he tries to lift himself from the ground, weight too heavy for someone who’s only using the help of one hand to get up.
“Hey, daddy,” pushing Chanyeol back to the ground, Jongdae bites his lower lip and laughs. “Will you punish me for being a bad boy?”
Chanyeol gulps, the heat between his legs is getting uncomfortable at each passing minute, intensified by the teasing tone on Jongdae’s voice.
He decides to play along. It was his idea to begin with.
“Yes,” he starts. “Yes, I will. Now go to the bed.”
Jongdae deadpans at him, and a frown follows his expression. Chanyeol is being serious, and this idea sounds really stupid, but he’s doing this for the giant.
With a long -really long- sigh, he gets up from the floor, and the frown that he was using before turns into a smile.
“Okay, daddy,” Skipping all the way - one meter - to the bed, Jongdae sits, legs crossed and lips pursed. “What do I-”
“Don’t move,” says Chanyeol as he finally leaves the floor, his right hand running through his hair in an attempt to make it look good. “So, will you do what I say?”
Goddammit, he thinks, Chanyeol, you’re so stupid, if I agreed to play with you, of course I’ll do what you say.
Jongdae doesn’t reply - he’s too busy cursing mentally at Chanyeol and laughing - so he also doesn’t feel Chanyeol by his side, only noticing when there’s another weight on the bed.
He shuts his mouth, his boyfriend looks serious, and this is somehow pretty scary. Chanyeol is usually there, with a silly grin on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” with a squeeze of Jongdae’s thigh, Chanyeol doesn’t let him reply, pinning him down on the mattress.
“Nothing,” Jongdae squeals as he tries to free his limbs from Chanyeol’s long ones.
“Nothing?” Chanyeol questions, bringing his face closer to Jongdae’s, blowing hot air on his ear. “Are you sure?”
“Okay, stop!” Jongdae squeals. The breathing tickles, and Chanyeol is dumb. “I admit defeat. It’s just that- It’s just- You’re such a dummy that it still surprises me.”
“But I’m still sexy, right?” Chanyeol’s hoarse voice says, and he uses his strong arms to hold Jongdae still. Jongdae’s a laughing machine right now, trying to kick everything, and Chanyeol is not okay about being hit.
“My daddy is always sexy,” he replies with a kittenish smile and an innocent look on his eyes. Chanyeol is supporting the his upper body with both his arms, with Jongdae in between, tenderly staring at the latter’s features when a hand reaches out for the back of his neck. “Can I kiss you now?”
He smiles. Jongdae was opposing a little to the idea in the beginning, but now he’s just so eager to do the roleplay. The things Jongdae does for him.
“Anytime,” he says and gets up, Jongdae looks confused for a moment. He says anytime and then leaves?
But instead of going somewhere, Chanyeol kicks of the sneakers he was wearing and pulls Jongdae up (since he was lying at the edge of the bed), placing his head on the pillow with care.
“I’m not made of porcelain, you know,” Jongdae states, obviously. Chanyeol shakes his head in amusement and takes off his shirt, revealing his toned body - and, yes, Jongdae blushes.
“No, you’re not made of porcelain,” Chanyeol sits next to him and tugs on his shirt, asking to take it off as well. “But you’re my boy.”
“Shut up! I’m older than you,” Jongdae hisses, flustered, and gets up, taking his shirt off and throwing it on Chanyeol’s face. “Don’t call me that again!”
“Why not? It’s just by two months,” Chanyeol asks, a teasing tone on his voice as he eyes Jongdae fighting with his own pants. “I can’t call you my boy, but you can call me daddy and get me hard?”
“I didn’t ask for this, to be honest. But it’s you, so I think I can try.”
“Good. Now, stop dancing with your pants on the bed and throw them somewhere else, please,” Chanyeol says and lies back into the bed. “After you do it, can you please take the rest of my clothing off?”
“Fuck you, Park Chanyeol, are we playing daddy, or are we playing slave?” Jongdae wheezes, stripping out of his clothing, and even after protesting about it, he starts to unzip Chanyeol’s jeans.
“Good boy, don’t call me names, you’re always so obed-” Chanyeol’s breathing fails and his voice doesn't come out when Jongdae ‘accidentally’ puts pressure at the front in his jeans, his fingers ghosting near his groin.
Jongdae pulls Chanyeol’s pants down in one abrupt movement.
He tosses it somewhere, and he laughs, again. Chanyeol’s boxers are wet with the leaking pre cum.
“Could you get up? I thought you were the dominant one,” Jongdae laughs. The room is not cold but he shivers - being totally naked doesn’t help at all. “And bonus, I’ll let you manhandle me.”
“How come you’re still not hard? Didn’t you just blush when I took off my shirt?” Chanyeol groans, frustrated, head thrown back as he closes his eyes, and Jongdae gulps. He looks good like that - and by good, he means hot.
“Uh, maybe because blushing means you’re shy or embarrassed, not aroused?” with care, he urges Chanyeol to leave and plops into the bed. “And because I’m different - better from you. You’re always, you know.”
Chanyeol gets the message and takes off his underwear, dumping it near his forgotten shirt and jeans. He walks up to the boy and smiles.
“Now, now. Let me take care of you,” Chanyeol hovers over Jongdae and captures his lips.
Jongdae appreciates the kiss. Chanyeol is always the one that leads everything. He kisses just like the way he is, enthusiastic, cheerful and hungry.
Hungry - hungry for everything. He was like this on high school, and he still is. Hungry to get done with something, hungry to suck him off, hungry to drain himself with everything he possibly has in mind right now.
Jongdae is always thoughtful, every action of his is planned beforehand - well, almost every action. Sometimes, he’s caught off guard by himself.
Chanyeol’s mouth feels so perfect, so right and so welcoming.
He moans when Chanyeol fists his cock, not breaking the kiss, evidently taking advantage of this slip to lick his way into Jongdae’s mouth.
He sucks gently on Jongdae’s tongue, keeping a rhythm to the movements of his hands and swallowing every moan and whimper that leaves his pretty little mouth.
However, he’s pushed away by the shoulders and Jongdae’s hands are shaking and his breathing is erratic.
“Daddy, please don’t, or I’m gonna-” he gets the message and with one last squeeze, Chanyeol releases his grip on Jongdae’s cock, lying beside him and staring at the ceiling.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, Chanyeol? You got myself a boner, now please, proceed to the next step.”
“Don’t curse in front of me,” he slaps Jongdae’s tight ass and the latter yelps.
“You just did not hit me,” a finger on his lips stop him from saying anything further and he holds the snark comeback.
“Don’t cuss anymore, or I’ll have to punish my boy, again,” Jongdae is not amused, but the way Chanyeol call him ‘my boy’ makes his stomach twist. “And I don’t want to hurt him more than necessary.”
“Thank you for caring about my behavior,” Jongdae breaths out and brushes his fingers on Chanyeol’s nape, pulling him down for another lip bruising kiss.
Chanyeol kisses him earnestly, trying to reach and lick every part of Jongdae. Jongdae doesn’t mind, he likes it just the way it is.
“I’m going to get the lube now,” Chanyeol says, he extends his arms, trying to reach the nightstand, he opens the drawer and takes out a bottle, Jongdae hears the sound of the cap opening and his skin prickles with anticipation.
“Let me take care of you now,” Chanyeol says with a cheeky grin while he wets his finger, he pokes Jongdae’s entrance, and after a few seconds of his stupid teasing, he pushes it in. Jongdae’s breathing is not in a normal scale anymore, but this isn’t something he’s not used to, the more painful part is about to happen, but his reward comes together.
Chanyeol never loses eye contact with Jongdae, even if the latter has his eyes closed, Chanyeol loves to archive in his mind every expression Jongdae’s face makes.
Jongdae arches his back when Chanyeol inserts the second finger, sticky digits curling inside him, working him open to what awaits. It burns, hurts and Chanyeol does it slowly to make it bearable.
The sudden loss of contact makes him groan in frustration, but it’s promptly replaced by a filthy moan as three fingers fill him up again.
“Chan- daddy, please, can you make me feel good already?” Jongdae pants and opens one of his eyes - he ignores the fact that his words rhymed - Chanyeol’s face is a few centimeters away from him, piercing stare on him and he opens his mouth to say something but moans and gripes Chanyeol’s shoulders when the latter tries to get his fingers deeper.
“Can my love make me a favor then?”he asks, pulling his fingers out and cleaning them on the sheets, Jongdae nods, anything to be able to hit his orgasm. “Can you go get the condom for me?”
Jongdae groans, Chanyeol is such a lazy ass, just when he was ready to get things started.
“Anything for you daddy,” Jongdae says through gritted teeth.
He gets up and runs to the bathroom, grabs the packet out of the drawer and, in the speed of light, he’s back.
“Here,” Jongdae says, placing it on Chanyeol’s hands, just to have it pushed back at him. “What the-”
“Can you put it on me?” Chanyeol asks biting his tongue. Jongdae rolls his eyes.
“Yes,” you asshole, lazy bitch, I want to punch you so badly. “Daddy.” he rips the packet carefully, taking the condom out and sliding it on Chanyeol’s length, creating small friction and it gets Chanyeol rolling his eyes in pleasure.
“Happy?”
“Very much, now come here,” Chanyeol says and takes Jongdae by the arm, and the latter remembers, that aside from throwing imaginary daggers at Chanyeol, he still has a little problem down there.
“Are you ready?” Chanyeol says after he spreads lube on his erection and resumes his ‘I think this place is nice for you to lie down’ on Jongdae and places his cock in front of his entrance.”Can I reward you for being an obedient and good boy?”
“Yes, oh God, please daddy,” Jongdae moans needy and Chanyeol grants his wish, pushing into him thoroughly, earning a few moans that slip from Jongdae’s mouth and Chanyeol groans, after all the stretching Jongdae is still so fucking tight around him.
He doesn’t want to, by any means, hurt Jongdae, so while he waits for the boy to adjust, Chanyeol decides that he should strike a little talk with his significant other.
“Thanks,” he says and plants small kisses on Jongdae’s jawline.
“For what?” Jongdae breathes out, droplets of sweat already forming on his forehead. “What did I do?”
“For existing, for listening to me and for everything you do. I was itching to ask you, do you feel safe when you’re with me?” Chanyeol says in one go, and Jongdae tries to ignore his aching boner brushing against Chanyeol’s stomach, he gulps and bites his lower lip.
“Of course I do. I always do, to when you lend me that stinky coat of yours, to when you open doors to me and also how you always make me walk at the opposite side of the street,” Chanyeol is supporting his body with his arms and he hopes he can handle his own weight. “I know you love me and I love you just as much as you do. Does this answer your question?”
A little breathless, Chanyeol nods his head and he’s pulled down for a kiss, just like before, by Jongdae’s small hands, but this time it’s a lot more innocent, and Jongdae gives him a chaste peck before pulling away and whispering “I’m okay, you can move now, you know.”
“I have a surprise for you later,” Chanyeol says smiling brightly.
“What kind of surprise?” Jongdae inquiries, but he’s ignored; Chanyeol is too busy pulling out and slamming back into him, and soon he forgets about what he just asked.
Pleadings of ‘please daddy, go faster’ leave Jongdae’s mouth, Chanyeol is maintaining a steady pace, but it’s still not enough.
Any noises are muffled by Chanyeol’s mouth in a, sloppy, messy and wet kiss, they exchange saliva, tongues brushing and teeth clashing.
Jongdae’s cock had been nearly forgotten, and he tries to touch himself while Chanyeol keeps pounding into him, but he’s stopped by a hand; Chanyeol’s hand.
“Let me help you,” Chanyeol says and takes Jongdae’s throbbing cock into his hands, pressing his thumb to the slit and using the leaking pre cum to slide his hands up and down, Jongdae moans under him and Chanyeol is going deeper and faster, viciously hitting his prostate, his hand working at the same speed of his thrusts.
Jongdae’s breathing hitches, his visions starts to get a little blurry and he can sense that familiar feeling coiling at the pit of his stomach.
“Daddy, I think I’m gonna- Can I-”
“Yes, me too,” says Chanyeol in reflex, he tugs some more at Jongdae’s cock and the latter comes on his hand, hard, sticky and milky white. Chanyeol hits his orgasm after a few more thrusts and he spills all the semen into the condom.
He collapses on top of Jongdae and waits for a few minutes to regain his energy.
“I can’t breath properly,” Jongdae says huffing and trying to pry Chanyeol out of him, literally.
‘Oops’’ whispers Chanyeol as he rolls to his side of the bed, completely pulling out of Jongdae and tossing the used condom at the trash can near the bed.
Jongdae starts to laugh, Chanyeol looks at him confused.
“I love you,” Jongdae says and Chanyeol hugs him, his body sweaty and all, and that’s his way of saying ‘I love you too, so fucking much’. “Hey, what’s the surprise you mentioned earlier?”
“Ah, that,” Chanyeol says, still clutching onto Jongdae for his dear life. “I got you that game you were eyeing the other day.”
“Oh my God, where?” Jongdae yells and pushes Chanyeol off of him.
“Let’s shower first,” Chanyeol gets up as well, he gathers the clothing that was thrown all around the room and Jongdae is looking at him with a begging expression on his face. “Shower.”
“Why? Daddy, I want to play.” Jongdae stomps his feet and Chanyeol sighs, the former is about to pout and hoping to not fall into the trap, Chanyeol grabs Jongdae by the arm and pulls him with him into the bathroom. “I want to play!”
“Later,” Chanyeol says serious.
“Can we do this again?” Jongdae asks Chanyeol in a whisper, light blush coloring his cheeks and shy fingers playing with each other, Jongdae is not going to admit it out loud, but calling Chanyeol daddy and having him being gentler than the usual turns him on more than he imagined. If this is the definition of daddy kink to Chanyeol, Jongdae is up to do it over and over again.
“Anything for you, baby,” Chanyeol replies and suddenly takes Jongdae in his arms, too light for Chanyeol to find hard to carry him around.