go on and show 'em who you call daddy
go on and show 'em who you call daddy
seokjin/taehyung
1907 words; nc-17
warning: daddy kink
this started out by ruining the meaning of gwiyeomi for everyone. in this video, taehyung skipped three. fearnoworld said that was because taehyung wasn't into it. i said it was because he already did it. lazychaoz screamed a lot. none of us are sorry.
gwiyeomi kink
1 + 1 = blindfold
2 + 2 = handcuffs
3 + 3 = daddy
4 + 4 = panties and garters
5 + 5 = spanking
6 + 6 = bondage/orgasm denial
one down, five to go.
this is for fearnoworld!
It’s ten.
It’s ten, and none of the members are home except for Taehyung and Seokjin, who have anywhere from an hour to two hours before anyone comes back and sees what they’re doing.
It’s ten, but Taehyung doesn’t care, because Seokjin is kneeling on the floor, shirtless, hands behind his back, asking him if he's been a good boy.
“Daddy, can I have my treat?” Seokjin asks, and Taehyung pretends to think it over, longer than usual, so long that Seokjin's face looks horrified, like Taehyung - daddy, rather - might actually just leave him there on the floor, hard and aching.
“How good of a boy do you think you've been?” Taehyung asks, voice uncharacteristically hard. He figures it fits the role.
Here Seokjin stutters, because he's not sure what the correct answer is, and he mumbles a small, “I-I'll take whatever Daddy gives me,” and then recoils in on himself, because Taehyung grabs his chin and forces his face up to look him in the eyes.
“I said,” Taehyung says, looking rather menacing, “how good of a boy do you think you've been?” and by now Seokjin can't even try to ignore the heat coursing through his veins.
He moans, loud and unabashed when Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thumb digging uncomfortably into his cheek. It's so close, Seokjin thinks, if he just opens his mouth a bit and sticks his tongue out, then-
“I asked you a question,” Taehyung snaps, and Seokjin whimpers, not in fear, but because of how fucking aroused he is by all of this. If it was fear, Taehyung reminds himself, Seokjin would’ve made it clear. They have a protocol for that.
“I-I,” he stammers. “I didn't touch myself all week,” Seokjin confesses, eyes darting to the side. “Even when you sent me those pictures, Daddy, I didn't dare, I didn't want to make you mad. I-”
His voice cracks on the last syllable, and suddenly there's a hand in his hair, yanking so hard Seokjin lets out something between a yelp and a moan, and then Taehyung is dragging him to the bed, one hand clasped around his wrist.
“Tell me,” Taehyung coaxes as Seokjin climbs onto the mattress, “what does my baby boy want? You've been so good,” Taehyung compliments, and a blush manages to fight its way up to Seokjin's face, because Daddy rarely ever compliments him - he mainly teases, really. All in good nature, but he usually uses actions than words, so to hear him complimenting without restraint - Seokjin whines when Taehyung noses along his collarbone, tongue darting out to lick up his throat.
“I want you to- ah, I want you to fuck me,” Seokjin gasps when Taehyung's hands skirt along his sides, and Taehyung pauses in his ministrations to peer more closely at him. They haven't really done anything yet, haven't even kissed, but Seokjin's face is flushed a bright red, chest heaving up and down, and his eyes are hooded as he watches Taehyung play with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Please,” Seokjin begs, “Please Daddy, fuck me please, it's been so long, I miss the feeling of Daddy's cock filling me up, and I miss the way it's hard to walk the next day - I miss the pretty blue bruises on my hips, I miss you so much Daddy, please, please.”
Taehyung cuts him off with a swift kiss and brushes the bangs back from his forehead. “Okay,” he murmurs against Seokjin's lips, “you've been such a good boy, you deserve to be rewarded.”
Here, Seokjin's chest swells with pride, and he looks over at Taehyung with glassy eyes and catches his lips in a deeper kiss, moaning when Taehyung leans over him to suck on his tongue and delve his hand into Seokjin’s pants. His breath stutters in his lungs when Taehyung's hand skitters along his cock, not yet stroking it and he smirks when Seokjin starts to tug frantically at his shirt.
“D-Daddy please,” Seokjin whines as Taehyung cuts off each syllable with a kiss, “I need you so badly.”
“I know, baby boo,” Taehyung says, grinning, because, really, he loves it when Seokjin is shameless, loves it when he ruts against Taehyung's thigh and begs to come, begs for Taehyung to fuck him already, begs for Taehyung pull his hair and hold him down; he loves it all.
He leans back just enough to take off his shirt and toss it to the side, and then he pulls Seokjin's pants down just far enough for him to grab ahold of Seokjin's cock and fist him almost painfully hard, so that Seokjin grabs Taehyung's shoulders to ground himself, shattered gasp leaving his lips. He starts out fast, hand pumping quickly so that Seokjin has no time to adjust. Seokjin lets out a shaky moan as his arms fall back to fist the bedsheets.
Taehyung digs his thumb into the slit when Seokjin starts to buck his hips upward, panting in earnest and begs him to stop, because, “Daddy, Daddy no, Daddy- I'm going to, I don't want to-”
Taehyung lets go of Seokjin's cock and sits back, far out of reach from Seokjin, who looks confused now, unsure of whether to follow Taehyung or continue to lie there. “You're a big boy now, right?” Taehyung asks, and Seokjin nods reverently. “Why don't you show Daddy how big you are and prep yourself for me?” and Seokjin's eyes widen, breath leaving his body in one large exhale as Taehyung reaches into his back pocket and tosses the packet of lube at Seokjin. It lands on his chest and Seokjin tries his best not to scramble for it, but his recklessness has him tearing open the package with shaking hands, and he tries his best to not to think about how Daddy's going to be watching him as he slicks his fingers up.
With three fingers messily lubed, he lies back down and breathes hard before the fingers circle his entrance, slowly pushing his middle finger in, and Seokjin has to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
He thrusts it shallowly, trying to get used to the intrusion, since he meant what he said before - he really hasn't touched himself in a whole week - and now everything feels ten times worse. He can feel Daddy watching him, and that makes Seokjin a mixture of self conscious and aroused, hoping he's doing this right for Daddy as he pushes another finger.
This time, he scissors them apart, trying to make sure he's well prepped for Daddy's big cock. But even more than that, he wants to put on a little show for for Daddy -- make sure he pleases him and makes sure his breath catches in his throat like Seokjin's has, like he's wound up too tight and the only way to release the pent up tension is by fucking Seokjin long and hard, so hard the bed frame rattles and the neighbors complain about them being way too loud, until he can hear nothing but the way Seokjin moans and gasps his name.
Seokjin keens when he adds a third digit without realizing it, and lets out a deep groan when his fingers hit that certain spot that has his toes curling and eyes rolling back. He presses there more insistently, little exhales leaving his mouth every time he does, and he wonders how Taehyung looks right now, how he feels watching Seokjin fuck himself on his own fingers.
His thoughts are quickly answered when a hand wraps around his wrist, and suddenly Seokjin's not the one in control anymore, Taehyung is, and the way he thrusts Seokjin's fingers in himself is much different than the way Seokjin does it. Seokjin takes his sweet time, so that his orgasm washes over him in a crescendo.
Taehyung, on the other hand, does it rough and fast, and he teases. He stops at random intervals just to hear Seokjin whine before he grins and resumes his previous actions. Today, though, he's more impatient than usual, doesn't bother to frustrate Seokjin too much before he whispers in his ear, “Are you ready, baby?” and Seokjin nods, Seokjin nods so fucking hard he thinks his head is going to fly off his neck, beacuse god fucking dammit, he's been waiting for this for so long, if Taehyung doesn't fuck him now he's going to-
It turns out he doesn't have to finish his thought, because Taehyung's already lubed himself up and is pushing into Seokjin slowly, filling Seokjin up so much he can't breathe, air caught in his throat as he tangles his fingers in Taehyung's hair and sobs, telling Taehyung to move, Daddy, please, please please-
Taehyung's never really one to deny his baby boy anything, so he rolls his hips, and fuck, that feels so good; he does it again, and again, and again until Seokjin is grabbing onto his biceps and hiccuping moans. Taehyung leans down to whisper into his ear, “You feel so, so good. So tight and hot around Daddy, so perfect, so willing to take me in.”
Seokjin feels a pair of lips on his jaw, his neck, his chest, and then there's a tongue lapping at his nipples and he's crying out, buried underneath a plateau of pleasure as Taehyung hits the sensitive nerve ends inside him, and Seokjin is probably crying now, but he probably couldn't get himself to care even if he tried, because everything feels so fucking good, he feels like he's going to burst, like there are a bunch of tiny explosives right underneath his skin and they're all about to detonate.
“Touch me,” he begs Taehyung, “Daddy, please, I'm going to come, I can't hold it in, please, touch me,” and Seokjin doesn't actually expect him to - he usually doesn't - but this time he wraps his hand around Seokjin's cock and strokes in time with his thrusts, which are becoming more and more frenzied.
Taehyung knows he's close, so he leans forward and catches Seokjin's bottom lip into his mouth and tugs, then envelopes the rest of his lips in an open mouthed kiss as Seokjin suddenly clenches around him and yells. Taehyung swallows it as Seokjin comes inbetween them, white spilling across their chests, and fuck, fuck, it's so tight; Taehyung gives a few more thrusts before he's finally coming too, gasping out an inaudible groan before he pulls out and collapses next to Seokjin.
They lay there for a long moment, breathing hard, before Seokjin turns to Taehyung and smiles. Suddenly Taehyung feels lightheaded, so much more than what they were doing before, because Seokjin rarely gives a true smile like this one, so he captures that in a kiss as well, and laughs when Seokjin makes a face when their chests bump against each other and the cum feels gross and sticky.
“You've been so good,” Taehyung says, “such a good boy. Daddy's so happy with you,” and brings Seokjin close so that they're hugging, and Taehyung doesn't even care about the mess in between them, they can deal with that later, right now, he just wants to fucking sleep, and the yawn Seokjin lets out tells him that he does, too. They'll take a shower when they wake up, Taehyung thinks sleepily.
seokjin/taehyung
1907 words; nc-17
warning: daddy kink
this started out by ruining the meaning of gwiyeomi for everyone. in this video, taehyung skipped three. fearnoworld said that was because taehyung wasn't into it. i said it was because he already did it. lazychaoz screamed a lot. none of us are sorry.
gwiyeomi kink
1 + 1 = blindfold
2 + 2 = handcuffs
3 + 3 = daddy
4 + 4 = panties and garters
5 + 5 = spanking
6 + 6 = bondage/orgasm denial
one down, five to go.
this is for fearnoworld!
It’s ten.
It’s ten, and none of the members are home except for Taehyung and Seokjin, who have anywhere from an hour to two hours before anyone comes back and sees what they’re doing.
It’s ten, but Taehyung doesn’t care, because Seokjin is kneeling on the floor, shirtless, hands behind his back, asking him if he's been a good boy.
“Daddy, can I have my treat?” Seokjin asks, and Taehyung pretends to think it over, longer than usual, so long that Seokjin's face looks horrified, like Taehyung - daddy, rather - might actually just leave him there on the floor, hard and aching.
“How good of a boy do you think you've been?” Taehyung asks, voice uncharacteristically hard. He figures it fits the role.
Here Seokjin stutters, because he's not sure what the correct answer is, and he mumbles a small, “I-I'll take whatever Daddy gives me,” and then recoils in on himself, because Taehyung grabs his chin and forces his face up to look him in the eyes.
“I said,” Taehyung says, looking rather menacing, “how good of a boy do you think you've been?” and by now Seokjin can't even try to ignore the heat coursing through his veins.
He moans, loud and unabashed when Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thumb digging uncomfortably into his cheek. It's so close, Seokjin thinks, if he just opens his mouth a bit and sticks his tongue out, then-
“I asked you a question,” Taehyung snaps, and Seokjin whimpers, not in fear, but because of how fucking aroused he is by all of this. If it was fear, Taehyung reminds himself, Seokjin would’ve made it clear. They have a protocol for that.
“I-I,” he stammers. “I didn't touch myself all week,” Seokjin confesses, eyes darting to the side. “Even when you sent me those pictures, Daddy, I didn't dare, I didn't want to make you mad. I-”
His voice cracks on the last syllable, and suddenly there's a hand in his hair, yanking so hard Seokjin lets out something between a yelp and a moan, and then Taehyung is dragging him to the bed, one hand clasped around his wrist.
“Tell me,” Taehyung coaxes as Seokjin climbs onto the mattress, “what does my baby boy want? You've been so good,” Taehyung compliments, and a blush manages to fight its way up to Seokjin's face, because Daddy rarely ever compliments him - he mainly teases, really. All in good nature, but he usually uses actions than words, so to hear him complimenting without restraint - Seokjin whines when Taehyung noses along his collarbone, tongue darting out to lick up his throat.
“I want you to- ah, I want you to fuck me,” Seokjin gasps when Taehyung's hands skirt along his sides, and Taehyung pauses in his ministrations to peer more closely at him. They haven't really done anything yet, haven't even kissed, but Seokjin's face is flushed a bright red, chest heaving up and down, and his eyes are hooded as he watches Taehyung play with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Please,” Seokjin begs, “Please Daddy, fuck me please, it's been so long, I miss the feeling of Daddy's cock filling me up, and I miss the way it's hard to walk the next day - I miss the pretty blue bruises on my hips, I miss you so much Daddy, please, please.”
Taehyung cuts him off with a swift kiss and brushes the bangs back from his forehead. “Okay,” he murmurs against Seokjin's lips, “you've been such a good boy, you deserve to be rewarded.”
Here, Seokjin's chest swells with pride, and he looks over at Taehyung with glassy eyes and catches his lips in a deeper kiss, moaning when Taehyung leans over him to suck on his tongue and delve his hand into Seokjin’s pants. His breath stutters in his lungs when Taehyung's hand skitters along his cock, not yet stroking it and he smirks when Seokjin starts to tug frantically at his shirt.
“D-Daddy please,” Seokjin whines as Taehyung cuts off each syllable with a kiss, “I need you so badly.”
“I know, baby boo,” Taehyung says, grinning, because, really, he loves it when Seokjin is shameless, loves it when he ruts against Taehyung's thigh and begs to come, begs for Taehyung to fuck him already, begs for Taehyung pull his hair and hold him down; he loves it all.
He leans back just enough to take off his shirt and toss it to the side, and then he pulls Seokjin's pants down just far enough for him to grab ahold of Seokjin's cock and fist him almost painfully hard, so that Seokjin grabs Taehyung's shoulders to ground himself, shattered gasp leaving his lips. He starts out fast, hand pumping quickly so that Seokjin has no time to adjust. Seokjin lets out a shaky moan as his arms fall back to fist the bedsheets.
Taehyung digs his thumb into the slit when Seokjin starts to buck his hips upward, panting in earnest and begs him to stop, because, “Daddy, Daddy no, Daddy- I'm going to, I don't want to-”
Taehyung lets go of Seokjin's cock and sits back, far out of reach from Seokjin, who looks confused now, unsure of whether to follow Taehyung or continue to lie there. “You're a big boy now, right?” Taehyung asks, and Seokjin nods reverently. “Why don't you show Daddy how big you are and prep yourself for me?” and Seokjin's eyes widen, breath leaving his body in one large exhale as Taehyung reaches into his back pocket and tosses the packet of lube at Seokjin. It lands on his chest and Seokjin tries his best not to scramble for it, but his recklessness has him tearing open the package with shaking hands, and he tries his best to not to think about how Daddy's going to be watching him as he slicks his fingers up.
With three fingers messily lubed, he lies back down and breathes hard before the fingers circle his entrance, slowly pushing his middle finger in, and Seokjin has to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
He thrusts it shallowly, trying to get used to the intrusion, since he meant what he said before - he really hasn't touched himself in a whole week - and now everything feels ten times worse. He can feel Daddy watching him, and that makes Seokjin a mixture of self conscious and aroused, hoping he's doing this right for Daddy as he pushes another finger.
This time, he scissors them apart, trying to make sure he's well prepped for Daddy's big cock. But even more than that, he wants to put on a little show for for Daddy -- make sure he pleases him and makes sure his breath catches in his throat like Seokjin's has, like he's wound up too tight and the only way to release the pent up tension is by fucking Seokjin long and hard, so hard the bed frame rattles and the neighbors complain about them being way too loud, until he can hear nothing but the way Seokjin moans and gasps his name.
Seokjin keens when he adds a third digit without realizing it, and lets out a deep groan when his fingers hit that certain spot that has his toes curling and eyes rolling back. He presses there more insistently, little exhales leaving his mouth every time he does, and he wonders how Taehyung looks right now, how he feels watching Seokjin fuck himself on his own fingers.
His thoughts are quickly answered when a hand wraps around his wrist, and suddenly Seokjin's not the one in control anymore, Taehyung is, and the way he thrusts Seokjin's fingers in himself is much different than the way Seokjin does it. Seokjin takes his sweet time, so that his orgasm washes over him in a crescendo.
Taehyung, on the other hand, does it rough and fast, and he teases. He stops at random intervals just to hear Seokjin whine before he grins and resumes his previous actions. Today, though, he's more impatient than usual, doesn't bother to frustrate Seokjin too much before he whispers in his ear, “Are you ready, baby?” and Seokjin nods, Seokjin nods so fucking hard he thinks his head is going to fly off his neck, beacuse god fucking dammit, he's been waiting for this for so long, if Taehyung doesn't fuck him now he's going to-
It turns out he doesn't have to finish his thought, because Taehyung's already lubed himself up and is pushing into Seokjin slowly, filling Seokjin up so much he can't breathe, air caught in his throat as he tangles his fingers in Taehyung's hair and sobs, telling Taehyung to move, Daddy, please, please please-
Taehyung's never really one to deny his baby boy anything, so he rolls his hips, and fuck, that feels so good; he does it again, and again, and again until Seokjin is grabbing onto his biceps and hiccuping moans. Taehyung leans down to whisper into his ear, “You feel so, so good. So tight and hot around Daddy, so perfect, so willing to take me in.”
Seokjin feels a pair of lips on his jaw, his neck, his chest, and then there's a tongue lapping at his nipples and he's crying out, buried underneath a plateau of pleasure as Taehyung hits the sensitive nerve ends inside him, and Seokjin is probably crying now, but he probably couldn't get himself to care even if he tried, because everything feels so fucking good, he feels like he's going to burst, like there are a bunch of tiny explosives right underneath his skin and they're all about to detonate.
“Touch me,” he begs Taehyung, “Daddy, please, I'm going to come, I can't hold it in, please, touch me,” and Seokjin doesn't actually expect him to - he usually doesn't - but this time he wraps his hand around Seokjin's cock and strokes in time with his thrusts, which are becoming more and more frenzied.
Taehyung knows he's close, so he leans forward and catches Seokjin's bottom lip into his mouth and tugs, then envelopes the rest of his lips in an open mouthed kiss as Seokjin suddenly clenches around him and yells. Taehyung swallows it as Seokjin comes inbetween them, white spilling across their chests, and fuck, fuck, it's so tight; Taehyung gives a few more thrusts before he's finally coming too, gasping out an inaudible groan before he pulls out and collapses next to Seokjin.
They lay there for a long moment, breathing hard, before Seokjin turns to Taehyung and smiles. Suddenly Taehyung feels lightheaded, so much more than what they were doing before, because Seokjin rarely gives a true smile like this one, so he captures that in a kiss as well, and laughs when Seokjin makes a face when their chests bump against each other and the cum feels gross and sticky.
“You've been so good,” Taehyung says, “such a good boy. Daddy's so happy with you,” and brings Seokjin close so that they're hugging, and Taehyung doesn't even care about the mess in between them, they can deal with that later, right now, he just wants to fucking sleep, and the yawn Seokjin lets out tells him that he does, too. They'll take a shower when they wake up, Taehyung thinks sleepily.