✧ only here to teach you about you ✧

Nov 15, 2013 22:43

✖ only here to teach you about you
✖ kyungsoo/sehun; r
✖ not everything ends the way it begins. sometimes, it's even better. 2323w.
☠ daddy-kink, established d/s

✖ meri didi ke liye, jo sab se achi hai ♡



The bed sheets are silk soft, smooth against his skin and if Sehun weren’t so wound up and desperate, he’d have fallen asleep. Kyungsoo had been generous about the bed, as he was with everything, always giving in to what Sehun wanted. He was spoiled.

Which is why that morning made him feel even more miserable. But, Sehun never gave up quickly, at least, not where it counted. He would apologise, like a good boy. The way Kyungsoo had taught him to.

The stockings feel like a second skin, white sheer material tight over his skin. He flexes his legs, watches his toes curl, hand running down his stomach, stopping just short of his cock. Kyungsoo had given him express orders that he was never to touch himself there; Sehun belonged to Kyungsoo. But waiting was always so difficult, and when Sehun had slipped on the pink panties he’d bought online, he hadn’t been able to help himself.

He’d slipped two fingers inside of himself, imaging that they were Kyungsoo’s, fucking him open for his thick cock. His own cock twitches at the thought now, at the memory, body tense as he waits. Kyungsoo would be home soon. Sehun would apologise and maybe Kyungsoo wouldn’t punish him.

Fingers curl into the fabric of his collar, lace comforting as he drags his fingers across it. It was made for him, snug but not tight, a constant reminder that Kyungsoo loved him. Even if he did fuck up. Despite his fuck ups.

The sound of the door clicking open snaps him out of this thoughts, lungs suddenly too small as he tries to breathe. It was the sound of Kyungsoo coming home to him, loafers hitting the hardwood floor. Sehun shudders, having learned to wait for Kyungsoo to find him. He never called out Sehun’s name, never said anything out loud until he found Sehun, fingers curling into Sehun’s hair possessively.

The anticipation feels like too much and he wonders what Kyungsoo will think when he finds him, if he’s done good enough. His chest hurts, arm rising to cover his eyes, embarrassment like a warm burning coal, singeing his skin red.

Just as the bedroom door opens, Sehun shakily sits upright, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Kyungsoo’s eyes widen as he stands in the doorway, caught by surprise. The coat Sehun had helped him slip on that morning is still on, his hair parted just slightly left of center.

“Wel-welcome home, Daddy,” Sehun stutters, cheeks furiously flushed, and feeling strangely small despite the way his legs seem to take up the length of the bed. Kyungsoo doesn’t move, rooted to his spot, as if transfixed. It makes something hot curl in the pit of his stomach, ears burning as he attempts to maintain eye contact.

“Sehun?” Kyungsoo finally says, perplexed but he sounds a little off, the pitch of his voice a little higher than normal. Sehun feels the anxiety simmer down, lungs expanding, the thudding of his heartbeat slowing, not so loud.

“I dressed up for you,” Sehun says, voice not nearly as shaky. He smiles as best he can, fingers curling together in his lap. He’s oddly aware of how hard he is, something Kyungsoo usually distracts him from.

Sehun’s voice seems to snap Kyungsoo out of it as he moves forward, a hand running through his hair. It falls back into place effortlessly, little tufts falling against Kyungsoo’s forehead. Sehun’s blown them away before, when they’d been lying in bed on lazy weekends. He looks amused but Sehun knows what his dark eyes mean. The door closes soundlessly behind him.

Kyungsoo loosens his tie, unraveling it completely. He lets thin, deft fingers unbutton his dress shirt, stopping at the third button. Sehun stares at the smooth expanse of skin, unsure if he wants Kyungsoo to fuck him just like that, still dressed, his dark blue jacket elongating his tiny frame, broadening him out. Or if he wants Kyungsoo completely naked, hot skin against hot skin.

Swallowing, Sehun looks back up, breath catching at the back of his throat. Kyungsoo’s right at the end of the bed and before Sehun can scoot forward, Kyungsoo grabs him by the ankle, dragging Sehun toward him. Sehun gasps, falling backwards, back hitting the mattress with a dull thud.

“Why did my Princess dress up, hmm?” Kyungsoo asks, the endearment sending sparks shooting down Sehun’s spine. He shivers, watches as Kyungsoo slides a knee between his thighs, a hand resting next to Sehun’s head, allowing him to hover over Sehun. His free hand slides up the length of Sehun’s torso, pinching a nipple hard. Sehun cries out, hand clutching at Kyungsoo’s arm as he follows the tug at his nipple bodily, arching off the bed. Kyungsoo smirks, dipping low, tongue swirling around the hardened bud, sucking.

“I was,” Sehun starts, eyes closing as he tries to keep his thoughts straight, Kyungsoo’s teeth teasing his nipple. He expects the bite but he can’t help the way his fingers dig into Kyungsoo’s arm or the choked whine. “I was bad this morning.”

Kyungsoo stills, rising back up to look at Sehun. A finger smooths over his cheek and Sehun can’t quite read the expression on Kyungsoo’s face.

“Were you?” he asks, tracing over Sehun’s jaw slowly, eyes following his finger. Sehun feels strung out, afraid to let out a breath. He’s not sure if Kyungsoo wants a response, if Sehun’s supposed to explain what he did wrong.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Sehun mumbles, finally, the silence suffocating. Kyungsoo leans down and kisses him, deliberately slow, hand holding Sehun’s face in place. Sehun shudders as he feels Kyungsoo’s knee press up against his cock, whimpering into Kyungsoo’s mouth. He can feel the smirk against his lips, Kyungsoo’s tongue swiping against his lower lip, teeth sinking in right after.

Sehun lets himself wind a hand into Kyungsoo’s hair, as soft to the touch as it looked. Kyungsoo sucks on the bites he's left along Sehun's bottom lip, breaking away by pressing small kisses against the corner's of Sehun's mouth. He hums as he looks down at Sehun again, eyes entirely too fond. Sehun forgets to breathe, can't breathe, not until Kyungsoo leans back down to leave a trail of kisses to Sehun's collarbones.

Kyungsoo's fingers tighten into the lace of Sehun's collar, nails scraping against the skin of Sehun's neck. He whines, pushing down against Kyungsoo's knee, seeking friction.

"You know you're not supposed to do that, baby," Kyungsoo reminds Sehun, a hand digging into Sehun's boney hip. And Sehun does know that, knows that he isn't allowed to give himself any kind of pleasure, that only Kyungsoo could but he's wound up, frustration getting the better of him.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he pants, sucking in a breath to calm himself. Kyungsoo places a kiss against his chest and Sehun's sure he can hear how loud his heart is. The hand that fists in his hair is expected, sharp tug agonising but Sehun loves the way his body tenses, waiting for Kyungsoo’s next strike, humming at his touch.

Kyungsoo holds him there, a hand lazily sliding down his torso, fingers swirling around Sehun’s navel. The touch has him quivering, skin tingling as Kyungsoo lets his fingers wander lower. Sehun stills, breath catching in his lungs as he feels Kyungsoo’s hand palm over his hard cock, thumb rubbing at the head. He wishes desperately that he wasn’t wearing the panties, hadn’t even bothered with them. Kyungsoo rarely lets Sehun get off quickly, teasing him until Sehun is a mess of tears and humiliating begging.

“Did you get this hard just waiting for me, baby?” Kyungsoo asks, looking back at Sehun, eyes dark. Sehun knows better than to lie. He shakes his head, lip caught between his teeth as he waits for a reaction out of Kyungsoo.

“What did you do behind my back, Sehuna?” The hand fisted in his hair tightens, and Sehun’s chest feels constricted, the way Kyungsoo squeezes his balls painful, tugging as he waits for Sehun to answer.

“I, I only prepped myself, Daddy. Nothing else, I didn’t come. I’m so-- ” Sehun’s voice is cut off when Kyungsoo yanks him up by the hair, none too pleased. He has to fight to keep from crying out too loud.

“Hands behind your back,” Kyungsoo orders, the amused affection gone. Sehun shivers, obeying immediately, knowing what was to come. Kyungsoo lets Sehun go, grabbing his tie and wrapping it around Sehun’s wrists. “Do you need to be reminded of what it’s like to not come for days, Sehuna?”

“No, Daddy,” Sehun pleads, tears beginning to blur his vision. The knot Kyungsoo ties with his tie is tight, the silk of the tie not digging in quite as roughly as the rope they’ve used in the past. Sehun sits upright until Kyungsoo shoves him back down roughly, his hands prodding into his back, uncomfortable.

Sehun lies as soundlessly as he can, frustration welling inside of him, guilt and shame churning together. He wasn’t supposed to upset Kyungsoo, the whole point was to apologise and Sehun fucked that up too. Tears spill down the side of his face, but he keeps quiet, watching as Kyungsoo throws off his winter coat, followed by his suit jacket. They rest on the back of the chaise Sehun had wanted in front of the window and as Kyungsoo turns, unbuttoning his cuffs, Sehun feels like he's been filled to the brim with something awful.

Kyungsoo doesn’t bother taking off the shirt, just watches Sehun from across the room. When Sehun can’t help the way he shudders bodily, Kyungsoo makes his way over, something giving out as he watches Sehun. Wiping away the tears clinging to Sehun’s eyes, Kyungsoo kisses him sweetly, smoothing a hand over Sehun’s collarbones.

“I’m sorry, baby. You broke the rules, and you know how much I don’t like that.”

“I know, Daddy,” Sehun whispers, calming down with each stroke of Kyungsoo’s hand against his chest. “I’m sorry. I was impatient.”

Kyungsoo hums, seemingly pleased, kissing down the length of Sehun’s neck, teeth scraping the bared skin, lips ghosting over Sehun’s collar. “How long did you wait?”

In all honesty, Sehun can’t remember. It could have been thirty minutes or three hours, he’s not sure. He’d spent the day mostly feeling shitty, even too unsure if calling Kyungsoo was okay. The confusion must be obvious because Sehun's caught off guard by Kyungsoo's next question.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” Kyungsoo says, fingers pushing past Sehun’s panties to wrap around his cock. Sehun hisses, eyes squeezing shut. His heart pounds in his ears until Kyungsoo sinks his teeth into the jut of Sehun’s shoulder, reminding Sehun that he was waiting.

The endearment is enough to bring Sehun back, like he hasn’t catastrophically messed up. Kyungsoo never stops loving him. Even when he breaks rules. His voice quivers as he answers, wishing desperately that he could hold onto Kyungsoo. Instead his fingers grasp at the bed sheet underneath him and he forces himself to open his eyes. “I’m sorry I ruined your shirt this morning.”

Kyungsoo looks momentarily confused, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“It’s your favourite, I know, and you had a meeting and I probably made you late. I tried washing the shirt, so it wouldn’t stain but I probably just screwed it all up.” Sehun’s crying again, and Kyungsoo’s already wiping them away, wrapping Sehun in a tight hug.

Digging his face into the warmth of Kyungsoo’s neck, Sehun tries to calm himself, breathing in deep. This wasn’t really something to cry over.

“Sshhh, baby,” Kyungsoo comforts, stroking Sehun’s hair as he holds him still. “I wasn’t mad this morning. It was an accident, you didn’t spill the coffee on purpose. I know that. Come on, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s okay.”

Somehow this only makes Sehun cry harder and he knew, somewhere in the back of his head, that of course none of it mattered but disappointing Kyungsoo terrified him.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m so stupid,” Sehun cries and he’s not sure when Kyungsoo managed to untie the tie around his wrists but his hands are free. He fists his hands into the material of Kyungsoo’s dress shirt, pressing in closer. Kyungsoo holds him through it, petting the length of his spine slowly.

When Sehun seems to have calmed down, Kyungsoo pulls away just slightly, wiping at Sehun’s tear stained face. Sehun can only imagine how ugly he looks but Kyungsoo kisses him tenderly, pushing back his hair. “You’re not stupid. You don’t have to apologise for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong, understood?”

Sehun nods, leaning back into the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck and staying there. Kyungsoo doesn’t push him away, and everything seems to ease away. He’s not sure how long they stay like that, Kyungsoo’s hand never stilling before Sehun pulls back a little.

“I’m -- ” he starts before catching himself. Kyungsoo gives him a pointed look and the blush that heats Sehun’s cheeks this time is a happy fluster. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Kyungsoo traces over Sehun’s cheekbone, tucking strands of hair behind his ear.

“Everything,” Sehun mumbles, refusing to look directly at Kyungsoo. Instead he presses a kiss against the mole on Kyungsoo’s chest, cuddling in closer. Kyungsoo’s laugh vibrates through him, almost like music.

“Did you eat today, hmm?” Kyungsoo asks, and Sehun shakes his head, already beginning to feel guilty. “I didn’t think so. Come on, time for dinner.”

Kyungsoo pulls Sehun up and off the bed, fingers laced together as he leads Sehun toward the bedroom door. Feeling terribly self-conscious, Sehun tugs at Kyungsoo’s hand, looking down at his feet. “Can I, I mean, I’m still…”

“You look cute, Princess,” Kyungsoo smiles, pulling Sehun lower by his collar to give him a kiss. “You should dress up for me more often.”

Sehun blushes furiously, stomach twisting as Kyungsoo pulls him out of the room.

r: r, l: multi-part, p: kyungsoo/sehun, !fic, f: exo

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