baby blue
baby blue
hurt/comfort, romance, character study / seho / nc-17
“yes, yes, daddy loves me very much and i love daddy, baby loves daddy.”
similar dynamics to a D/s relationship / 776
joonmyun is 22 and sehun is 19, but when they’re alone, joonmyun is baby and sehun is daddy and joonmyun fits into the dips and rises of sehun’s boy body. when they’re surrounded by others, joonmyun is the leader, valiant and caring, and sehun is maknae, whiny and playful, and they come together naturally, fixed roles in the band calling for interaction when necessary.
alone, joonmyun likes to be coddled and cuddled and sehun takes shameless advantage of this by kicking his roommate out of the shared bedroom and stealing joonmyun away from his so joonmyun can be spoiled by sehun’s fingers, deft and nimble as they tie a baby blue ribbon, bow and all, around joonmyun’s neck.
(“when i put this around your neck,” sehun says the first night the blue is brandished, his voice hushed as he perfects the loops of the bow of joonmyun’s makeshift collar. “you are mine. all mine, baby.”
joonmyun nods, small hands coming up to be placed over sehun’s hands as he says, “yes, daddy, i am all yours.”
sehun, this night, sits behind joonmyun and allows his hyung to rest his bare back against sehun’s chest as joonmyun touches himself to the feeling of sehun fucking into him. sehun, this night, says, into joonmyun’s ear, “it’s okay, baby, daddy’s here, daddy’s here,” as joonmyun cries himself to pieces, unraveling before his own maknae, the blue bow around his neck quivering with his tears.)
sehun is possessive and touches joonmyun like they’re going to die soon, like joonmyun would die if not for sehun’s hands, sometimes calloused and other times smooth against joonmyun’s supple skin. joonmyun is complacent and pliant and enjoys being touched, especially by sehun and sehun likes to touch and he’s eager and greedy for the feeling of joonmyun, joonmyun, joonmyun, against his fingertips.
(“daddy, daddy,” joonmyun calls out for sehun and the only thing sehun is doing with his digits is skating them down the plane of the side of joonmyun’s face and joonmyun is needy already, wanting more and more and more and this time it is he who is greedy but sehun is more than happy to give when, later, his palms curl against the sides of joonmyun’s waist and he sinks into joonmyun’s soul and body and joonmyun is arching off the bed with a sob.
“daddy loves you,” sehun says, leaning down and putting his mouth to joonmyun’s ear, pressing a kiss to sensitive skin. there’s lipgloss from earlier when they were on stage still stuck on his lip and it leaves a little red mark that makes sehun feel and go insane, so he gives joonmyun’s earlobe a gentle suck, coaxing out a sound that mingles with the slapping of skin resonating off the walls and he feels joonmyun nodding and saying,
“yes, yes, daddy loves me very much and i love daddy, baby loves daddy.”)
joonmyun gets stressed very easily and sehun understands this so sehun sometimes lets joonmyun sit in his lap and he’ll feed his baby chocolate until he stops crying about how it’s difficult and how he just wants sehun to hold him all the time.
(the first night joonmyun calls sehun daddy is when sehun finds joonmyun lying down on the couch at three in the morning, maybe crying but also maybe asleep. sehun prods at joonmyun’s waist with his hand and he is greeted with the sight of tears staining joonmyun’s porcelain skin and joonmyun’s little red nose, sniffling.
“are you okay, hyung,” sehun asks quietly. joonmyun’s body shakes and sehun gathers him up into his arms and lets joonmyun rest his teary face against his chest. “are you okay.”
“stressed,” joonmyun chokes out as sehun rocks him back and forth like a child. “thank you for holding me.”
“you’re like a baby,” sehun says. he rubs joonmyun’s back and joonmyun curls in further, knees pressed up to his chest as he tries to soothe himself.
“does that make you my daddy?” joonmyun asks, voice less playful than intended. this causes sehun to tense and joonmyun tenses as well and they look at each other, joonmyun’s eyes still wide and wet and sehun’s usual uncaring expression is imminent but also laced with something unreadable.
“i guess it does,” sehun says after a few beats too many. at this point in time, their hearts thump in sync out of their chests and they don’t know what they’re doing, but sehun holds onto joonmyun tightly and joonmyun begins to break again and sehun, tentatively, hesitantly, leans down and puts his lips to joonmyun’s temple, muttering, “baby, it’s okay, it’s okay, i’m here, it’s okay daddy’s here.”)
hurt/comfort, romance, character study / seho / nc-17
“yes, yes, daddy loves me very much and i love daddy, baby loves daddy.”
similar dynamics to a D/s relationship / 776
joonmyun is 22 and sehun is 19, but when they’re alone, joonmyun is baby and sehun is daddy and joonmyun fits into the dips and rises of sehun’s boy body. when they’re surrounded by others, joonmyun is the leader, valiant and caring, and sehun is maknae, whiny and playful, and they come together naturally, fixed roles in the band calling for interaction when necessary.
alone, joonmyun likes to be coddled and cuddled and sehun takes shameless advantage of this by kicking his roommate out of the shared bedroom and stealing joonmyun away from his so joonmyun can be spoiled by sehun’s fingers, deft and nimble as they tie a baby blue ribbon, bow and all, around joonmyun’s neck.
(“when i put this around your neck,” sehun says the first night the blue is brandished, his voice hushed as he perfects the loops of the bow of joonmyun’s makeshift collar. “you are mine. all mine, baby.”
joonmyun nods, small hands coming up to be placed over sehun’s hands as he says, “yes, daddy, i am all yours.”
sehun, this night, sits behind joonmyun and allows his hyung to rest his bare back against sehun’s chest as joonmyun touches himself to the feeling of sehun fucking into him. sehun, this night, says, into joonmyun’s ear, “it’s okay, baby, daddy’s here, daddy’s here,” as joonmyun cries himself to pieces, unraveling before his own maknae, the blue bow around his neck quivering with his tears.)
sehun is possessive and touches joonmyun like they’re going to die soon, like joonmyun would die if not for sehun’s hands, sometimes calloused and other times smooth against joonmyun’s supple skin. joonmyun is complacent and pliant and enjoys being touched, especially by sehun and sehun likes to touch and he’s eager and greedy for the feeling of joonmyun, joonmyun, joonmyun, against his fingertips.
(“daddy, daddy,” joonmyun calls out for sehun and the only thing sehun is doing with his digits is skating them down the plane of the side of joonmyun’s face and joonmyun is needy already, wanting more and more and more and this time it is he who is greedy but sehun is more than happy to give when, later, his palms curl against the sides of joonmyun’s waist and he sinks into joonmyun’s soul and body and joonmyun is arching off the bed with a sob.
“daddy loves you,” sehun says, leaning down and putting his mouth to joonmyun’s ear, pressing a kiss to sensitive skin. there’s lipgloss from earlier when they were on stage still stuck on his lip and it leaves a little red mark that makes sehun feel and go insane, so he gives joonmyun’s earlobe a gentle suck, coaxing out a sound that mingles with the slapping of skin resonating off the walls and he feels joonmyun nodding and saying,
“yes, yes, daddy loves me very much and i love daddy, baby loves daddy.”)
joonmyun gets stressed very easily and sehun understands this so sehun sometimes lets joonmyun sit in his lap and he’ll feed his baby chocolate until he stops crying about how it’s difficult and how he just wants sehun to hold him all the time.
(the first night joonmyun calls sehun daddy is when sehun finds joonmyun lying down on the couch at three in the morning, maybe crying but also maybe asleep. sehun prods at joonmyun’s waist with his hand and he is greeted with the sight of tears staining joonmyun’s porcelain skin and joonmyun’s little red nose, sniffling.
“are you okay, hyung,” sehun asks quietly. joonmyun’s body shakes and sehun gathers him up into his arms and lets joonmyun rest his teary face against his chest. “are you okay.”
“stressed,” joonmyun chokes out as sehun rocks him back and forth like a child. “thank you for holding me.”
“you’re like a baby,” sehun says. he rubs joonmyun’s back and joonmyun curls in further, knees pressed up to his chest as he tries to soothe himself.
“does that make you my daddy?” joonmyun asks, voice less playful than intended. this causes sehun to tense and joonmyun tenses as well and they look at each other, joonmyun’s eyes still wide and wet and sehun’s usual uncaring expression is imminent but also laced with something unreadable.
“i guess it does,” sehun says after a few beats too many. at this point in time, their hearts thump in sync out of their chests and they don’t know what they’re doing, but sehun holds onto joonmyun tightly and joonmyun begins to break again and sehun, tentatively, hesitantly, leans down and puts his lips to joonmyun’s temple, muttering, “baby, it’s okay, it’s okay, i’m here, it’s okay daddy’s here.”)