Daddy's Baby Boo 1/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 1/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
A/N2: I have no idea how long this is going to be. It's a new genre for me, which means I get to explore it, which means the fic is going to be long. You're welcome.
Part 1:
Jaejoong paused on his way out of the kitchen. That morning’s run had been harder on him than usual. Because of his companion, not the actual exercise. Before they left, Yunho had quite forcefully told him to retie his running shoes, not just to slip them on his feet. Did he want to hurt his ankle?
And Jaejoong had turned away, immediately dropping into a crouch to do as he was told and to hide his erection. Saturdays were the worst. Jaejoong hardly saw his housemate during the week because of their works schedules, but on Saturdays, it was getting more difficult to keep himself from obeying everything Yunho said. And from falling to his knees and begging.
Being on your knees for Yunho has always been a good idea, an annoying voice said in his head.
Jaejoong sighed and leaned against the doorframe.
“You okay, Boo?” Yunho asked, using the silly pet name that he’d made up for him almost three years ago.
“No,” Jaejoong said and then turned around and headed toward Yunho, but he chickened out halfway, stopping in the kitchen and leaning against the island.
There was no way he was going to just fall to his knees and beg Yunho to ... He didn’t know. But god the man was gorgeous. He was sitting at their table, surrounded by the morning light that turned his dark brown hair a creamier shade, like coffee. He’d already showered, hair drying on its own, and he’d tossed on his most comfortable jeans and a tight white T-shirt. He looked edible.
Jaejoong growled and rubbed his face with his hands. There was a rule. Don’t date your roommates.
That annoyingly helpful voice said, You’re practically boyfriends. You date, you just don’t call it that. He’s fucking kissed you before.
But for comfort. Not for lust. Jaejoong wasn’t sure Yunho would agree to it. But he couldn’t live like this anymore. He couldn’t live with the most perfect of men and not do something about it. He needed Yunho badly.
“Boo, what’s wrong?” Yunho asked. He was always so concerned. So attentive.
Jaejoong glanced at him, and then away. It’d be easier if he wasn’t looking at him. “I, well, I need ...” He cleared his throat and rubbed his arms. Almost whispering, he said, “I need you to discipline me.”
Yunho was quiet for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“Reprimand me, tell me--”
“I know what the word means, Jaejoong-ah. What does it mean for you?”
Jaejoong rubbed his face with an aggravated noise. “Just ... make up rules for me, punish me if I break them, reward me if ... if I do a good job. I just ... “ He stopped with a small whimper that had him flushing in embarrassment. God, he was pathetic. He’d hoped this need of his would have petered out. Maybe it would have. Before Yunho moved in. His housemate was perfect.
Yunho continued to sip at his coffee, eyes on his phone and not on Jaejoong. Was his hand shaking? Maybe not.
Jaejoong curled his arms around his stomach. He should have kept his mouth shut. This was going to ruin everything. Jaejoong should have never opened his big mouth and tossed them into this new awkward, embarrassing situation.
“I need you to be more specific,” Yunho said, glancing up at him with an eyebrow raised, “about the rules, because if these are rules that I want, then rule number one is when you’re at home by yourself or it’s only the two of us here, I want you naked. Completely. Unless you’re cooking, then you can wear an apron.”
They stared at each other, Jaejoong not really debating, but more disbelieving. Yunho, in one moment, gave him two options: laugh it off and it never happened, or he could take his clothes off and obey the rule. A Saturday morning meant just the two of them. Probably all weekend.
Jaejoong was very glad all he’d thrown on was a tank top and sweatpants after their run. It was easy to slip them off, pool them onto the tile floor of their kitchen.
And then wait.
Yunho stood up, and Jaejoong’s breath sped up. He watched, shivering, as Yunho walked first to the sink to rinse out his cup, and then he turned around, leaning on the opposite counter. They were too close, but so far away. Jaejoong shivered, skin breaking out in goosebumps.
Yunho very obviously looked Jaejoong up and down, and Jaejoong moaned, gripping the counter behind him tightly.
“And what do you want as a reward?” Yunho whispered and licked his lips.
“A kiss,” Jaejoong said before his mouth listened to his brain to shut up.
Yunho looked at him and then smiled. He took the few steps to him, into his personal space, and trailed his finger over Jaejoong’s face. Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened with a quiet sigh. And then lips were against his, brief but confident, and Yunho pulled away.
“Good boy.”
Jaejoong whimpered, knees going weak. This is what he needed. Most definitely.
Yunho tittered. “But clothes do not belong on the floor, Boo. I expect them to be picked up and folded properly. What do you want as a punishment?”
Jaejoong shut his eyes, swaying at the heat from Yunho’s body. He licked his lips and whispered, “Spank-Spanking.”
“Turn around then, bend over the island.”
Jaejoong whimpered and twisted around to do as he was told. He almost fell when Yunho’s hands cupped his ass. Two quick smacks landed on his ass and Jaejoong cried out, the noise echoing around his kitchen. Yunho rubbed his ass and then spanked him again, much harder, and Jaejoong jolted into the cabinet with a cry, his ass burning.
“Pick them up. Fold them properly.”
Jaejoong was not sure he could move, but he used the counter to steady himself to his knees. He folded the clothes while he was down there, and then picked them up. His knees were shaking and Yunho was still so close, but he stood up and set them on the counter.
“We have all weekend to explore this,” Yunho continued, “and we’re going to start right now. Go take a shower, I know you haven’t yet, and then go into my room, kneel by my desk. I’ll be there in a little while.”
Jaejoong shook and nodded. “Th-thank you.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “Don’t thank me, because I’m going to tell you that you’re not allowed to jerk off in the shower.” He nodded at Jaejoong’s raging erection.
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck. Okay.”
With a laugh, Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips again. “Go.”
Jaejoong spun around and went, making sure to take his clothes with him.
---
As soon as Jaejoong was out of the kitchen, Yunho went back to the table and sat hard. He bit his hand, moaning out loud, a hand going right to his dick to rub himself through his jeans. Well, fuck, this was interesting and new.
And he had no idea how to handle it.
But he knew one person that would.
He called Yoochun.
“Yun. Ho,” Yoochun said. “What’s up? It’s fucking early.”
“It’s nine.”
“On a fucking Saturday.”
“Shut up. Don’t you have to be to work?”
Yoochun chuckled. “You interrupted my morning blowjob.”
“Fuck. This is important. Anyway you can get Changmin to leave you alone for two minutes?”
“In a perfect world, no, but don’t worry. I’m all ears. What’s up?”
“I need some help.”
“About?” Yoochun said.
“Jaejoong ... he ... fuck, Yoochun.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Ah, so the chickenshit finally told you.”
“You know?”
“I’m his best friend, of course I know. I know all his dirty little secrets.”
“I’m not ... going to survive this. We won’t. We’re friends!”
Yoochun laughed, a little louder. “Jaejoong has been saying that since you moved in. He’s been gagging for your cock down his throat since you moved in. I’m really surprised it took this long. Hell, even Changmin thought it was only going to take you two six months to hook up.”
“But it’s more than that,” Yunho said with a growl. “He wants me to discipline him.”
“Sexy.”
“It is, but god, Yoochun-ah, how am I supposed to do that?”
Yoochun huffed. “He told you. He is not in the room with you right now. So I’m assuming you already agreed to this and are just freaking out at me for no reason.”
Yunho growled. “Shut up.”
“What did you make him do?”
“Not telling.”
“Too bad. I know you’re smart, Yunho-yah. You both are. I’ve been noticing that you’ve been gagging after him just as hard. You’re already friends, you already live together, you already know each other very well. Now you get to add sex to it. Sexy discipline sex.”
“That’s so fucking dangerous.”
“And yet ... you gave him an order.”
Yunho heard the shower stop upstairs. He sighed. “Yeah, I did. This isn’t a dream is it? I didn’t just get beyond lucky?”
“Nope, no dream.”
“Anything you can tell me about this kink of his?”
“Beyond that it’s going to ruin sex for you with anyone else? Probably not. Just be honest with him. He wants this so much. He’s been a bit depressed and unhappy about it because he hasn’t wanted to call anyone Daddy but you.”
“Daddy?”
“Oops. I said too much.” He laughed. “Goodbye, hyung. Have fun.”
Yunho cursed at his phone and sent a few curse words to Yoochun in a text message. Yoochun sent back dick emojis.
A Daddy kink, huh? Yunho searched used his phone to search for it. He had a vague idea of the concept, but he needed to know what Jaejoong wanted. Online, there were too many differing opinions on what exactly it was, but they all agreed on one thing. Yunho had to do everything he could to make Jaejoong happy. And vice versa. Pleasing Yunho in turn pleased Jaejoong.
There were added kinks about ages and incest and domination, but beyond that, Yunho needed to see what this meant for Jaejoong.
He stood up and headed toward the bedrooms. Yoochun was right. Yunho had been gagging over Jaejoong since almost the first day they’d been introduced. But there was a rule. No coworkers. No siblings of friends (like that mess with Junho). And no roommates.
The horrible thing (or great thing depending on how you looked at it) was that Yunho had been slowing falling in love with his beautiful roommate for the last three years. He and Jaejoong had always gotten along. And he had always been exactly what Yunho wanted in a partner. Incredibly gorgeous, hard working, nice, dedicated.
Sexy. But no roommates. It was almost a law.
Yunho stopped outside of his room and leaned against the wall for a few deep breaths of control. He could do this, for Jaejoong, for himself, because it was really the only chance he had to get what he had always wanted. Fucking this up meant he’d have to move out, and lose the most important person in his life.
---
Jaejoong tried to keep his breathing steady. His knees ached a bit. His skin was flushed from anticipation, but chilled from the air conditioner. He shifted, head tilting back, mouth open for a deep breath. He shifted on his knees.
And he gripped his own thighs, to keep from touching his cock. He was still hard, not throbbing, but as soon as Yunho walked in the room, that would change.
He bit his lip against a whimper.
Was it too good to be true? Was Yunho going to agree with this, especially when he found out how much Jaejoong needed him?
They had been living together for three years. Three years of trying to find someone, anyone, that could take care of him better than Yunho. And failing. There was no one else. No one that made Jaejoong so happy. No one that helped him with his professional and personal life. No one that was so deliciously sexy.
But to throw this at him? Without even a real, true date?
Jaejoong swallowed.
Hey, at least he wants to see you naked! That annoying voice was back, and it sounded like Yoochun.
Maybe it was too good to be true? But Jaejoong wasn’t about to get off his knees when he’d been told to be in place.
“Baby,” Yunho said from the doorway.
Jaejoong glanced up, and then flushed and looked away almost immediately, blushing under Yunho’s gaze.
Yunho moved into the room, sat on his desk chair. He spun it around and spread his legs and held out his hand. “Good boy. I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Do you want your reward?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Come on up into my lap first, baby.”
Jaejoong’s head went light, but he did, using the chair and Yunho’s shoulders to climb into his lap. He ended up sideways, curled up in Yunho’s arms, face against his neck. Yunho’s arm curled around his waist, and the other one went under his legs, hand sliding up his thigh and to his ass. Jaejoong shivered.
“I thought you wanted a kiss,” Yunho whispered against his hair.
Jaejoong hummed. “Sorry, dad-, sorry.”
Yunho shifted, holding him a little closer. “You can call me Daddy. It’s okay.”
Jaejoong gasped, shaking in surprise. It was definitely too good to be true. He hadn’t woken up. They hadn’t gone running. He hadn’t had the courage to tell Yunho he needed him. He was still asleep. This was all a dream. Yunho ran his hand over Jaejoong’s thigh. But that didn’t really make sense. Even in a dream, there wasn’t really anyway Yunho would know about it. Unless ...
Jaejoong lifted his head. “Yoochun ratted me out, huh?”
Yunho laughed and leaned forward enough to kiss him, a soft touch of lips and tongue that had Jaejoong shaking even harder. “Sort of. He may have let the Daddy thing slip, but apparently he’s been rooting for us to hook up for long time.”
Jaejoong sighed. “No roommates.”
“Or best friends,” Yunho said.
“So where does that leave us?”
Yunho touched his cheek. “Well, that leaves you in my lap and me wondering what you need me to do for you. I understand that you want me to order you around, I don’t mind that at all, but you need more than that, don’t you?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Please, D-Daddy.”
“We’ll figure it out. You tell me what you want, what you need, and I’ll do my best to give it to you because you deserve it.”
Jaejoong hugged him a little tighter, arms around his neck.
“Now, rules,” Yunho said and kissed his forehead. “The lap is for rewards, not for punishments and orders.”
Jaejoong was shaking as Yunho helped him back to his knees, and he gripped Yunho’s leg and pressed his face to his thigh. Yunho tilted his head up, hands rubbing at his neck and then his hair. Petting him, and Jaejoong shivered under the soft touches, smiling and attempting to press closer.
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips. “First rule is always safety, yes? What is your safeword?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and shook his head.
“You need one.”
“I know, but I ... I want to pick one that’s just ours. Not anyone else’s.”
Yunho’s smile was brilliant, and Jaejoong smiled back, happy that he’d made Yunho happy.
“I already love my first rule, but the second one you aren’t going to like.”
Jaejoong frowned.
“Don’t do that, baby,” Yunho said and ran his finger over Jaejoong’s lip. “It’s not too horrible. It’s just going to take some getting used to. Your closet.”
Jaejoong groaned.
Laughing, Yunho continued. “Yes, baby. You’re going to let me organize it and then you’re going to keep it organized. Clothes hung up, folded, jeans in their proper space. You have the room with the bigger closet for a reason, but you’re going to keep it neat and tidy.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I’m not allowed to wear clothes anymore anyway, so what’s the point?”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow, and Jaejoong ducked his head.
“The point is that it’s a rule.” The fingers on his face tightened, lifting his head back up, meeting Yunho’s firm gaze. “Are you going to obey me or not?”
Jaejoong made a face and said, “Yes, Daddy.”
Yunho nodded. “Good. Now, today is going to be weird, but also amazing, while we figure this out. Do you want to go out for breakfast, or do you want to go put on an apron and make me some breakfast?” His fingers trailed over Jaejoong’s face, and he tilted his head to the side, letting them fall to his neck.
“C-cook,” Jaejoong managed to say. He loved being touched, and Yunho’s hands were so warm. So gentle.
“Go on then. I’m going to get started on your closet.”
“It really bothers you?” Jaejoong said, frowning.
“Only because half the time we go out, your clothes have wrinkles in them.” Both hands were on Jaejoong’s face now, fingers rubbing at skin. “You are amazingly attractive, and your clothes should reflect that. The only time you should look worn out and disheveled is after I’ve fucked you.”
Jaejoong moaned, leaning forward. His hands fluttered at Yunho’s thighs, unsure if he had permission to touch. “Can we do that now instead?”
Yunho chuckled and moved a bit closer, for Jaejoong to run his hands up Yunho’s thighs. “No, baby. I’m hungry. You always make me breakfast on the weekends. I look forward to it all week long.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Now, go cook. Holler at me when it’s ready.”
“Okay.” Jaejoong bit his lip. “Do you want me to crawl or--”
“No. I love your legs. Walk, unless I tell you not to.” Yunho stood up and held out his hands. Jaejoong took them, and let himself be pulled up to his feet. Yunho’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. “Now that I have permission to touch,” Yunho said, “I doubt I will ever stop. You’re so pretty, Boo.”
Jaejoong felt his entire body flush, vibrating in delight from the simple words. This was definitely what he needed. Yunho kissed him again, and then turned him around.
“Go,” he said and patted Jaejoong’s bottom. “I’ll be down in a little bit.”
Jaejoong smiled over his shoulder and said, “Thank you, Daddy.”
He was very happy to note the look of lust-filled disbelief on Yunho’s face. Walking back down the hallway, Jaejoong’s smile turned to smirk. He shouldn’t have been so worried about getting what he wanted from Yunho. Everyone had a bit of a Daddy kink. Some just did not know it yet.
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yunho isn't my Daddy, which is such a shame. He belongs to his Baby Boo.
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho have been roommates for three years, harboring crushes on each other. Yunho doesn't confess because there's a rule: no roommates. Jaejoong doesn't confess because he needs so much more than just sex from Yunho.
Warning: Daddy kink, which pretty much implies bondage, master/sub, toys, etc
A/N: My title for the userpic on this fic is "jung yunho creates babies".
A/N2: I have no idea how long this is going to be. It's a new genre for me, which means I get to explore it, which means the fic is going to be long. You're welcome.
Part 1:
Jaejoong paused on his way out of the kitchen. That morning’s run had been harder on him than usual. Because of his companion, not the actual exercise. Before they left, Yunho had quite forcefully told him to retie his running shoes, not just to slip them on his feet. Did he want to hurt his ankle?
And Jaejoong had turned away, immediately dropping into a crouch to do as he was told and to hide his erection. Saturdays were the worst. Jaejoong hardly saw his housemate during the week because of their works schedules, but on Saturdays, it was getting more difficult to keep himself from obeying everything Yunho said. And from falling to his knees and begging.
Being on your knees for Yunho has always been a good idea, an annoying voice said in his head.
Jaejoong sighed and leaned against the doorframe.
“You okay, Boo?” Yunho asked, using the silly pet name that he’d made up for him almost three years ago.
“No,” Jaejoong said and then turned around and headed toward Yunho, but he chickened out halfway, stopping in the kitchen and leaning against the island.
There was no way he was going to just fall to his knees and beg Yunho to ... He didn’t know. But god the man was gorgeous. He was sitting at their table, surrounded by the morning light that turned his dark brown hair a creamier shade, like coffee. He’d already showered, hair drying on its own, and he’d tossed on his most comfortable jeans and a tight white T-shirt. He looked edible.
Jaejoong growled and rubbed his face with his hands. There was a rule. Don’t date your roommates.
That annoyingly helpful voice said, You’re practically boyfriends. You date, you just don’t call it that. He’s fucking kissed you before.
But for comfort. Not for lust. Jaejoong wasn’t sure Yunho would agree to it. But he couldn’t live like this anymore. He couldn’t live with the most perfect of men and not do something about it. He needed Yunho badly.
“Boo, what’s wrong?” Yunho asked. He was always so concerned. So attentive.
Jaejoong glanced at him, and then away. It’d be easier if he wasn’t looking at him. “I, well, I need ...” He cleared his throat and rubbed his arms. Almost whispering, he said, “I need you to discipline me.”
Yunho was quiet for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“Reprimand me, tell me--”
“I know what the word means, Jaejoong-ah. What does it mean for you?”
Jaejoong rubbed his face with an aggravated noise. “Just ... make up rules for me, punish me if I break them, reward me if ... if I do a good job. I just ... “ He stopped with a small whimper that had him flushing in embarrassment. God, he was pathetic. He’d hoped this need of his would have petered out. Maybe it would have. Before Yunho moved in. His housemate was perfect.
Yunho continued to sip at his coffee, eyes on his phone and not on Jaejoong. Was his hand shaking? Maybe not.
Jaejoong curled his arms around his stomach. He should have kept his mouth shut. This was going to ruin everything. Jaejoong should have never opened his big mouth and tossed them into this new awkward, embarrassing situation.
“I need you to be more specific,” Yunho said, glancing up at him with an eyebrow raised, “about the rules, because if these are rules that I want, then rule number one is when you’re at home by yourself or it’s only the two of us here, I want you naked. Completely. Unless you’re cooking, then you can wear an apron.”
They stared at each other, Jaejoong not really debating, but more disbelieving. Yunho, in one moment, gave him two options: laugh it off and it never happened, or he could take his clothes off and obey the rule. A Saturday morning meant just the two of them. Probably all weekend.
Jaejoong was very glad all he’d thrown on was a tank top and sweatpants after their run. It was easy to slip them off, pool them onto the tile floor of their kitchen.
And then wait.
Yunho stood up, and Jaejoong’s breath sped up. He watched, shivering, as Yunho walked first to the sink to rinse out his cup, and then he turned around, leaning on the opposite counter. They were too close, but so far away. Jaejoong shivered, skin breaking out in goosebumps.
Yunho very obviously looked Jaejoong up and down, and Jaejoong moaned, gripping the counter behind him tightly.
“And what do you want as a reward?” Yunho whispered and licked his lips.
“A kiss,” Jaejoong said before his mouth listened to his brain to shut up.
Yunho looked at him and then smiled. He took the few steps to him, into his personal space, and trailed his finger over Jaejoong’s face. Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened with a quiet sigh. And then lips were against his, brief but confident, and Yunho pulled away.
“Good boy.”
Jaejoong whimpered, knees going weak. This is what he needed. Most definitely.
Yunho tittered. “But clothes do not belong on the floor, Boo. I expect them to be picked up and folded properly. What do you want as a punishment?”
Jaejoong shut his eyes, swaying at the heat from Yunho’s body. He licked his lips and whispered, “Spank-Spanking.”
“Turn around then, bend over the island.”
Jaejoong whimpered and twisted around to do as he was told. He almost fell when Yunho’s hands cupped his ass. Two quick smacks landed on his ass and Jaejoong cried out, the noise echoing around his kitchen. Yunho rubbed his ass and then spanked him again, much harder, and Jaejoong jolted into the cabinet with a cry, his ass burning.
“Pick them up. Fold them properly.”
Jaejoong was not sure he could move, but he used the counter to steady himself to his knees. He folded the clothes while he was down there, and then picked them up. His knees were shaking and Yunho was still so close, but he stood up and set them on the counter.
“We have all weekend to explore this,” Yunho continued, “and we’re going to start right now. Go take a shower, I know you haven’t yet, and then go into my room, kneel by my desk. I’ll be there in a little while.”
Jaejoong shook and nodded. “Th-thank you.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “Don’t thank me, because I’m going to tell you that you’re not allowed to jerk off in the shower.” He nodded at Jaejoong’s raging erection.
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck. Okay.”
With a laugh, Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips again. “Go.”
Jaejoong spun around and went, making sure to take his clothes with him.
---
As soon as Jaejoong was out of the kitchen, Yunho went back to the table and sat hard. He bit his hand, moaning out loud, a hand going right to his dick to rub himself through his jeans. Well, fuck, this was interesting and new.
And he had no idea how to handle it.
But he knew one person that would.
He called Yoochun.
“Yun. Ho,” Yoochun said. “What’s up? It’s fucking early.”
“It’s nine.”
“On a fucking Saturday.”
“Shut up. Don’t you have to be to work?”
Yoochun chuckled. “You interrupted my morning blowjob.”
“Fuck. This is important. Anyway you can get Changmin to leave you alone for two minutes?”
“In a perfect world, no, but don’t worry. I’m all ears. What’s up?”
“I need some help.”
“About?” Yoochun said.
“Jaejoong ... he ... fuck, Yoochun.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Ah, so the chickenshit finally told you.”
“You know?”
“I’m his best friend, of course I know. I know all his dirty little secrets.”
“I’m not ... going to survive this. We won’t. We’re friends!”
Yoochun laughed, a little louder. “Jaejoong has been saying that since you moved in. He’s been gagging for your cock down his throat since you moved in. I’m really surprised it took this long. Hell, even Changmin thought it was only going to take you two six months to hook up.”
“But it’s more than that,” Yunho said with a growl. “He wants me to discipline him.”
“Sexy.”
“It is, but god, Yoochun-ah, how am I supposed to do that?”
Yoochun huffed. “He told you. He is not in the room with you right now. So I’m assuming you already agreed to this and are just freaking out at me for no reason.”
Yunho growled. “Shut up.”
“What did you make him do?”
“Not telling.”
“Too bad. I know you’re smart, Yunho-yah. You both are. I’ve been noticing that you’ve been gagging after him just as hard. You’re already friends, you already live together, you already know each other very well. Now you get to add sex to it. Sexy discipline sex.”
“That’s so fucking dangerous.”
“And yet ... you gave him an order.”
Yunho heard the shower stop upstairs. He sighed. “Yeah, I did. This isn’t a dream is it? I didn’t just get beyond lucky?”
“Nope, no dream.”
“Anything you can tell me about this kink of his?”
“Beyond that it’s going to ruin sex for you with anyone else? Probably not. Just be honest with him. He wants this so much. He’s been a bit depressed and unhappy about it because he hasn’t wanted to call anyone Daddy but you.”
“Daddy?”
“Oops. I said too much.” He laughed. “Goodbye, hyung. Have fun.”
Yunho cursed at his phone and sent a few curse words to Yoochun in a text message. Yoochun sent back dick emojis.
A Daddy kink, huh? Yunho searched used his phone to search for it. He had a vague idea of the concept, but he needed to know what Jaejoong wanted. Online, there were too many differing opinions on what exactly it was, but they all agreed on one thing. Yunho had to do everything he could to make Jaejoong happy. And vice versa. Pleasing Yunho in turn pleased Jaejoong.
There were added kinks about ages and incest and domination, but beyond that, Yunho needed to see what this meant for Jaejoong.
He stood up and headed toward the bedrooms. Yoochun was right. Yunho had been gagging over Jaejoong since almost the first day they’d been introduced. But there was a rule. No coworkers. No siblings of friends (like that mess with Junho). And no roommates.
The horrible thing (or great thing depending on how you looked at it) was that Yunho had been slowing falling in love with his beautiful roommate for the last three years. He and Jaejoong had always gotten along. And he had always been exactly what Yunho wanted in a partner. Incredibly gorgeous, hard working, nice, dedicated.
Sexy. But no roommates. It was almost a law.
Yunho stopped outside of his room and leaned against the wall for a few deep breaths of control. He could do this, for Jaejoong, for himself, because it was really the only chance he had to get what he had always wanted. Fucking this up meant he’d have to move out, and lose the most important person in his life.
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Jaejoong tried to keep his breathing steady. His knees ached a bit. His skin was flushed from anticipation, but chilled from the air conditioner. He shifted, head tilting back, mouth open for a deep breath. He shifted on his knees.
And he gripped his own thighs, to keep from touching his cock. He was still hard, not throbbing, but as soon as Yunho walked in the room, that would change.
He bit his lip against a whimper.
Was it too good to be true? Was Yunho going to agree with this, especially when he found out how much Jaejoong needed him?
They had been living together for three years. Three years of trying to find someone, anyone, that could take care of him better than Yunho. And failing. There was no one else. No one that made Jaejoong so happy. No one that helped him with his professional and personal life. No one that was so deliciously sexy.
But to throw this at him? Without even a real, true date?
Jaejoong swallowed.
Hey, at least he wants to see you naked! That annoying voice was back, and it sounded like Yoochun.
Maybe it was too good to be true? But Jaejoong wasn’t about to get off his knees when he’d been told to be in place.
“Baby,” Yunho said from the doorway.
Jaejoong glanced up, and then flushed and looked away almost immediately, blushing under Yunho’s gaze.
Yunho moved into the room, sat on his desk chair. He spun it around and spread his legs and held out his hand. “Good boy. I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Do you want your reward?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Come on up into my lap first, baby.”
Jaejoong’s head went light, but he did, using the chair and Yunho’s shoulders to climb into his lap. He ended up sideways, curled up in Yunho’s arms, face against his neck. Yunho’s arm curled around his waist, and the other one went under his legs, hand sliding up his thigh and to his ass. Jaejoong shivered.
“I thought you wanted a kiss,” Yunho whispered against his hair.
Jaejoong hummed. “Sorry, dad-, sorry.”
Yunho shifted, holding him a little closer. “You can call me Daddy. It’s okay.”
Jaejoong gasped, shaking in surprise. It was definitely too good to be true. He hadn’t woken up. They hadn’t gone running. He hadn’t had the courage to tell Yunho he needed him. He was still asleep. This was all a dream. Yunho ran his hand over Jaejoong’s thigh. But that didn’t really make sense. Even in a dream, there wasn’t really anyway Yunho would know about it. Unless ...
Jaejoong lifted his head. “Yoochun ratted me out, huh?”
Yunho laughed and leaned forward enough to kiss him, a soft touch of lips and tongue that had Jaejoong shaking even harder. “Sort of. He may have let the Daddy thing slip, but apparently he’s been rooting for us to hook up for long time.”
Jaejoong sighed. “No roommates.”
“Or best friends,” Yunho said.
“So where does that leave us?”
Yunho touched his cheek. “Well, that leaves you in my lap and me wondering what you need me to do for you. I understand that you want me to order you around, I don’t mind that at all, but you need more than that, don’t you?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Please, D-Daddy.”
“We’ll figure it out. You tell me what you want, what you need, and I’ll do my best to give it to you because you deserve it.”
Jaejoong hugged him a little tighter, arms around his neck.
“Now, rules,” Yunho said and kissed his forehead. “The lap is for rewards, not for punishments and orders.”
Jaejoong was shaking as Yunho helped him back to his knees, and he gripped Yunho’s leg and pressed his face to his thigh. Yunho tilted his head up, hands rubbing at his neck and then his hair. Petting him, and Jaejoong shivered under the soft touches, smiling and attempting to press closer.
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips. “First rule is always safety, yes? What is your safeword?”
Jaejoong bit his lip and shook his head.
“You need one.”
“I know, but I ... I want to pick one that’s just ours. Not anyone else’s.”
Yunho’s smile was brilliant, and Jaejoong smiled back, happy that he’d made Yunho happy.
“I already love my first rule, but the second one you aren’t going to like.”
Jaejoong frowned.
“Don’t do that, baby,” Yunho said and ran his finger over Jaejoong’s lip. “It’s not too horrible. It’s just going to take some getting used to. Your closet.”
Jaejoong groaned.
Laughing, Yunho continued. “Yes, baby. You’re going to let me organize it and then you’re going to keep it organized. Clothes hung up, folded, jeans in their proper space. You have the room with the bigger closet for a reason, but you’re going to keep it neat and tidy.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I’m not allowed to wear clothes anymore anyway, so what’s the point?”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow, and Jaejoong ducked his head.
“The point is that it’s a rule.” The fingers on his face tightened, lifting his head back up, meeting Yunho’s firm gaze. “Are you going to obey me or not?”
Jaejoong made a face and said, “Yes, Daddy.”
Yunho nodded. “Good. Now, today is going to be weird, but also amazing, while we figure this out. Do you want to go out for breakfast, or do you want to go put on an apron and make me some breakfast?” His fingers trailed over Jaejoong’s face, and he tilted his head to the side, letting them fall to his neck.
“C-cook,” Jaejoong managed to say. He loved being touched, and Yunho’s hands were so warm. So gentle.
“Go on then. I’m going to get started on your closet.”
“It really bothers you?” Jaejoong said, frowning.
“Only because half the time we go out, your clothes have wrinkles in them.” Both hands were on Jaejoong’s face now, fingers rubbing at skin. “You are amazingly attractive, and your clothes should reflect that. The only time you should look worn out and disheveled is after I’ve fucked you.”
Jaejoong moaned, leaning forward. His hands fluttered at Yunho’s thighs, unsure if he had permission to touch. “Can we do that now instead?”
Yunho chuckled and moved a bit closer, for Jaejoong to run his hands up Yunho’s thighs. “No, baby. I’m hungry. You always make me breakfast on the weekends. I look forward to it all week long.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Now, go cook. Holler at me when it’s ready.”
“Okay.” Jaejoong bit his lip. “Do you want me to crawl or--”
“No. I love your legs. Walk, unless I tell you not to.” Yunho stood up and held out his hands. Jaejoong took them, and let himself be pulled up to his feet. Yunho’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. “Now that I have permission to touch,” Yunho said, “I doubt I will ever stop. You’re so pretty, Boo.”
Jaejoong felt his entire body flush, vibrating in delight from the simple words. This was definitely what he needed. Yunho kissed him again, and then turned him around.
“Go,” he said and patted Jaejoong’s bottom. “I’ll be down in a little bit.”
Jaejoong smiled over his shoulder and said, “Thank you, Daddy.”
He was very happy to note the look of lust-filled disbelief on Yunho’s face. Walking back down the hallway, Jaejoong’s smile turned to smirk. He shouldn’t have been so worried about getting what he wanted from Yunho. Everyone had a bit of a Daddy kink. Some just did not know it yet.
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
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