Daddy's Baby Boo 5/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 5/?
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".
Part 5:
A/N: Just so we're clear on ages and stuff. In this fic, both Yunho and Jaejoong are 32 years old.
Jaejoong huffed at the ceiling. He did not want to get out of bed and only partially because his entire body ached in the way that let him know that his weekend of sex had not been a dream.
Yunho had not been a dream.
Moaning, Jaejoong rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. Just thinking about Yunho’s hands on his body, his cock in his ass, his lips against his, had his dick throbbing for a release.
But he had an order.
He wasn’t allowed to masturbate.
Pouting, he rolled onto his back and glared at the bulge in Yunho’s boxers. Today was going to be disastrous.
Enough daylight bled through his light-canceling shades for him to know that he really needed to get up, but it was the flashing of his phone that made him move.
A text message. From Daddy
Jaejoong moaned. Yunho had changed his contact name already. Fuck.
He was shaking a little as he read the three messages.
Are you up, Baby Boo? You need to get up and go to work.
You’re going to be late. Get up.
That’s an order if you could not tell.
Luckily, Yunho had sent them while he’d been brooding, so only a couple minutes ago.
He sent back: I’m up, Daddy. I’m up.
And then because he was feeling particularly vindictive, he took a picture of his body, pushing the boxers down to show off his hipbone a little and making sure the bulge of his cock was definitely showing. He added: See? I’m up. to the picture.
Sexy, but that doesn’t count. You’re still in bed. If you don’t get up now, you’re not going to have time to exercise.
Jaejoong pouted at the phone. Let me masturbate.
No. Go workout.
Jaejoong huffed. He took another picture, this one of his face, hair all mussed up, collarbones on display, and more importantly the hicky at the base of his neck on display. He pouted his best pout and sent the picture.
It’s only day one and you’re already begging to break my rules? I was expecting this on Thursday or Friday.
The disappointment was thick, even through the text message. And Jaejoong huffed again. Daddy was right. He shouldn’t be trying to break the rules. He pushed up and got out of bed, wobbly a little on his sore legs. Yunho had been holding his ankles up by his head and fucking into him that way for a long time last night.
He shivered a little and headed to his closet.
Reluctantly, he agreed that Yunho was right. His closet was much neater, and it was definitely easier to find the clothes he wanted. He slipped the shorts off, folded them nicely and put them on his table. With a smirk, he took a picture of the shorts, making sure that his naked body was halfway reflected in the mirror. He sent it to Yunho.
Fuck, Baby Boo. I’m going to spend my lunch break with my hand on my cock.
Jaejoong pouted. Not fair, Daddy.
Then stop sending me sexy pictures.
Jaejoong sighed, and knew he wouldn’t. He was just going to have to get used to being aroused, all fucking day long.
But Yunho was right. It was near nine-thirty. He was not going to have time to workout. He was going to have to get up earlier on some days if he wanted to make his Daddy’s life easier. He went to the kitchen and slipped on an apron. He only had three of them. If Daddy wanted him to wear just aprons around the house, he was going to need more. Maybe he’d stop by a shop later on in the week.
He had just enough time to whip up some kimchi jigae, making sure it wasn’t too spicy. Yunho didn’t mind spice, but he’d prefer not to have it. There was enough for a couple days of dinner, but Jaejoong did not want Yunho just to eat kimchi jigae every night for dinner. He’d make something different tomorrow. He portioned out the food, complete with rice, and put them into containers. On top of each container, he added a notecard with instructions on what to do to heat it up. Yunho was not a good cook, and Jaejoong knew he ate out most nights. He put them into the fridge.
And yep, it was after ten. Jaejoong had just enough time to shower and get dressed. He was going to have to get up an hour earlier if he wanted to workout.
As a last minute idea, he removed one of the containers from the fridge and sat it on the counter. He angled his phone so his bare hip was the background for the food and took a picture.
He sent it to Yunho: I made you dinner! It’s in the fridge.
Too bad I won’t be able to enjoy my favorite dessert after dinner.
How are your nipples? Too sore?
Definitely sore, but not too bad. And just because Daddy said he couldn’t jerk off, Jaejoong sent him a picture of his nipples, making sure to squeeze one with his fingertips.
Gorgeous.
Hey, if you made me dinner, does that mean you didn’t workout like I told you to?
Jaejoong bit his lip. Well, fuck. How to get out of this one? He pondered his answer while putting the apron away and going toward the bathroom to shower. I’m trying to make Daddy’s life easier and better. I’ll get up earlier tomorrow so I have time to workout.
Baby Boo, you need the sleep.
I know, but Daddy! You can’t eat out all the time! And I like to cook.
You could lift the ban on me getting into your kitchen and I can cook my own food.
NO! No way. Not happening. You almost burned down my kitchen making ramen! Instant ramen! I will cook every meal for you before I let that happen again.
Okay, Boo. Okay. :)
How about this? How about I wake you up before I leave for work? I usually leave at about 8:30.
Jaejoong frowned. He’d be missing out on an hour of sleep, but for Daddy, it was worth it. You’re going to wake me up? With kisses?
Always with kisses.
That sounds like a great plan.
Good, starting tomorrow. Now, you’re going to be late!
Jaejoong smiled widely and had I love you, Daddy half written out before hastily erasing it and only sending back a few hearts. He wasn’t about to say that for the first time, through a text message.
He rushed through his morning routine, pausing only a few times to send teasing pictures of his skin and body to Yunho.
He decided to dress in a pair of dark jeans, tight on his body, with a looser sweater over the top of them. And then he remembered he had a hicky on his neck. He did not mind while he was in the kitchen cooking, but he spent lunch wandering the tables and taking orders. His customers did not need to see that, so instead, he wore a button down, a crop jacket, and a scarf. A little fancier than normal, but he added cowboy boots to counter it.
He was halfway out of the door when he remembered that he’d thrown the sweater on the floor, and he moaned, turned around and went back to his closet to pick it up.
Jaejoong hated Mondays with a passion. But that Monday, he had a smile on his face that wouldn’t go away and most of his customers commented on it. A few of the more regular customers asked him if he’d spent his weekend getting laid.
Jaejoong could only smile wider and blush, making most of them chuckle.
At two, when Yoochun arrived to talk about the evening menu, he leaned against Jaejoong’s office door with an eyebrow raised.
“What?” Jaejoong asked, not looking up from the list of meats he currently had in his kitchen.
“I didn’t get a single text from you this weekend. Not a single one, asking how the restaurant was, asking about the food, issues with employees.”
“Fuck you, I was busy.”
“Busy with Daddy.”
Jaejoong moaned and plopped his head on the menu. “Fuck off. Yes. Shit. Yoochun.”
Yoochun laughed and shut the door. It wasn’t uncommon for them to do that while planning the menu. He sat Jaejoong’s triple vanilla latte on the desk and demanded, “Details, Kim Jaejoong. Details. Now.”
Jaejoong sighed. “Fuck, Yunho is fucking gorgeous.” And Jaejoong gushed, about everything, because Yoochun had been his best friend since college. He even told him about almost saying “I love you” to him in a text message.
“You do not want to say that the first time through a text,” Yoochun said and nodded.
“I know, but it’s ... it’s only been two days.”
“Technically, it’s been four years.”
“Technically, it’s been two days.”
“Agree to disagree, “Yoochun said. “Sounds like you’ve had lots of fun. Is it what you need?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, hands laced behind his head. “So far? Yes.”
Yoochun grabbed the paper from him and mulled it over before saying, “An earthy, honey almond sauce would work better on the chicken, especially if you’re pairing it with our fresh garlic and green beans.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
“I have an idea for you,” Yoochun said, scribbling in the change and then adding a seafood pasta dish for variety. “You didn’t like the spanking?”
“Not really, it was ... Daddy was so disappointed.”
“So do it on purpose.”
“What?”
“Purposely break his rule about the clothes, and then when he spanks you, you know it’s coming. He won’t necessarily know that you did it on purpose, but it will help you both get used to the idea of a punishment, but on your own terms.”
“You are a sexual genius, Park Yoochun.”
“I know.”
“How is your little sex toy, anyway?”
“Don’t let Changminnie hear you call him little. He’s taller than you. And stronger.”
“Still just a baby, Yoochun-ah.”
“He’s not that young.”
“You’re thirty-one. That kid is twenty-three. That’s pretty young.”
“Young and eager and so very sexy. We’re moving in together.”
“What?” Jaejoong sat up straight and stared. “When did you decide that?”
“This weekend.”
“You found some balls, good job.”
“Fuck off. It’s your fault. I figured if you were able to tell Yunho about the Daddy kink, I could confess my undying love and ask him to move in with me. He practically lives with me anyway. I should have asked him sooner, but he is still determined to make up with his parents.”
Jaejoong frowned. “This isn’t going to help that. HIs father is going to be incredibly angry.”
“Yeah, but he’d rather be happy with me than miserable at home.”
“I agree, but happy with you?” Jaejoong snorted. “You’re such a slutty, cradle robber.”
“In my defense, he did not tell me he was only eighteen five years ago.”
“In your defense, you always think with your cock before your brain.”
Yoochun laughed. “I know. Awesome, isn’t it?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Cradle robber.”
“What happened to slutty?” Yoochun leaned over and tugged the scarf down, barring the hicky. “How many times did you two fuck this weekend?”
Jaejoong growled and put his head back on the table. “Not enough. Fuck. I’m so fucking horny, Yoochun. I’m going to fuck up dinner.”
“Well, I’ll lock the door and leave you alone for a few minutes.” He winked.
Jaejoong pouted. “I’m not allowed to masturbate.”
Yoochun stared at him for a moment and then laughed. “Oh, god, seriously?”
Jaejoong glared at him while he laughed. “Fuck you.”
“Just do it anyway. Yunho won’t know.”
“But I’d know. I can’t break his rules already.”
“No, I guess not. Come on. Let’s get up and get stuff ready. We need to have prep done by three.”
Jaejoong waved him away. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll get into my chef’s whites.”
Yoochun winked at him and shut the door. Jaejoong noted that it was locked. It was so tempting to pull out his dick and stroke off. It would only take a few minutes, he was ready to burst. Instead, he pulled his dick from his pants and took a picture of himself. He was careful to make sure he sent it to Yunho and not to anyone else by accident.
He received a reply almost instantly. KIM JAEJOONG I AM IN A MEETING
Jaejoong laughed, and took another one, pressing his thumb to the tip and making sure the bit of precome gleamed in the light. I’m about to go start dinner prep. I’m very lucky my chef’s whites will cover the fact that I’m going to be hard all night long. Hard for Daddy’s cock. I can almost feel it inside me, stretching me open. Want Daddy’s big dick. He had to stop there before he really did stroke himself off.
KIM JAEJOONG!
Jaejoong sent back more hearts and got up to get ready for the night. They were a little busier than normal, and Yoochun blamed it on the menu. It was a good one, and he said he heard more than one customer call a friend to tell them to come for dinner. It made Jaejoong really happy, and he even went out to a few tables to accept some praises. He made sure his chef’s whites were done up all the way, just barely hiding the hicky on his neck.
He stayed in the kitchen a little longer than normal, not stopping his cooking duties until after ten. With closing time winding closer, he went to hit the books and cash out receipts and check inventory.
His phone was flashing with a message. It was from Yunho, sent about an hour before. And he clicked it open, moaning and gripping the desk to keep upright.
A picture of Yunho. Full body. Chest to feet. His hard cock was in his hand, and his release was all over his stomach in spattered puddles of white, a thicker dollop curling over his fingers.
Dinner was excellent, Baby Boo. Thank you so much. You’re so good to me.
Good night. 8:30. Don’t set your alarm. I’ll be your alarm from now on. Sweet dreams, my pretty Boo.
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck.”
“You need some alone time?” Yoochun asked from the door.
Jaejoong flipped him off. He wanted to send a text back, but Yunho had to have his phone on during the night for client calls. Jaejoong did not want to bother him unnecessarily.
The rest of the night dragged, and Jaejoong grew distracted. It took a long time to do paperwork, and an even longer time to make sure everything was clean and closed down and ready for his prep cooks to get there at nine in the morning. He portioned out some of the seafood pasta for Yunho’s lunch tomorrow and finally walked out of the restaurant at 11:30. He did not get home until almost midnight.
God, he hoped he slept. He’d been wound up like a tightrope all day and with no way to release it, he figured he was in for a long, sleepless night. The light above the kitchen sink was on, giving him just enough light to make his way there. Yunho always left one or two lights on for him. Being midnight, Yunho had probably been sleeping for at least two hours.
Jaejoong sighed, but he wasn’t too upset. He was used to not seeing Yunho all week. Although now the pining was worse.
But he was not used to coming into the kitchen and being presented with a giant bouquet of red and yellow flowers. He smiled, cutting off an excited noise.
A note leaned against the vase: To my Baby Boo - Flowers pale in comparison to your beauty, but I figured you’d like them more than a giant picture of yourself. See you in the morning - <3 Daddy
Jaejoong moaned and curled up against the counter, flushed cheek pressed against the cool granite. His emotions ran too hard and tumbled too fast through him. This is what he needed. What he wanted. What he craved. Being adored. Being wanted. Being told how beautiful he was. And without even telling him that, Yunho knew. He knew just what Jaejoong needed. Yunho was a perfect Daddy. So far. He doubted that was going to change.
Smiling like a lunatic, Jaejoong put the pasta in the fridge with a note on the counter for Yunho to take it in his lunch tomorrow. He practically floated to the bathroom, went through his nightly rituals, and attempted to organize the bottles on his counter while the face mask did its thing on his skin. It was a lost cause. Maybe he needed a shelf or two. Or seven.
He’d figure something out.
Thinking about Yoochun’s idea, Jaejoong undressed and put his clothes in their proper place. Knowing he was going to get a spanking was definitely different than not knowing. And like Yoochun said, Daddy didn’t need to know he was doing it on purpose. Maybe on Friday, start his Saturday with a sore ass. He sort of liked that idea.
And he completely loved slipping into Yunho’s boxers to wear to bed. These were a different pair than the night before, a dark green pair of slightly looser boxerbriefs. Jaejoong made a mental note to ask Yunho about it.
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Yunho woke up on Tuesday morning with a raging erection. Raging. He’d been dreaming of Jaejoong’s lips around his cock, his ass shoving back onto him, his fingernails digging into his skin.
“Fuck,” Yunho growled and rolled over, rubbing against the blanket for a moment. His alarm clock suddenly blared, and Yunho reached over and slammed it off.
Six a.m. Already.
It’d taken awhile to sleep, even after jerking off. It was not nearly as satisfying as normal. It wouldn’t be, not without Jaejoong. He did not have a text message from Jaejoong, but he knew he wouldn’t. Jaejoong did not text him after nine. Yunho could not keep his phone on silent during the night, on call most nights to talk to clients for whatever reason. It was his own fault for representing actors and idols, groups of people that had the craziest schedules.
Six a.m.
Two and a half hours before he could wake Jaejoong up. He did not have time to jerk off. He groaned and sat up, staggering a little to the bathroom to start his morning. He noted right away that the bottles on Jaejoong’s vanity had been moved into some sort of order. He had no idea what order, but they were all standing up straight, none were knocked over, and the flatiron he used on his hair had the cord wrapped around it and was placed against the wall. He smiled. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better.
He splashed water on his face to wake himself up a bit and then went back to his room for his running clothes. His cock was still stubbornly hard, but after a few minutes of running, it finally went down.
Yunho paced himself. His chaotic energy and thoughs urged him to go faster, but he knew better than that. After his run, he took a shower and then went to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.
The note from the flowers had been flipped over and Jaejoong’s handwriting, a little messy, said, Thank you so much Daddy. You’re so perfect! <3 <3 <3 <3 There was another note telling him about his lunch in the fridge, and Yunho smiled in surprise. Jaejoong did not always bring home food from his restaurant.
He organized everything he needed for the day, and then went back to the room to dress in a suit and tie. At exactly 8:26, he walked into Jaejoong’s bedroom.
His beautiful baby was asleep on his side, one arm curled around a pillow. JiJi was sitting near the end of the bed.
Yunho picked up the cat and brought him closer to Jaejoong’s face, and then kneeled next to the bed. His touch to Jaejoong’s cheek was soft, his fingers delicate down his neck and over his shoulder.
Jaejoong shifted and his face scrunched up.
Yunho kept touching him and then ducked forward to kiss his lips. “Baby Boo,” he whispered. “Baby Boo, wake up.”
He pressed his fingers a little firmer and Jaejoong sighed, body going taut for a moment and then relaxing. His eyelids fluttered and he said, “Five more minutes.”
Yunho chuckled. “I’ll be late if you wait five more minutes. Come on, wake up.”
Jaejoong pouted, throwing an arm over his face.
“Now, I can’t kiss you, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong moved his arm and peered at him. “Yunho?”
Yunho smiled. “It’s eight-thirty. I told you I’d wake you up, remember?”
Jaejoong sighed again.
Yunho moved his arm and peppered his face in kisses until Jaejoong was smiling, and his hand was resting on Yunho’s shoulder.
“Come on, get up. I have to leave.”
Jaejoong pouted and tugged at his tie. “Thank you for waking me up, Daddy. Much better than my alarm.”
“You’re welcome, Baby. Thank you for making me dinner and bringing me lunch.”
“Thank you for the flowers.”
Their lips touched again, and Yunho fought the urge to crawl back into bed with him. It was so tempting.
Jaejoong finally pulled away and sat up, yawning and running a hand over his hair. He looked amazing, all sleep rumpled, and the skin around his nipples was a pretty shade of purple.
Yunho caved and leaned forward to lick at one.
Jaejoong moaned and pushed him away. “Daddy, don’t tease me. Yesterday was so hard obeying your rule.”
Yunho smiled at him. “I bet it was. My day was really hard too because you’re so sexy.”
“I can stop sending ...” He flushed.
Yunho shook his head. “Don’t you dare. I love sexy pictures of you. I jerked off three times yesterday.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Not fair.”
“Come Saturday, you’ll be glad you waited. I can bring you so much more pleasure than your own hand.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Yunho pressed one more kiss to his lips and said, “I really have to go.”
Jaejoong’s hand lingered on his hip for a moment. He was almost by the door when Jaejoong said, “Daddy, why were the boxers different last night?”
Yunho grinned over his shoulder. “Those are the ones I was wearing yesterday. I thought you might like that.”
Jaejoong moaned, falling to his back, feet still on the floor. “I like that a lot, Daddy.”
“Don’t go back to sleep,” Yunho said, “and have a good day.”
“You too, Daddy.”
Yunho headed toward the door. He had everything in his hands ready to leave when a very naked Jaejoong was there a moment later, arms around Yunho’s waist, lips against his.
“Thank you for everything, Daddy. Thank you so much.”
Yunho leaned his head against Jaejoong’s. “You’re welcome, Baby Boo. Let me go. I’m going to be late.”
Jaejoong did reluctantly and straightened his collar and tie. “Daddy is so sexy in his suits.”
Yunho smiled. “And you’re so sexy completely naked. Have a good day.”
Jaejoong nodded and stepped away, turning around to head back down the hallway. Yunho waited until was out of sight before he stumbled out the door. Walking was so difficult with a raging erection.
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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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".
Part 5:
A/N: Just so we're clear on ages and stuff. In this fic, both Yunho and Jaejoong are 32 years old.
Jaejoong huffed at the ceiling. He did not want to get out of bed and only partially because his entire body ached in the way that let him know that his weekend of sex had not been a dream.
Yunho had not been a dream.
Moaning, Jaejoong rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. Just thinking about Yunho’s hands on his body, his cock in his ass, his lips against his, had his dick throbbing for a release.
But he had an order.
He wasn’t allowed to masturbate.
Pouting, he rolled onto his back and glared at the bulge in Yunho’s boxers. Today was going to be disastrous.
Enough daylight bled through his light-canceling shades for him to know that he really needed to get up, but it was the flashing of his phone that made him move.
A text message. From Daddy
Jaejoong moaned. Yunho had changed his contact name already. Fuck.
He was shaking a little as he read the three messages.
Are you up, Baby Boo? You need to get up and go to work.
You’re going to be late. Get up.
That’s an order if you could not tell.
Luckily, Yunho had sent them while he’d been brooding, so only a couple minutes ago.
He sent back: I’m up, Daddy. I’m up.
And then because he was feeling particularly vindictive, he took a picture of his body, pushing the boxers down to show off his hipbone a little and making sure the bulge of his cock was definitely showing. He added: See? I’m up. to the picture.
Sexy, but that doesn’t count. You’re still in bed. If you don’t get up now, you’re not going to have time to exercise.
Jaejoong pouted at the phone. Let me masturbate.
No. Go workout.
Jaejoong huffed. He took another picture, this one of his face, hair all mussed up, collarbones on display, and more importantly the hicky at the base of his neck on display. He pouted his best pout and sent the picture.
It’s only day one and you’re already begging to break my rules? I was expecting this on Thursday or Friday.
The disappointment was thick, even through the text message. And Jaejoong huffed again. Daddy was right. He shouldn’t be trying to break the rules. He pushed up and got out of bed, wobbly a little on his sore legs. Yunho had been holding his ankles up by his head and fucking into him that way for a long time last night.
He shivered a little and headed to his closet.
Reluctantly, he agreed that Yunho was right. His closet was much neater, and it was definitely easier to find the clothes he wanted. He slipped the shorts off, folded them nicely and put them on his table. With a smirk, he took a picture of the shorts, making sure that his naked body was halfway reflected in the mirror. He sent it to Yunho.
Fuck, Baby Boo. I’m going to spend my lunch break with my hand on my cock.
Jaejoong pouted. Not fair, Daddy.
Then stop sending me sexy pictures.
Jaejoong sighed, and knew he wouldn’t. He was just going to have to get used to being aroused, all fucking day long.
But Yunho was right. It was near nine-thirty. He was not going to have time to workout. He was going to have to get up earlier on some days if he wanted to make his Daddy’s life easier. He went to the kitchen and slipped on an apron. He only had three of them. If Daddy wanted him to wear just aprons around the house, he was going to need more. Maybe he’d stop by a shop later on in the week.
He had just enough time to whip up some kimchi jigae, making sure it wasn’t too spicy. Yunho didn’t mind spice, but he’d prefer not to have it. There was enough for a couple days of dinner, but Jaejoong did not want Yunho just to eat kimchi jigae every night for dinner. He’d make something different tomorrow. He portioned out the food, complete with rice, and put them into containers. On top of each container, he added a notecard with instructions on what to do to heat it up. Yunho was not a good cook, and Jaejoong knew he ate out most nights. He put them into the fridge.
And yep, it was after ten. Jaejoong had just enough time to shower and get dressed. He was going to have to get up an hour earlier if he wanted to workout.
As a last minute idea, he removed one of the containers from the fridge and sat it on the counter. He angled his phone so his bare hip was the background for the food and took a picture.
He sent it to Yunho: I made you dinner! It’s in the fridge.
Too bad I won’t be able to enjoy my favorite dessert after dinner.
How are your nipples? Too sore?
Definitely sore, but not too bad. And just because Daddy said he couldn’t jerk off, Jaejoong sent him a picture of his nipples, making sure to squeeze one with his fingertips.
Gorgeous.
Hey, if you made me dinner, does that mean you didn’t workout like I told you to?
Jaejoong bit his lip. Well, fuck. How to get out of this one? He pondered his answer while putting the apron away and going toward the bathroom to shower. I’m trying to make Daddy’s life easier and better. I’ll get up earlier tomorrow so I have time to workout.
Baby Boo, you need the sleep.
I know, but Daddy! You can’t eat out all the time! And I like to cook.
You could lift the ban on me getting into your kitchen and I can cook my own food.
NO! No way. Not happening. You almost burned down my kitchen making ramen! Instant ramen! I will cook every meal for you before I let that happen again.
Okay, Boo. Okay. :)
How about this? How about I wake you up before I leave for work? I usually leave at about 8:30.
Jaejoong frowned. He’d be missing out on an hour of sleep, but for Daddy, it was worth it. You’re going to wake me up? With kisses?
Always with kisses.
That sounds like a great plan.
Good, starting tomorrow. Now, you’re going to be late!
Jaejoong smiled widely and had I love you, Daddy half written out before hastily erasing it and only sending back a few hearts. He wasn’t about to say that for the first time, through a text message.
He rushed through his morning routine, pausing only a few times to send teasing pictures of his skin and body to Yunho.
He decided to dress in a pair of dark jeans, tight on his body, with a looser sweater over the top of them. And then he remembered he had a hicky on his neck. He did not mind while he was in the kitchen cooking, but he spent lunch wandering the tables and taking orders. His customers did not need to see that, so instead, he wore a button down, a crop jacket, and a scarf. A little fancier than normal, but he added cowboy boots to counter it.
He was halfway out of the door when he remembered that he’d thrown the sweater on the floor, and he moaned, turned around and went back to his closet to pick it up.
Jaejoong hated Mondays with a passion. But that Monday, he had a smile on his face that wouldn’t go away and most of his customers commented on it. A few of the more regular customers asked him if he’d spent his weekend getting laid.
Jaejoong could only smile wider and blush, making most of them chuckle.
At two, when Yoochun arrived to talk about the evening menu, he leaned against Jaejoong’s office door with an eyebrow raised.
“What?” Jaejoong asked, not looking up from the list of meats he currently had in his kitchen.
“I didn’t get a single text from you this weekend. Not a single one, asking how the restaurant was, asking about the food, issues with employees.”
“Fuck you, I was busy.”
“Busy with Daddy.”
Jaejoong moaned and plopped his head on the menu. “Fuck off. Yes. Shit. Yoochun.”
Yoochun laughed and shut the door. It wasn’t uncommon for them to do that while planning the menu. He sat Jaejoong’s triple vanilla latte on the desk and demanded, “Details, Kim Jaejoong. Details. Now.”
Jaejoong sighed. “Fuck, Yunho is fucking gorgeous.” And Jaejoong gushed, about everything, because Yoochun had been his best friend since college. He even told him about almost saying “I love you” to him in a text message.
“You do not want to say that the first time through a text,” Yoochun said and nodded.
“I know, but it’s ... it’s only been two days.”
“Technically, it’s been four years.”
“Technically, it’s been two days.”
“Agree to disagree, “Yoochun said. “Sounds like you’ve had lots of fun. Is it what you need?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, hands laced behind his head. “So far? Yes.”
Yoochun grabbed the paper from him and mulled it over before saying, “An earthy, honey almond sauce would work better on the chicken, especially if you’re pairing it with our fresh garlic and green beans.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
“I have an idea for you,” Yoochun said, scribbling in the change and then adding a seafood pasta dish for variety. “You didn’t like the spanking?”
“Not really, it was ... Daddy was so disappointed.”
“So do it on purpose.”
“What?”
“Purposely break his rule about the clothes, and then when he spanks you, you know it’s coming. He won’t necessarily know that you did it on purpose, but it will help you both get used to the idea of a punishment, but on your own terms.”
“You are a sexual genius, Park Yoochun.”
“I know.”
“How is your little sex toy, anyway?”
“Don’t let Changminnie hear you call him little. He’s taller than you. And stronger.”
“Still just a baby, Yoochun-ah.”
“He’s not that young.”
“You’re thirty-one. That kid is twenty-three. That’s pretty young.”
“Young and eager and so very sexy. We’re moving in together.”
“What?” Jaejoong sat up straight and stared. “When did you decide that?”
“This weekend.”
“You found some balls, good job.”
“Fuck off. It’s your fault. I figured if you were able to tell Yunho about the Daddy kink, I could confess my undying love and ask him to move in with me. He practically lives with me anyway. I should have asked him sooner, but he is still determined to make up with his parents.”
Jaejoong frowned. “This isn’t going to help that. HIs father is going to be incredibly angry.”
“Yeah, but he’d rather be happy with me than miserable at home.”
“I agree, but happy with you?” Jaejoong snorted. “You’re such a slutty, cradle robber.”
“In my defense, he did not tell me he was only eighteen five years ago.”
“In your defense, you always think with your cock before your brain.”
Yoochun laughed. “I know. Awesome, isn’t it?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Cradle robber.”
“What happened to slutty?” Yoochun leaned over and tugged the scarf down, barring the hicky. “How many times did you two fuck this weekend?”
Jaejoong growled and put his head back on the table. “Not enough. Fuck. I’m so fucking horny, Yoochun. I’m going to fuck up dinner.”
“Well, I’ll lock the door and leave you alone for a few minutes.” He winked.
Jaejoong pouted. “I’m not allowed to masturbate.”
Yoochun stared at him for a moment and then laughed. “Oh, god, seriously?”
Jaejoong glared at him while he laughed. “Fuck you.”
“Just do it anyway. Yunho won’t know.”
“But I’d know. I can’t break his rules already.”
“No, I guess not. Come on. Let’s get up and get stuff ready. We need to have prep done by three.”
Jaejoong waved him away. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll get into my chef’s whites.”
Yoochun winked at him and shut the door. Jaejoong noted that it was locked. It was so tempting to pull out his dick and stroke off. It would only take a few minutes, he was ready to burst. Instead, he pulled his dick from his pants and took a picture of himself. He was careful to make sure he sent it to Yunho and not to anyone else by accident.
He received a reply almost instantly. KIM JAEJOONG I AM IN A MEETING
Jaejoong laughed, and took another one, pressing his thumb to the tip and making sure the bit of precome gleamed in the light. I’m about to go start dinner prep. I’m very lucky my chef’s whites will cover the fact that I’m going to be hard all night long. Hard for Daddy’s cock. I can almost feel it inside me, stretching me open. Want Daddy’s big dick. He had to stop there before he really did stroke himself off.
KIM JAEJOONG!
Jaejoong sent back more hearts and got up to get ready for the night. They were a little busier than normal, and Yoochun blamed it on the menu. It was a good one, and he said he heard more than one customer call a friend to tell them to come for dinner. It made Jaejoong really happy, and he even went out to a few tables to accept some praises. He made sure his chef’s whites were done up all the way, just barely hiding the hicky on his neck.
He stayed in the kitchen a little longer than normal, not stopping his cooking duties until after ten. With closing time winding closer, he went to hit the books and cash out receipts and check inventory.
His phone was flashing with a message. It was from Yunho, sent about an hour before. And he clicked it open, moaning and gripping the desk to keep upright.
A picture of Yunho. Full body. Chest to feet. His hard cock was in his hand, and his release was all over his stomach in spattered puddles of white, a thicker dollop curling over his fingers.
Dinner was excellent, Baby Boo. Thank you so much. You’re so good to me.
Good night. 8:30. Don’t set your alarm. I’ll be your alarm from now on. Sweet dreams, my pretty Boo.
Jaejoong moaned. “Fuck.”
“You need some alone time?” Yoochun asked from the door.
Jaejoong flipped him off. He wanted to send a text back, but Yunho had to have his phone on during the night for client calls. Jaejoong did not want to bother him unnecessarily.
The rest of the night dragged, and Jaejoong grew distracted. It took a long time to do paperwork, and an even longer time to make sure everything was clean and closed down and ready for his prep cooks to get there at nine in the morning. He portioned out some of the seafood pasta for Yunho’s lunch tomorrow and finally walked out of the restaurant at 11:30. He did not get home until almost midnight.
God, he hoped he slept. He’d been wound up like a tightrope all day and with no way to release it, he figured he was in for a long, sleepless night. The light above the kitchen sink was on, giving him just enough light to make his way there. Yunho always left one or two lights on for him. Being midnight, Yunho had probably been sleeping for at least two hours.
Jaejoong sighed, but he wasn’t too upset. He was used to not seeing Yunho all week. Although now the pining was worse.
But he was not used to coming into the kitchen and being presented with a giant bouquet of red and yellow flowers. He smiled, cutting off an excited noise.
A note leaned against the vase: To my Baby Boo - Flowers pale in comparison to your beauty, but I figured you’d like them more than a giant picture of yourself. See you in the morning - <3 Daddy
Jaejoong moaned and curled up against the counter, flushed cheek pressed against the cool granite. His emotions ran too hard and tumbled too fast through him. This is what he needed. What he wanted. What he craved. Being adored. Being wanted. Being told how beautiful he was. And without even telling him that, Yunho knew. He knew just what Jaejoong needed. Yunho was a perfect Daddy. So far. He doubted that was going to change.
Smiling like a lunatic, Jaejoong put the pasta in the fridge with a note on the counter for Yunho to take it in his lunch tomorrow. He practically floated to the bathroom, went through his nightly rituals, and attempted to organize the bottles on his counter while the face mask did its thing on his skin. It was a lost cause. Maybe he needed a shelf or two. Or seven.
He’d figure something out.
Thinking about Yoochun’s idea, Jaejoong undressed and put his clothes in their proper place. Knowing he was going to get a spanking was definitely different than not knowing. And like Yoochun said, Daddy didn’t need to know he was doing it on purpose. Maybe on Friday, start his Saturday with a sore ass. He sort of liked that idea.
And he completely loved slipping into Yunho’s boxers to wear to bed. These were a different pair than the night before, a dark green pair of slightly looser boxerbriefs. Jaejoong made a mental note to ask Yunho about it.
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Yunho woke up on Tuesday morning with a raging erection. Raging. He’d been dreaming of Jaejoong’s lips around his cock, his ass shoving back onto him, his fingernails digging into his skin.
“Fuck,” Yunho growled and rolled over, rubbing against the blanket for a moment. His alarm clock suddenly blared, and Yunho reached over and slammed it off.
Six a.m. Already.
It’d taken awhile to sleep, even after jerking off. It was not nearly as satisfying as normal. It wouldn’t be, not without Jaejoong. He did not have a text message from Jaejoong, but he knew he wouldn’t. Jaejoong did not text him after nine. Yunho could not keep his phone on silent during the night, on call most nights to talk to clients for whatever reason. It was his own fault for representing actors and idols, groups of people that had the craziest schedules.
Six a.m.
Two and a half hours before he could wake Jaejoong up. He did not have time to jerk off. He groaned and sat up, staggering a little to the bathroom to start his morning. He noted right away that the bottles on Jaejoong’s vanity had been moved into some sort of order. He had no idea what order, but they were all standing up straight, none were knocked over, and the flatiron he used on his hair had the cord wrapped around it and was placed against the wall. He smiled. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better.
He splashed water on his face to wake himself up a bit and then went back to his room for his running clothes. His cock was still stubbornly hard, but after a few minutes of running, it finally went down.
Yunho paced himself. His chaotic energy and thoughs urged him to go faster, but he knew better than that. After his run, he took a shower and then went to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.
The note from the flowers had been flipped over and Jaejoong’s handwriting, a little messy, said, Thank you so much Daddy. You’re so perfect! <3 <3 <3 <3 There was another note telling him about his lunch in the fridge, and Yunho smiled in surprise. Jaejoong did not always bring home food from his restaurant.
He organized everything he needed for the day, and then went back to the room to dress in a suit and tie. At exactly 8:26, he walked into Jaejoong’s bedroom.
His beautiful baby was asleep on his side, one arm curled around a pillow. JiJi was sitting near the end of the bed.
Yunho picked up the cat and brought him closer to Jaejoong’s face, and then kneeled next to the bed. His touch to Jaejoong’s cheek was soft, his fingers delicate down his neck and over his shoulder.
Jaejoong shifted and his face scrunched up.
Yunho kept touching him and then ducked forward to kiss his lips. “Baby Boo,” he whispered. “Baby Boo, wake up.”
He pressed his fingers a little firmer and Jaejoong sighed, body going taut for a moment and then relaxing. His eyelids fluttered and he said, “Five more minutes.”
Yunho chuckled. “I’ll be late if you wait five more minutes. Come on, wake up.”
Jaejoong pouted, throwing an arm over his face.
“Now, I can’t kiss you, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong moved his arm and peered at him. “Yunho?”
Yunho smiled. “It’s eight-thirty. I told you I’d wake you up, remember?”
Jaejoong sighed again.
Yunho moved his arm and peppered his face in kisses until Jaejoong was smiling, and his hand was resting on Yunho’s shoulder.
“Come on, get up. I have to leave.”
Jaejoong pouted and tugged at his tie. “Thank you for waking me up, Daddy. Much better than my alarm.”
“You’re welcome, Baby. Thank you for making me dinner and bringing me lunch.”
“Thank you for the flowers.”
Their lips touched again, and Yunho fought the urge to crawl back into bed with him. It was so tempting.
Jaejoong finally pulled away and sat up, yawning and running a hand over his hair. He looked amazing, all sleep rumpled, and the skin around his nipples was a pretty shade of purple.
Yunho caved and leaned forward to lick at one.
Jaejoong moaned and pushed him away. “Daddy, don’t tease me. Yesterday was so hard obeying your rule.”
Yunho smiled at him. “I bet it was. My day was really hard too because you’re so sexy.”
“I can stop sending ...” He flushed.
Yunho shook his head. “Don’t you dare. I love sexy pictures of you. I jerked off three times yesterday.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Not fair.”
“Come Saturday, you’ll be glad you waited. I can bring you so much more pleasure than your own hand.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Yunho pressed one more kiss to his lips and said, “I really have to go.”
Jaejoong’s hand lingered on his hip for a moment. He was almost by the door when Jaejoong said, “Daddy, why were the boxers different last night?”
Yunho grinned over his shoulder. “Those are the ones I was wearing yesterday. I thought you might like that.”
Jaejoong moaned, falling to his back, feet still on the floor. “I like that a lot, Daddy.”
“Don’t go back to sleep,” Yunho said, “and have a good day.”
“You too, Daddy.”
Yunho headed toward the door. He had everything in his hands ready to leave when a very naked Jaejoong was there a moment later, arms around Yunho’s waist, lips against his.
“Thank you for everything, Daddy. Thank you so much.”
Yunho leaned his head against Jaejoong’s. “You’re welcome, Baby Boo. Let me go. I’m going to be late.”
Jaejoong did reluctantly and straightened his collar and tie. “Daddy is so sexy in his suits.”
Yunho smiled. “And you’re so sexy completely naked. Have a good day.”
Jaejoong nodded and stepped away, turning around to head back down the hallway. Yunho waited until was out of sight before he stumbled out the door. Walking was so difficult with a raging erection.
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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