Daddy's Baby Boo 9/?
Title: Daddy's Baby Boo 9/?
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 9:
They entered the bathroom, and Jaejoong thought maybe another bath was in order. Daddy let him go, almost reluctantly, and not without a kiss to his forehead. It made Jaejoong smile.
“Hands on the counter, baby. Lean forward.”
He had to open his eyes and then shut them at the debauched and well-fucked vision of himself in the mirror. Daddy pulled the toy out of him, and then used a warm washcloth to clean up the come all over his thighs, between his legs to wipe over his cock, and through his cleft. Up and down, wiping with the cloth and then with his fingers.
He hummed. “Such a mess.”
“Love Daddy’s messes,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho chuckled. “And I love making them.” The washcloth was rinsed off as much as possible hung up on a towel rack with other other towels that needed to be washed, and then Daddy’s hands were on his skin, fingers dancing up and down his tattoos, soft brushes against the curve of his ass.
“How did I get so lucky?” Daddy whispered.
Jaejoong smiled at him through the mirror. “I’ve been asking myself that for a whole week.”
“Even without the Daddy thing, I’d have been so happy with you.”
Jaejoong frowned. “Daddy thing?”
“Hey,” Yunho said and smacked his ass. “I did not mean that negatively. I love being your Daddy. Never, ever doubt that, Baby Boo.” He spanked him again for good measure.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut with pure bliss, because his ass stung, tingling up his spine. It’d been so long since he’d had someone to give him so much pleasure.
“I want to parade you around in front of all your ex-boyfriends and show them how stupid they were for letting you go.”
“Most of my exes are exes because I ditched them. It’s been hard to date the last few years when I’ve compared every man to you. No one measures up.” Jaejoong smirked in the mirror again and rubbed his ass on Daddy’s crotch. “No one.”
Daddy moaned and curled his hand around Jaejoong’s waist. Lips touched his back. “Come on, baby. Let’s go curl up together and take a nap.”
Sighing, Jaejoong leaned against him. “You make me so happy, Daddy.”
“You, too. I love you.”
“I love you.”
Daddy pulled away and held out his hand. Unable to contain his smile, Jaejoong took his hand and they walked together into Yunho’s bedroom.
“Lay on your stomach, Boo. Relax, give me fifteen seconds.” He kissed his cheek and went back the way he came.
Just to be a snot, Jaejoong counted loudly while he climbed into the bed. Daddy was back in eleven seconds. He had Jaejoong’s lilac body lotion in his hand. Jaejoong’s smile went wider and he sagged into Daddy’s soft pillows. Daddy straddled his back and then put the lotion on his hands first before pressing them to Jaejoong’s back. The massage was soft, more of a touch. Fingers trailed over the looping curves of his tattoo, pausing for firm moments at the bursts of flowers on his lower back. His shoulders were full of music notes, each one getting attention from Daddy’s hands. His palm pressed against the cupcake on his right shoulder blade.
“Make cupcakes tomorrow,” Daddy said.
“Is that an order?”
“When it comes to cupcakes, it’s always an order.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, Daddy. What kind?”
“Chocolate.”
“Strawberry frosting?”
“You know me so well.”
“That’s because you’re my best friend.”
“Don’t let Yoochun hear you say that.”
“Yoochun lost his best friend status when he ditched me at a bar, fending off a group of overeager businessmen, to go fuck his boyfriend in the bathroom.”
“You’ll never let that one go, huh?”
“Nope. Same with you almost burning down my kitchen.”
“You’re very forgiving, baby, such a good friend.”
Jaejoong snorted at the overly sweet tone.
Chuckling, Yunho moved his massage lower, over Jaejoong’s waist, the touches going light again. “I need to stop touching you or we won’t be sleeping in a few minutes.”
Jaejoong smiled. He turned his head to look up at his Daddy and said, “Love your cock, but you relaxed me a lot. Let’s sleep.”
Daddy nodded. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Kisses.”
“Before the nap?”
“Yes. Now.”
“Okay.” Daddy climbed off the bed, turned off his light, and shut the blinds on his window, sinking them into a dim enclosure where only the two of them existed. Much like the entire week had been. Just him and Daddy.
“You look so happy, my beautiful Boo.”
Jaejoong nodded and scooted close for a kiss that Daddy willingly gave him. “So happy, Daddy. So very happy.”
“Good.”
Jaejoong twisted and shifted closer, entwining their legs and wrapping his arms around Daddy’s middle. It wasn’t going to be comfortable for long, but for right now, it was perfect.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, Baby Boo.”
---
Yunho woke up alone. He frowned, noting that it was early afternoon. Which was good, but his baby was not in bed with him, which was bad. He lay there for a moment, smiling to himself.
How did he ever think that just living with Jaejoong and being his friend was good enough? It had been delusional. Jaejoong was the most supportive, most sincere, most beautiful soul he had ever met. Three years of pining. Three entire years. Well, more like four. His first fantasy about Jaejoong’s lips on his cock had been the night after Yoochun had introduced them.
He was eternally grateful that Jaejoong had allowed him to move into his home. Yunho hadn’t had any problems still living with his parents and working with his father until Yunho came out of the closet. That had been a hard decision, but again, it’d been all Jaejoong’s fault. He saw how free and easy Jaejoong led his life, not having to hide who he really was. Add the notoriously sweet Yoochun and Changmin couple, and it was only a matter of courage before Yunho came out. He had been hiding for half of his life. He knew he was gay when he was a young teenager, and he had vowed to hide it until his parents passed away. He did not want to disappoint them. But then came Jaejoong.
The first few months afterward had been rough. Yunho had risked his job, and the other lawyers in his father’s firm had shuffled the most ridiculous cases at him. He had still been new then. So he did what any self-motivated lawyer would do and found his own cases. He wasn’t a partner in his father’s firm, his father was still way too angry at him for that, but he was a good lawyer and had increased the firm’s reputation. His was one of the most popular lawyers that defended idols who were fighting unfair contracts.
His stomach grumbled, and Yunho sighed and sat up. Now to find his lover. He wasn’t in the bathroom or in his bedroom.
But ... on his bedroom floor, right smack in the middle, was a shirt. A white button down shirt that Jaejoong probably hadn’t even worn.
Yunho leaned against the doorjamb and thought about that. And about Jaejoong’s punishment earlier. Had he tossed his clothes all over the closet on purpose? Why would he do it on purpose? And what would Yunho do now that he knew that Jaejoong was doing this on purpose?
Well, the answer to that was easy. Spank him, extra hard, for breaking rules on purpose.
His pretty lover was in the kitchen. He was wearing the light blue lolita apron. The white cords of his headphones went from his ears to the pocket in the front. And he was dancing. Little swaying motions. Classical music, nothing with lyrics. Jaejoong loved to sing. Yunho figured he chose classical music to keep from waking Yunho up.
As beautiful as he was, there was the issue of his baby’s deception to take care of.
Yunho stalked into the kitchen, trying to glower, but probably failing. Jaejoong saw him coming and smiled.
Yunho shook his head. “Baby Boo.”
“Yes, Daddy?” he said, all smiles and innocence. Such devious innocence.
Yunho pointed at the island. “Lean against that, hands on the edge.”
Confused, Jaejoong did as he was told. Yunho removed the phone from his pocket and took the headphones out of the jack. Classical music played through the kitchen. Yunho shoved the apron to the side. Jaejoong dick was half hard, going completely erect after only a few strokes.
“Daddy.”
“No,” Yunho said. “Be quiet.”
He glanced up, saw the lustful gleam in his baby’s eyes, and kept doing as planned, wrapping his baby’s cock up with the cords, around the base, around his balls, up to the tip. His baby moaned.
“Now. Turn around.”
Jaejoong did eagerly and leaned over the island when Yunho pushed on his neck. Yunho went to the utensils container on the counter and took out a wooden spoon.
His baby made an eager noise.
“Don’t be so excited,” Yunho said. “This is supposed to be a punishment.” He ended that last word with a smart smack on his bottom, leaving a round imprint from the spoon.
Jaejoong yelped. Before he could say anything or do anything else, Yunho spanked him with it again. His ass was still bright red from that morning, even with a darker shade near the curve of his ass. Yunho fought the urge to restrain himself. He probably should have, but obviously his baby wanted this, so he kept going, smacking his ass, and the back of his thighs. One misjudged smack hit his swollen balls where they hung between his legs, and Jaejoong’s cry was almost heavenly.
Yunho’s cock was so hard.
“Is there lube in your pocket?”
Jaejoong nodded, harsh breaths echoing through the kitchen.
“So presumptuous, my love, but tell me, there was a shirt on the floor of your bedroom, a shirt I know you have not worn today. Why did you purposely break my rule?”
Jaejoong moaned. His knees were shaking with the effort to hold himself up.
“A spanking is not enough of a punishment, darling?”
Yunho did not expect an answer and did not get one. Smirking, he said, “Well, then I guess I am just going to have to make up a new one. Come.”
He tugged on Jaejoong’s hair, leading him just to the other side of the kitchen, toward the balcony door. He pointed to the floor.
“Sit.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong whispered and sat, right on his sore ass, whimpering at the pressure on his ass.
Yunho twisted Jaejoong the floor, pulling a soft moan from him, so he was facing the small section of wall, and then he untied the apron and used it to bind Jaejoong’s hands behind his back.
“Sit there and think about what you did.”
Jaejoong lifted his head, face confused.
Yunho smiled. “You’re in trouble. So you’re in time out.”
“Daddy!”
He shook his head and put a finger to his lips. “Time out. Don’t talk. Don’t move.”
“For how long?”
“Until you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry now.”
“No, you’re not. You’re reveling in the pain in your ass. Now shush. Be good.”
Jaejoong pouted and then sighed when Yunho did not budge. “Yes, Daddy.”
Yunho went to the table.
Jaejoong had set out some vegetables and one of those weird spicy dipping sauces that Yunho could only dream of replicating. A half-made sandwich sat on the counter, but the rest of the ingredients were there. Yunho finished it, layering meat and cheese on top of the vegetables. He went back to the table and sat down to eat.
A loud huff came from his lover.
Yunho smiled. He took a picture of Jaejoong with his phone and sent it to Yoochun.
This is all your fault, isn’t it?
Ha ha ha ha! What did I do?
You told him to break my rules on purpose. He’s too good of a baby to ever do that on his own.
Hahahahahahahaha Maybe. Pretty ass. Is that a spoon mark?
My Baby Boo uses very sturdy wooden spoons in the kitchen.
Thanks for the idea. Stop texting me now. I think Jaejoong bought me those same spoons a long time ago.
Yunho chuckled.
He finished the sandwich and then went to the fridge for a beer. He left the kitchen, ignoring the very deliberate huff. He sat on the couch, flipped on the TV, and watched a football game on TV. He kept his eye on the clock, not wanting his baby to be away from him for too long. Especially on their day. He wanted another really good orgasm. One that came after foreplay. Yunho finally felt in control of himself to actually worship his darling baby with his mouth and hands and then with his cock.
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Jaejoong stared at the wall, arms crossed. He glared at a small divot in the paint. Had Yunho knocked a chair into the wall? Probably. He probably figured that Jaejoong wouldn’t notice. Well, he hadn’t. Not until now. Being sat in the corner like a child.
He huffed again.
Because he had control of this. He knew he did. He could get up, tell Yunho that he did not like that, and he wouldn’t do it again. But really, he loved Yunho because he was smart. He should not have so blatantly broken the rules.
But, shifting his body, ass against the tile, it’d been worth it. God that spoon. He knew it’d feel delicious against his skin. Even if Daddy did go buy a wooden paddle, that spoon was going to be his favorite. Such a sharp sting of pain, a slow burn on his skin. He hoped he bruised. It felt like it. God, his ass was on fire.
He’d much rather have Daddy’s warm hands on his ass right now than this hard, unforgiving tile.
Jaejoong sighed. He wasn’t allowed to talk, but how could he tell Daddy that he was sorry, that he wouldn’t break the rules on purpose anymore, that when he needed a spanking, that he’d ask for one? Honestly, this was worse than the spanking. Jaejoong did not like being ignored. Especially on their day. He should be with his Daddy.
The cords on his cock started to dig into his swollen length, pressing uncomfortably around his balls. He was so horny. He’d probably be riding Daddy’s cock right now if he hadn’t broke the rules.
So, fine. Daddy was right. Could he please get up now and sit with Daddy?
Stupid Yoochun. It was all his fault.
Jaejoong glared at the wall. At the small blemish. The little tiny mark in the green paint. Stupid wall.
He really hoped Daddy wasn’t too upset. Daddy liked spanking him, so why was he being punished? It was a horrible rule anyway. Jaejoong was sure to break it in the future. But the spanking obviously was not effective. God, Jaejoong loved Daddy’s hand on his ass.
This was effective.
Jaejoong huffed. Stupid wall.
---
After thirty minutes, Yunho went back into the kitchen for another beer. His baby had not moved, but his back had straightened when Yunho walked in, and his fingers dug into his thighs in anticipation.
Yunho smiled. He took out another bottle and moved toward Jaejoong, his baby going a bit stiffer with each step.
He pressed the bottle to Jaejoong’s neck, earning a quick yelp and Jaejoong jerking to the side.
Laughing, Yunho touched his head, tangling his hands in Jaejoong’s soft hair. “Are you sorry for breaking the rules?” He tugged, forcing Jaejoong’s head up.
Jaejoong nodded, eyes tight from the pull. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“There’s a mark in the wall. Did you hit it with a chair and not tell me?”
Yunho bit his lower lip. Well, fuck. “I meant about the rules.”
Laughter shone in Jaejoong’s eyes, but he said, “I like it when you spank me. That can’t be a punishment anymore. I love your hand. Firm and sharp, and that spoon leaves the best sexy burns on my skin.”
Yunho moaned, feeling his cock throb in his shorts. “And?”
“I won’t purposely break your rules anymore. I don’t like being left alone,” Jaejoong said and pouted.
“I know you don’t. So this is your punishment for breaking rules? A half hour of time out?”
Jaejoong pouted. “Fine. Can you fuck me now, please?”
Yunho laughed and said, “No. I’m watching a game. Come with me.” He untied his arms and removed the apron, tossing it over the back of a chair, and then he pulled on his lover’s hair, leading him into the living room. Yunho sat on the couch and said, “Lay over my lap.” He pulled a few throw pillows near his thigh to give Jaejoong something to rest against. Jaejoong ended up with his chest over Yunho’s lap, his knees slightly bent with his feet curled on the arm of the couch and his arms wrapped around the pillows. Yunho ran one hand up and over the tattooed skin of his back, but kept his eyes on the game. He drank his beer, resting the cold glass against Jaejoong’s shoulder or ass in between sips. His skin jerked with each press, flushing and pebbling at the cold.
“Daddy,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Yes, baby.”
“The ... cords.” He shifted his hips. “They hurt. Digging into me.”
Yunho frowned and patted his bottom. “Is this a ploy to allow you to come?”
“No, Daddy. Promise. I won’t come if you take them off.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Daddy. They just hurt too much, lying like this, and I like laying like this.”
“Roll over, then.”
Jaejoong shifted until he was on his back, head pillowed on Yunho’s thigh. Yunho noted right away, that Jaejoong’s cock was swollen. It probably hurt. He went to his nipples first, squeezing each one roughly.
Jaejoong moaned, one hand reaching to his chest before he stopped and lifted his arm over Yunho’s, gripping a throw pillow instead. His ass lifted off the couch, body arching, feet pressed tight against the opposite arm of the couch.
“I think you’re going to come if I take them off.”
“I won’t. Please, Daddy, I won’t.”
Yunho trailed his fingers over Jaejoong’s lips, tugging at his lower one. “You better not, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong shook his head and kissed Yunho’s fingertips.
Yunho reached for his cock. It was swollen, but also leaking. If Jaejoong managed to keep from coming, it would be a miracle. He took his time, twisting the cords free, digging his finger into the seeping tip. He bit his lip against a smile, using it to concentrate on the cords. Jaejoong’s hips lifted up and down with each touch. Yunho pressed against his firm stomach, fingers tracing the tattooed lines.
‘Hold still, baby. You’re making this more difficult.”
Jaejoong whimpered, half a laugh, half a noise of impatience.
Yunho used one hand to grip his cock, up the shaft and used the other to start untying the cords. He stroked, smirking when Jaejoong gasped, his cock throbbing. With another twist of the cords, they came loose, and Yunho kept stroking.
“Daddy! Shit!”
It took just a firm grip on his balls, a squeeze and a pump, and Jaejoong was coming, spraying his release all up and down his stomach.
He whimpered in shame and pleasure. A sound that Yunho would do his best to get his pretty baby to repeat whenever he could.
Yunho tsked at him. “Baby.”
Jaejoong moaned, entire body flushing.
Yunho gripped his hip and pulled at him, and Jaejoong whimpered while he rolled back over. He was shaking as he lay back over Yunho’s lap. Yunho shifted his own hips, let Jaejoong feel against his chest just how hard his cock was, and then started spanking his already red ass, harsh slaps that had Jaejoong jerking forward, crying out and whimpering.
“Naughty boy for disobeying, so naughty.”
Jaejoong’s cries were accompanied by tears, but his hips were rocking against Yunho’s thigh. His body was absolutely thrumming. Yunho was positive he was going to come again.
But not without him.
Yunho stopped spanking him and yanked him up, pulled until jaejoong was straddling his waist, face pressed against his neck. He pushed the front of the shorts down, barring his cock and demanded, “Ride me. Baby. Ride me.”
Jaejoong whimpered, but his hands went to Yunho’s shoulders and Yunho held his cock up, slipping through his cleft before they both managed to hold still long enough for Jaejoong to sit, taking him deep and heavy. His fingers clutched tighter on Yunho’s shoulders and his hips lifted and rose.
Yunho moaned gripping his hips and finding his open mouth for a messy kiss. He was about ready to explode, and only managed to get a hand around Jaejoong’s cock before he did. And then it was just their voices, their pleasure, their souls and mouths and skin connecting. Jaejoong quivered, collapsing onto Yunho’s chest, sputtering his release between them. Yunho moved his mouth to Jaejoong’s neck, his hands to the heated skin of his ass, gripping tight. He used the grip to keep Jaejoong moving, rocking his hips at the angle as much as he could. Enough. The pulsing around his cock from Jaejoong’s pleasure had him coming and biting down on Jaejoong’s neck as he pumped his release into Jaejoong’s body.
He sagged onto the couch with a heavy breath, pulling Jaejoong close, cuddling him against his chest with a hand in his sweaty hair. His dirty hand, full of Jaejoong’s come.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped.
Jaejoong whimpered, still shaking, still rocking, sliding his body and dick through the mess on Yunho’s skin.
“I am not going to survive you,” Yunho gasped.
Jaejoong huffed. “Too bad, Daddy. You’ve ruined sex for me. No one else is going to be good enough. So you’re stuck with me.”
Yunho laughed. “Thank god.”
Jaejoong pushed up, rolling his shoulders. He straddled Yunho’s thighs and ran his hands down his body and through the mess on his chest. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked then clean. “Daddy tastes so good.”
Yunho groaned, cock twitching. More like jerking.
Jaejoong laughed.
Growling, Yunho shoved Jaejoong over to the couch, pressing him to the cushions, and then he lifted his ass. Bruised, sore, red, gaping. He spit on his entrance, slid two fingers into his ass, twisting them.
“You wanted a new couch anyway, right?” Yunho asked, and used a firm grip to thrust his cock back inside his baby.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then don’t hold back. Come as many times as you want.”
“Oh, god, thank you Daddy.”
Yunho had a moment of realization that Jaejoong may have already came seven times. He wasn’t sure. He’d lost count. But there was still tomorrow. All day tomorrow.
Part 10: Love and Orgasms
Part 8: All That Kink
Part 7: Hold Me When I Am Not Strong
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
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 9:
They entered the bathroom, and Jaejoong thought maybe another bath was in order. Daddy let him go, almost reluctantly, and not without a kiss to his forehead. It made Jaejoong smile.
“Hands on the counter, baby. Lean forward.”
He had to open his eyes and then shut them at the debauched and well-fucked vision of himself in the mirror. Daddy pulled the toy out of him, and then used a warm washcloth to clean up the come all over his thighs, between his legs to wipe over his cock, and through his cleft. Up and down, wiping with the cloth and then with his fingers.
He hummed. “Such a mess.”
“Love Daddy’s messes,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho chuckled. “And I love making them.” The washcloth was rinsed off as much as possible hung up on a towel rack with other other towels that needed to be washed, and then Daddy’s hands were on his skin, fingers dancing up and down his tattoos, soft brushes against the curve of his ass.
“How did I get so lucky?” Daddy whispered.
Jaejoong smiled at him through the mirror. “I’ve been asking myself that for a whole week.”
“Even without the Daddy thing, I’d have been so happy with you.”
Jaejoong frowned. “Daddy thing?”
“Hey,” Yunho said and smacked his ass. “I did not mean that negatively. I love being your Daddy. Never, ever doubt that, Baby Boo.” He spanked him again for good measure.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut with pure bliss, because his ass stung, tingling up his spine. It’d been so long since he’d had someone to give him so much pleasure.
“I want to parade you around in front of all your ex-boyfriends and show them how stupid they were for letting you go.”
“Most of my exes are exes because I ditched them. It’s been hard to date the last few years when I’ve compared every man to you. No one measures up.” Jaejoong smirked in the mirror again and rubbed his ass on Daddy’s crotch. “No one.”
Daddy moaned and curled his hand around Jaejoong’s waist. Lips touched his back. “Come on, baby. Let’s go curl up together and take a nap.”
Sighing, Jaejoong leaned against him. “You make me so happy, Daddy.”
“You, too. I love you.”
“I love you.”
Daddy pulled away and held out his hand. Unable to contain his smile, Jaejoong took his hand and they walked together into Yunho’s bedroom.
“Lay on your stomach, Boo. Relax, give me fifteen seconds.” He kissed his cheek and went back the way he came.
Just to be a snot, Jaejoong counted loudly while he climbed into the bed. Daddy was back in eleven seconds. He had Jaejoong’s lilac body lotion in his hand. Jaejoong’s smile went wider and he sagged into Daddy’s soft pillows. Daddy straddled his back and then put the lotion on his hands first before pressing them to Jaejoong’s back. The massage was soft, more of a touch. Fingers trailed over the looping curves of his tattoo, pausing for firm moments at the bursts of flowers on his lower back. His shoulders were full of music notes, each one getting attention from Daddy’s hands. His palm pressed against the cupcake on his right shoulder blade.
“Make cupcakes tomorrow,” Daddy said.
“Is that an order?”
“When it comes to cupcakes, it’s always an order.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, Daddy. What kind?”
“Chocolate.”
“Strawberry frosting?”
“You know me so well.”
“That’s because you’re my best friend.”
“Don’t let Yoochun hear you say that.”
“Yoochun lost his best friend status when he ditched me at a bar, fending off a group of overeager businessmen, to go fuck his boyfriend in the bathroom.”
“You’ll never let that one go, huh?”
“Nope. Same with you almost burning down my kitchen.”
“You’re very forgiving, baby, such a good friend.”
Jaejoong snorted at the overly sweet tone.
Chuckling, Yunho moved his massage lower, over Jaejoong’s waist, the touches going light again. “I need to stop touching you or we won’t be sleeping in a few minutes.”
Jaejoong smiled. He turned his head to look up at his Daddy and said, “Love your cock, but you relaxed me a lot. Let’s sleep.”
Daddy nodded. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Kisses.”
“Before the nap?”
“Yes. Now.”
“Okay.” Daddy climbed off the bed, turned off his light, and shut the blinds on his window, sinking them into a dim enclosure where only the two of them existed. Much like the entire week had been. Just him and Daddy.
“You look so happy, my beautiful Boo.”
Jaejoong nodded and scooted close for a kiss that Daddy willingly gave him. “So happy, Daddy. So very happy.”
“Good.”
Jaejoong twisted and shifted closer, entwining their legs and wrapping his arms around Daddy’s middle. It wasn’t going to be comfortable for long, but for right now, it was perfect.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, Baby Boo.”
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Yunho woke up alone. He frowned, noting that it was early afternoon. Which was good, but his baby was not in bed with him, which was bad. He lay there for a moment, smiling to himself.
How did he ever think that just living with Jaejoong and being his friend was good enough? It had been delusional. Jaejoong was the most supportive, most sincere, most beautiful soul he had ever met. Three years of pining. Three entire years. Well, more like four. His first fantasy about Jaejoong’s lips on his cock had been the night after Yoochun had introduced them.
He was eternally grateful that Jaejoong had allowed him to move into his home. Yunho hadn’t had any problems still living with his parents and working with his father until Yunho came out of the closet. That had been a hard decision, but again, it’d been all Jaejoong’s fault. He saw how free and easy Jaejoong led his life, not having to hide who he really was. Add the notoriously sweet Yoochun and Changmin couple, and it was only a matter of courage before Yunho came out. He had been hiding for half of his life. He knew he was gay when he was a young teenager, and he had vowed to hide it until his parents passed away. He did not want to disappoint them. But then came Jaejoong.
The first few months afterward had been rough. Yunho had risked his job, and the other lawyers in his father’s firm had shuffled the most ridiculous cases at him. He had still been new then. So he did what any self-motivated lawyer would do and found his own cases. He wasn’t a partner in his father’s firm, his father was still way too angry at him for that, but he was a good lawyer and had increased the firm’s reputation. His was one of the most popular lawyers that defended idols who were fighting unfair contracts.
His stomach grumbled, and Yunho sighed and sat up. Now to find his lover. He wasn’t in the bathroom or in his bedroom.
But ... on his bedroom floor, right smack in the middle, was a shirt. A white button down shirt that Jaejoong probably hadn’t even worn.
Yunho leaned against the doorjamb and thought about that. And about Jaejoong’s punishment earlier. Had he tossed his clothes all over the closet on purpose? Why would he do it on purpose? And what would Yunho do now that he knew that Jaejoong was doing this on purpose?
Well, the answer to that was easy. Spank him, extra hard, for breaking rules on purpose.
His pretty lover was in the kitchen. He was wearing the light blue lolita apron. The white cords of his headphones went from his ears to the pocket in the front. And he was dancing. Little swaying motions. Classical music, nothing with lyrics. Jaejoong loved to sing. Yunho figured he chose classical music to keep from waking Yunho up.
As beautiful as he was, there was the issue of his baby’s deception to take care of.
Yunho stalked into the kitchen, trying to glower, but probably failing. Jaejoong saw him coming and smiled.
Yunho shook his head. “Baby Boo.”
“Yes, Daddy?” he said, all smiles and innocence. Such devious innocence.
Yunho pointed at the island. “Lean against that, hands on the edge.”
Confused, Jaejoong did as he was told. Yunho removed the phone from his pocket and took the headphones out of the jack. Classical music played through the kitchen. Yunho shoved the apron to the side. Jaejoong dick was half hard, going completely erect after only a few strokes.
“Daddy.”
“No,” Yunho said. “Be quiet.”
He glanced up, saw the lustful gleam in his baby’s eyes, and kept doing as planned, wrapping his baby’s cock up with the cords, around the base, around his balls, up to the tip. His baby moaned.
“Now. Turn around.”
Jaejoong did eagerly and leaned over the island when Yunho pushed on his neck. Yunho went to the utensils container on the counter and took out a wooden spoon.
His baby made an eager noise.
“Don’t be so excited,” Yunho said. “This is supposed to be a punishment.” He ended that last word with a smart smack on his bottom, leaving a round imprint from the spoon.
Jaejoong yelped. Before he could say anything or do anything else, Yunho spanked him with it again. His ass was still bright red from that morning, even with a darker shade near the curve of his ass. Yunho fought the urge to restrain himself. He probably should have, but obviously his baby wanted this, so he kept going, smacking his ass, and the back of his thighs. One misjudged smack hit his swollen balls where they hung between his legs, and Jaejoong’s cry was almost heavenly.
Yunho’s cock was so hard.
“Is there lube in your pocket?”
Jaejoong nodded, harsh breaths echoing through the kitchen.
“So presumptuous, my love, but tell me, there was a shirt on the floor of your bedroom, a shirt I know you have not worn today. Why did you purposely break my rule?”
Jaejoong moaned. His knees were shaking with the effort to hold himself up.
“A spanking is not enough of a punishment, darling?”
Yunho did not expect an answer and did not get one. Smirking, he said, “Well, then I guess I am just going to have to make up a new one. Come.”
He tugged on Jaejoong’s hair, leading him just to the other side of the kitchen, toward the balcony door. He pointed to the floor.
“Sit.”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong whispered and sat, right on his sore ass, whimpering at the pressure on his ass.
Yunho twisted Jaejoong the floor, pulling a soft moan from him, so he was facing the small section of wall, and then he untied the apron and used it to bind Jaejoong’s hands behind his back.
“Sit there and think about what you did.”
Jaejoong lifted his head, face confused.
Yunho smiled. “You’re in trouble. So you’re in time out.”
“Daddy!”
He shook his head and put a finger to his lips. “Time out. Don’t talk. Don’t move.”
“For how long?”
“Until you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry now.”
“No, you’re not. You’re reveling in the pain in your ass. Now shush. Be good.”
Jaejoong pouted and then sighed when Yunho did not budge. “Yes, Daddy.”
Yunho went to the table.
Jaejoong had set out some vegetables and one of those weird spicy dipping sauces that Yunho could only dream of replicating. A half-made sandwich sat on the counter, but the rest of the ingredients were there. Yunho finished it, layering meat and cheese on top of the vegetables. He went back to the table and sat down to eat.
A loud huff came from his lover.
Yunho smiled. He took a picture of Jaejoong with his phone and sent it to Yoochun.
This is all your fault, isn’t it?
Ha ha ha ha! What did I do?
You told him to break my rules on purpose. He’s too good of a baby to ever do that on his own.
Hahahahahahahaha Maybe. Pretty ass. Is that a spoon mark?
My Baby Boo uses very sturdy wooden spoons in the kitchen.
Thanks for the idea. Stop texting me now. I think Jaejoong bought me those same spoons a long time ago.
Yunho chuckled.
He finished the sandwich and then went to the fridge for a beer. He left the kitchen, ignoring the very deliberate huff. He sat on the couch, flipped on the TV, and watched a football game on TV. He kept his eye on the clock, not wanting his baby to be away from him for too long. Especially on their day. He wanted another really good orgasm. One that came after foreplay. Yunho finally felt in control of himself to actually worship his darling baby with his mouth and hands and then with his cock.
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Jaejoong stared at the wall, arms crossed. He glared at a small divot in the paint. Had Yunho knocked a chair into the wall? Probably. He probably figured that Jaejoong wouldn’t notice. Well, he hadn’t. Not until now. Being sat in the corner like a child.
He huffed again.
Because he had control of this. He knew he did. He could get up, tell Yunho that he did not like that, and he wouldn’t do it again. But really, he loved Yunho because he was smart. He should not have so blatantly broken the rules.
But, shifting his body, ass against the tile, it’d been worth it. God that spoon. He knew it’d feel delicious against his skin. Even if Daddy did go buy a wooden paddle, that spoon was going to be his favorite. Such a sharp sting of pain, a slow burn on his skin. He hoped he bruised. It felt like it. God, his ass was on fire.
He’d much rather have Daddy’s warm hands on his ass right now than this hard, unforgiving tile.
Jaejoong sighed. He wasn’t allowed to talk, but how could he tell Daddy that he was sorry, that he wouldn’t break the rules on purpose anymore, that when he needed a spanking, that he’d ask for one? Honestly, this was worse than the spanking. Jaejoong did not like being ignored. Especially on their day. He should be with his Daddy.
The cords on his cock started to dig into his swollen length, pressing uncomfortably around his balls. He was so horny. He’d probably be riding Daddy’s cock right now if he hadn’t broke the rules.
So, fine. Daddy was right. Could he please get up now and sit with Daddy?
Stupid Yoochun. It was all his fault.
Jaejoong glared at the wall. At the small blemish. The little tiny mark in the green paint. Stupid wall.
He really hoped Daddy wasn’t too upset. Daddy liked spanking him, so why was he being punished? It was a horrible rule anyway. Jaejoong was sure to break it in the future. But the spanking obviously was not effective. God, Jaejoong loved Daddy’s hand on his ass.
This was effective.
Jaejoong huffed. Stupid wall.
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After thirty minutes, Yunho went back into the kitchen for another beer. His baby had not moved, but his back had straightened when Yunho walked in, and his fingers dug into his thighs in anticipation.
Yunho smiled. He took out another bottle and moved toward Jaejoong, his baby going a bit stiffer with each step.
He pressed the bottle to Jaejoong’s neck, earning a quick yelp and Jaejoong jerking to the side.
Laughing, Yunho touched his head, tangling his hands in Jaejoong’s soft hair. “Are you sorry for breaking the rules?” He tugged, forcing Jaejoong’s head up.
Jaejoong nodded, eyes tight from the pull. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“There’s a mark in the wall. Did you hit it with a chair and not tell me?”
Yunho bit his lower lip. Well, fuck. “I meant about the rules.”
Laughter shone in Jaejoong’s eyes, but he said, “I like it when you spank me. That can’t be a punishment anymore. I love your hand. Firm and sharp, and that spoon leaves the best sexy burns on my skin.”
Yunho moaned, feeling his cock throb in his shorts. “And?”
“I won’t purposely break your rules anymore. I don’t like being left alone,” Jaejoong said and pouted.
“I know you don’t. So this is your punishment for breaking rules? A half hour of time out?”
Jaejoong pouted. “Fine. Can you fuck me now, please?”
Yunho laughed and said, “No. I’m watching a game. Come with me.” He untied his arms and removed the apron, tossing it over the back of a chair, and then he pulled on his lover’s hair, leading him into the living room. Yunho sat on the couch and said, “Lay over my lap.” He pulled a few throw pillows near his thigh to give Jaejoong something to rest against. Jaejoong ended up with his chest over Yunho’s lap, his knees slightly bent with his feet curled on the arm of the couch and his arms wrapped around the pillows. Yunho ran one hand up and over the tattooed skin of his back, but kept his eyes on the game. He drank his beer, resting the cold glass against Jaejoong’s shoulder or ass in between sips. His skin jerked with each press, flushing and pebbling at the cold.
“Daddy,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Yes, baby.”
“The ... cords.” He shifted his hips. “They hurt. Digging into me.”
Yunho frowned and patted his bottom. “Is this a ploy to allow you to come?”
“No, Daddy. Promise. I won’t come if you take them off.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Daddy. They just hurt too much, lying like this, and I like laying like this.”
“Roll over, then.”
Jaejoong shifted until he was on his back, head pillowed on Yunho’s thigh. Yunho noted right away, that Jaejoong’s cock was swollen. It probably hurt. He went to his nipples first, squeezing each one roughly.
Jaejoong moaned, one hand reaching to his chest before he stopped and lifted his arm over Yunho’s, gripping a throw pillow instead. His ass lifted off the couch, body arching, feet pressed tight against the opposite arm of the couch.
“I think you’re going to come if I take them off.”
“I won’t. Please, Daddy, I won’t.”
Yunho trailed his fingers over Jaejoong’s lips, tugging at his lower one. “You better not, Baby Boo.”
Jaejoong shook his head and kissed Yunho’s fingertips.
Yunho reached for his cock. It was swollen, but also leaking. If Jaejoong managed to keep from coming, it would be a miracle. He took his time, twisting the cords free, digging his finger into the seeping tip. He bit his lip against a smile, using it to concentrate on the cords. Jaejoong’s hips lifted up and down with each touch. Yunho pressed against his firm stomach, fingers tracing the tattooed lines.
‘Hold still, baby. You’re making this more difficult.”
Jaejoong whimpered, half a laugh, half a noise of impatience.
Yunho used one hand to grip his cock, up the shaft and used the other to start untying the cords. He stroked, smirking when Jaejoong gasped, his cock throbbing. With another twist of the cords, they came loose, and Yunho kept stroking.
“Daddy! Shit!”
It took just a firm grip on his balls, a squeeze and a pump, and Jaejoong was coming, spraying his release all up and down his stomach.
He whimpered in shame and pleasure. A sound that Yunho would do his best to get his pretty baby to repeat whenever he could.
Yunho tsked at him. “Baby.”
Jaejoong moaned, entire body flushing.
Yunho gripped his hip and pulled at him, and Jaejoong whimpered while he rolled back over. He was shaking as he lay back over Yunho’s lap. Yunho shifted his own hips, let Jaejoong feel against his chest just how hard his cock was, and then started spanking his already red ass, harsh slaps that had Jaejoong jerking forward, crying out and whimpering.
“Naughty boy for disobeying, so naughty.”
Jaejoong’s cries were accompanied by tears, but his hips were rocking against Yunho’s thigh. His body was absolutely thrumming. Yunho was positive he was going to come again.
But not without him.
Yunho stopped spanking him and yanked him up, pulled until jaejoong was straddling his waist, face pressed against his neck. He pushed the front of the shorts down, barring his cock and demanded, “Ride me. Baby. Ride me.”
Jaejoong whimpered, but his hands went to Yunho’s shoulders and Yunho held his cock up, slipping through his cleft before they both managed to hold still long enough for Jaejoong to sit, taking him deep and heavy. His fingers clutched tighter on Yunho’s shoulders and his hips lifted and rose.
Yunho moaned gripping his hips and finding his open mouth for a messy kiss. He was about ready to explode, and only managed to get a hand around Jaejoong’s cock before he did. And then it was just their voices, their pleasure, their souls and mouths and skin connecting. Jaejoong quivered, collapsing onto Yunho’s chest, sputtering his release between them. Yunho moved his mouth to Jaejoong’s neck, his hands to the heated skin of his ass, gripping tight. He used the grip to keep Jaejoong moving, rocking his hips at the angle as much as he could. Enough. The pulsing around his cock from Jaejoong’s pleasure had him coming and biting down on Jaejoong’s neck as he pumped his release into Jaejoong’s body.
He sagged onto the couch with a heavy breath, pulling Jaejoong close, cuddling him against his chest with a hand in his sweaty hair. His dirty hand, full of Jaejoong’s come.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped.
Jaejoong whimpered, still shaking, still rocking, sliding his body and dick through the mess on Yunho’s skin.
“I am not going to survive you,” Yunho gasped.
Jaejoong huffed. “Too bad, Daddy. You’ve ruined sex for me. No one else is going to be good enough. So you’re stuck with me.”
Yunho laughed. “Thank god.”
Jaejoong pushed up, rolling his shoulders. He straddled Yunho’s thighs and ran his hands down his body and through the mess on his chest. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked then clean. “Daddy tastes so good.”
Yunho groaned, cock twitching. More like jerking.
Jaejoong laughed.
Growling, Yunho shoved Jaejoong over to the couch, pressing him to the cushions, and then he lifted his ass. Bruised, sore, red, gaping. He spit on his entrance, slid two fingers into his ass, twisting them.
“You wanted a new couch anyway, right?” Yunho asked, and used a firm grip to thrust his cock back inside his baby.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then don’t hold back. Come as many times as you want.”
“Oh, god, thank you Daddy.”
Yunho had a moment of realization that Jaejoong may have already came seven times. He wasn’t sure. He’d lost count. But there was still tomorrow. All day tomorrow.
Part 10: Love and Orgasms
Part 8: All That Kink
Part 7: Hold Me When I Am Not Strong
Part 6: Aprons Tied With Love
Part 5: Scheduling Conflicts
Part 4: Punishment
Part 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 2: Too Soon For Sex?
Part 1: The First Rule
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