(for yoongimin) désir ardent
For: yoongimin
Title: désir ardent
Genre: smut, slight!romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: daddy!kink, age!play, rimming, orgasm denial(?), usage of toys, super awkward baby talk, there is no substantial plot to this
Length: 4,344 words
Summary: Jongin takes a week off from work and Kyungsoo tries to be a good little boy.
Notes: not gonna lie tho but this is my first ever daddy!kink fic and the longest porn fic i’ve ever written. jesus look at those warnings. OTL this was supposed to be angsty and then….. it’s kind of fluffy if you disregard all the porn. :D please forgive me /runs away.
first, thank you to R for beta-ing the fic! you’re my first ever beta and ahh-thank you thank you!!!!! many thanks to another R for the encouragements when i was down and to G for the handholding. and also, a big thank you yoongimin for giving me an excuse to write this baby, hope you like it!
Ah, sweet Monday, Jongin thinks as he trudges his way home. Monday is the day where he decides to take a week off to spend it with his boyfriend. It’s a spontaneous and extreme thought, except for the fact that he’s overly exhausted from finishing three advertisment projects all in one day (and it’s only Monday to boot).
Life sucks when you’re a hardworking adult.
Though, he’s happy that he gets to come home every day to his boyfriend’s cooking. Maybe he could get Kyungsoo to snuggle with him instead of doing school projects. But this day, he comes home to quite a sight; Kyungsoo is splayed on the couch, pants down, touching himself despite Jongin’s-Daddy’s-house rules.
Yeah definitely a week, he grins to himself. A week of disciplining Kyungsoo.
-
Kyungsoo stands still as Daddy, takes his remaining clothes off, stripping him down into nothing. Kyungsoo feels his cheeks flush a light shade of pink, the cold air doing no good to his already aching cock.
Daddy eyes him silently unfairly still fully clothed, brows furrowing. Somehow it makes Kyungsoo wonder if scratching that itch was worth it.
This is not the time for Kyungsoo to think about rash decisions, when suddenly, he feels himself being bent over the kitchen counter top with his ass in the air. Kyungsoo hisses when his cock meets the cold surface of the counter, Daddy’s hand insistently pushing down on his shoulder until he couldn’t move. “Listen here, baby. What did I tell you about touching yourself without Daddy’s permission?”
“Not to,” Kyungsoo answers, gritting his teeth. Daddy hums at his reply. He’s obviously waiting for something else while he uses his other hand to thread Kyungsoo’s ass cheeks not-so-gently. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sound like it.” He murmurs, nosing at the soft skin of his ass. Shit. Daddy’s probably going to leave him hard and aching all night. Shit.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he tries again, adding a little more conviction to his voice. “I didn’t mean to disobey you.”
He hears Daddy stand up, and without looking, he hears Daddy’s his leather shoes clanking as they’re being removed. Kyungsoo also hears him strip himself of that awful office attire.
Kyungsoo trembles in his spot. Daddy’s going to spank me. He’s not sure if he wants that right now, but he’s sure he’s going to get it either way. That’s what bad little boys get, Daddy used to tell him. But he’s surprised when feels Daddy’s lips kissing the back of his ear, moving a little lower, down to where his neck and shoulder meet.
“I guess I could forgive you, this one time,” he whispers. He trails his hands up and down Kyungsoo’s sides and it’s ticklish and soft and not what Kyungsoo had expected. He closes his eyes and thanks him, letting go a sigh of relief. “Knees apart, darling.”
Eagerly, Kyungsoo obeys and spreads his feet shoulder-width apart on his tippy toes. Daddy kisses his shoulder blade one last time before he goes down on him. Kyungsoo can feel Daddy’s warm breath fanning on his ass crack. “Brace yourself and don’t move, okay, baby?”
He quickly scrambles to grip the edge of the counter, until his knuckles go white. Daddy grins at his enthusiasm before he spreads Kyungsoo’s ass cheeks apart. He leaves lingering kisses on his hole and Kyungsoo’s knows what’s next.
Daddy licks the rim, going in little circular motions. He prods in tentatively, alternating between licking and sucking at the pale skin. Kyungsoo groans, washed over by lust and pure need because he needs more, more, more. It’s not enough.
It just feels so dirty like this, bent over the cold kitchen counter and being tongue fucked by his Daddy. It’s not the first time Daddy’s licked him open but it always feels so foreign, so good, so good.
He tries his very best shake off the need of grinding himself back down on Daddy’s warm tongue.
He’s teasing again, and Kyungsoo badly wants to tell him to tongue fuck him properly, but, it would be disobeying a direct order and Kyungsoo would rather not incur his wrath. Daddy had already caught him jerking off in the living room couch earlier. Anymore and Daddy might get seriously mad at him. That stupid itch got out of hand.
“Ah!” He feels a finger going in along with Daddy’s tongue and he pushes back involuntarily with his head thrown back, his grip loosening. It’s better than before, but still not enough.
Daddy shoves two fingers in Kyungsoo’s mouth to stop him from moaning too loud, and Kyungsoo obligingly licks them clean.
Kyungsoo knows Daddy doesn’t really care if neighbors find out he’s fucking his baby; that the lost looking boy from across the hall with polite smiles isn’t that innocent as he appears to be. He knows Daddy’s a possessive man and that he wants to keep his baby all for himself. Kyungsoo’s lust blown whimpering is for his ears to take in only.
“Quiet down sweetie. We wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors now, do we?” It’s a rhetorical question but Kyungsoo moans around his fingers, eliciting a harsh fuck from his Daddy as he clenches around the older man’s tongue and finger.
Daddy stands up and grabs the half-empty bottle of lube stashed in one of the cupboards. He smears a handful of it onto his dick, making sure to lather himself up nicely. Kyungsoo takes a peek at the older man behind him, who’s slowly stroking himself, only to get his left butt cheek slapped. “Did I say you could move? I didn’t. Now face forward, baby. I’m going to fuck you without any more prep.”
“Ah-but,” another slap and his bottom is colored a light shade of pink.
“I was willing to forgive your little rule break.” Daddy grunts, sliding the two fingers his baby licked into his crack, eliciting a stifled grumble from the younger man. He pulls out as fast as he pushed them in. “And I licked your little boy pussy out and this is the thanks I get? Are you a good boy or a bad boy? Because bad little boys don’t get Daddy’s cock or any cock for that matter. They get to sit outside the apartment without clothes,” Daddy presses himself behind Kyungsoo, his hardness brushing his sensitive hole, the lubricant smearing onto his ass. “You’re going to freeze outside. Do you want to freeze outside, Kyungsoo?”
Daddy rarely calls him Kyungsoo. It’s always baby, sweetie, darling, honey, Soo baby, or practically anything but Kyungsoo. He only calls him Kyungsoo when he’s mad or when there are other people around to hear. He doesn’t like it when Daddy’s mad at him, because he loves his Daddy very much and he wants to be a good noodle for Daddy, a good little Kyungsoo for Daddy.
“I-I’m sorry,” his voice hitches as Daddy rubs his cock over the smooth cleft of his ass. It’s hard to keep his voice clear and straight when he’s already on the verge of coming. “I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy for Daddy. Please don’t send me outside.”
“I thought so,” he pulls back, flipping Kyungsoo over until his back is pressed against the cool countertop. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your face as you take my cock. This is a punishment, do you hear me? You’re going to learn from this.”
Kyungsoo nods intensely as he is guided into an angle where he can be fucked thoroughly. Daddy’s dick pushes in him in one smooth thrust. He bites his bottom lip to contain his groan of pleasure, Daddy would be so proud. So proud of his self-control.
With his limp hands, he tries to claw at the counter for anything to hold on to while Daddy fucks him ruthlessly, it would be bearable with more lubrication, but he’s been a bad boy. This is what he deserves for defying his favorite person in the world. How stupid was he to have done that, since Daddy knows what’s best, right?
“You’re so tight, Soo. Such a good cockslut for Daddy,” he whispers lowly into his ear, planting chaste kisses down Kyungsoo’s jaws. “Do you think you can come from just this? With me fucking you? Without being touched?”
Yes, yes, god yes. Kyungsoo could already feel his orgasm drawing near every time Daddy brushes the bundle of nerves inside him, sending satisfying stirs throughout his body.
Daddy kisses him as if Kyungsoo’s the air he needs to breathe, deprived and hungry. Kyungsoo returns the kiss eagerly, melting and bending himself to fit his Daddy, eyes turning glassy. He’s so close.
Daddy spills his load in him first, before Kyungsoo lets out a silent scream as he comes all over their stomachs. Daddy pulls out of him and thrusts two fingers in the younger’s twitching hole. “Wouldn’t want Daddy’s come leaking out of you.” He grins, grabbing the nearest tissue to wipe the excess come on Kyungsoo’s tummy, while pushing his fingers in deeper.
The overstimulation has Kyungsoo keening and thrashing a bit after every minute movement. It’s weird, though he’s not going to argue that he likes the feel of Daddy’s come in his ass. “Such a good boy you are, darling.”
He lies there on the cold and unforgiving kitchen counter, catching his breath before his Daddy decides to clean them both up and drag him into bed for well deserved cuddles.
The week is barely beginning.
-
Kyungsoo met his Daddy about two years ago. Daddy had been an alluring man at the high class club he had been dragged to by one of his friends. Kyungsoo wasn’t looking for anyone that night, but Daddy had sidled up gracefully next to the empty stool beside him and flirted none so gently, hand brushing up and down his arms.
Kyungsoo will never forget the way Daddy leaned in and murmured into his ear. My name is Jongin and I want to fuck you so bad you wouldn’t be standing for days. It was low and feverish against his ear and, fuck, Kyungsoo didn’t protest when he got pulled to the dance floor.
The beautiful way Daddy looked under the dim lights had him standing and staring. He moved his hips in an enticing way that Kyungsoo never took his eyes off him. He danced to the beat like he was made especially for it. It was an attraction at first, until it wasn’t.
Because his Daddy was meant to find him. But that’s not why he snuck out with him to fuck in the backseat of an expensive car parked outside Kyungsoo’s old apartment.
Not the reason at all.
-
Kyungsoo comes home after his last class ended and he jumps when he sees Daddy sitting idly on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. He checks his watch, and realizes that yes, it’s only four in the afternoon and that it’s a work day.
“Daddy, you’re home early,” Kyungsoo says, shutting the door behind him. He takes off his shoes and pads towards him, draping himself over Daddy’s awaiting lap. “Finished at work already?”
Daddy stops pressing buttons on the remote when he lands on a channel airing Pororo. Kyungsoo adjusts himself to face the TV, the blue penguin taking part of his attention. No one is ever too old for Pororo, Kyungsoo had said before, and Daddy had laughed at him endearingly, cooing at how adorable his baby Soo is. Youth is in the personality and not in the age after all.
Daddy wraps his arms around his waist and Kyungsoo only twists a little to kiss him hello.
Daddy isn’t happy with the little kiss and he turns off the TV, frowning at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo complains playfully before properly kissing his Daddy, eagerly taking the lead while Daddy opens his mouth for him to take.
It’s slow and languid, Kyungsoo’s hands coming up to cradle the back of his Daddy’s head to kiss him better. When he pulls back, he opts to revel at the warm smile he’s receiving. “Welcome home, Soo.”
“Hi, Daddy. You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you home so early?”
“Took a week off,” he replies. His hand automatically goes up to card through Kyungsoo’s unruly hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kyungsoo hits him half-heartedly on the chest, jutting his bottom lip a bit.
“I could have come home earlier to prepare dinner.”
“Well, you were already at school when I got up. How could I tell you?” He laughs, kissing the side of Kyungsoo’s lips. “What were you planning on making anyway?”
“Kimchi spaghetti!” He hollers, jumping out of Daddy’s lap to start preparations for their dinner.
Daddy peers at him through half-lidded eyes, smiling despite the drowsiness crawling in his system. “Don’t burn it, darling. We wouldn’t want to get a tummy ache, now do we?”
“Of course not, Daddy!” Kyungsoo lets out a small noise of indignation and a cute little pout, pots and pans rattling as he struggles to find a kettle for the tea.
“Do you need any help?”
“No, Daddy.” Kyungsoo shakes his head, intent on making food for them all alone. In any case, it’s Daddy’s week off and he needs to rest. Daddy laughs at how wonderfully cute his baby Kyungsoo is. He gets up to kiss his nose as a thank you and also to whisper a prospect of a reward later, making Kyungsoo blush at the thought, nearly forgetting to use a chopping board to cut the lettuce.
Daddy lets Kyungsoo fuck himself on his dick because it’s been a while since he ate the most delicious thing in the world a.k.a his baby’s kimchi spaghetti.
-
Two hours later, Kyungsoo is on the bed with his knees apart, hands tied together on the headboard, one of their many toys shoved in his ass. This is not the reward he had expected, but he’ll get it soon. He just needs to hold on a little longer.
“Wider.” Daddy instructs. Kyungsoo wants to be a good boy for him, so he spreads his legs as wide as he can. His hands grip the sheets above him as he struggles to keep his position. He knows disobeying Daddy would have its consequences, and tonight he just wants to be fucked open by Daddy’s cock. A little bit of pain is nothing when Daddy’s going to reward him with something better.
“Your kimchi spaghetti is the best, as always, baby.” Kyungsoo feels the blood building up in his tummy after the praise. His cock is twitching on top of his belly and closing his eyes doesn’t help will the dull ache away. It’s not even erasing the fact that Daddy put a cock ring on him earlier this morning before he left for school; he also pushed in a toy an odd colored plug as a parting. It was a test, Daddy says, of how long his baby could hold it in.
(The answer is about eight hours and a couple of minutes.)
Daddy’s being quiet again, and Kyungsoo wants to shout at him for not moving from his seat, he wants to shout that his muscles hurt from keeping the position for so long. But he knows better. With Daddy’s smug look, watching every inch of exposed skin, watching his baby’s dick hard and leaking on his stomach. Kyungsoo knows that he’s waiting for him to beg, and by the way his restraint is wearing out by the minute he’s more close to screaming than actually begging.
“Daddy-” Kyungsoo says, his trembling voice softer than a whisper. Daddy hears him nevertheless. “Please. Pretty please, touch me.”
Daddy stands up and shuffles to get something by the nightstand before climbing in between his legs. Finally, he’s going to be rid of the stupid ring and properly stretched opened by his favorite person in the whole wide world. The thought of Daddy’s warm heat in him sends breathtaking shivers down Kyungsoo’s spine.
He leans down and Kyungsoo feels his sensitive cock press against Daddy’s dress shirt. The sudden friction has him gasping. Kyungsoo groans and Daddy swallows all his sounds, licking away at his mouth, tracing every crevice in Kyungsoo’s mouth he can reach.
He leaves fleeting touches on Kyungsoo’s collars to his stomach too but he withdraws quickly, leaving Kyungsoo to squirm and long for the touches.
“There, I’ve touched you.” He whispers in Kyungsoo’s ear, voice low and husky. Daddy really enjoys teasing him. “What else do you want?”
He feels fingertips gliding down his sides, and his breath hitches when Daddy takes one of his sensitive nipples into his mouth. “Fuck me.” Kyungsoo moans, tilting his head back. He knows he looks good like this, panting heavily underneath Daddy, the dark colored sheets in contrast to his skin. He wants to drive Daddy crazy just like what he’s doing to him while Daddy’s sucking one of his nipples hard.
Kyungsoo arcs his back, muttering something incoherently along the lines of fucking fuck fuck fuck me. “What was it again, baby? I didn’t quite hear you.” Daddy smiles all too innocently, flicking the tender nipple with his tongue.
“Ah-I want Daddy to fuck me open, to drive his cock into me and fill me up. I-I want that.” Kyungsoo breathes against the other man’s face, unwittingly rutting against his Daddy to relieve his aching erection. Unbeknownst him, his Daddy raises his hand and Kyungsoo cries out as it lands hard on his soft bottom. “Dad-ah-Daddy.”
“Don’t you have any manners, baby? Where did your manners go, huh?” Daddy raises another hand and Kyungsoo buries his face in the crook of Daddy’s neck, spurting out apologies for his shortcomings.
“Please, please, I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to forget that word, please-Daddy.” The palm still makes contact with Kyungsoo’s bottom but this time it’s to rub soothing circles.
“Don’t forget next time, okay? You’ve been so good today and it’d be a shame if I ended up punishing you again.” His voice rings warningly and Kyungsoo nods, stray tears falling down his flushed cheeks. He pushes a little distance from him and his Daddy’s warm bodies, only to press a kiss on Daddy’s luscious kiss swollen lips. That he didn’t need permission for.
The thumb that rubbed soothing circles inched its way to Kyungsoo’s little hole. “Daddy.” He squeaks, twisting in place to get the thumb further into him. “Please, Daddy.”
Profanities slip out of Daddy’s lips as he sees his precious baby writhing beneath him. His disheveled hair and teary eyes finally getting to him.
“I’m not done yet. Get on my lap.” He commands, removing himself and leaning against the bedpost.
Daddy let’s Kyungsoo lift himself up because Kyungsoo’s a big boy and Daddy trusts him so much.
Kyungsoo grins at his Daddy, the unconcealed lust and excitement shining in Kyungsoo’s eyes.
Once Kyungsoo is settled on Daddy’s lap, both of his knees on either side of Daddy’s waist, he yanks Kyungsoo’s head down and connects their mouths again. Scrambling to find his place, Kyungsoo’s hands press against Daddy’s well toned chest, fingers tracing each bump of muscle.
Daddy greedily sucks on Kyungsoo’s tongue, reveling at how the other one tastes like. How only he can taste him like this. He feels Daddy mouth along the roof of his mouth and he sighs into the kiss. It’s so wonderful how he’s shuddering at the simple action. He loves the way he gets Daddy to sound so broken like this.
Daddy grabs both of their leaking cocks, lazily stroking them against each other. Kyungsoo tilts his head, giving his Daddy full access to his neck, and he wastes no time littering them with purple marks, hickeys that would last for a few days.
“Daddy please take it off, please.” Daddy doesn’t hear him, too busy tracing Kyungsoo’s Adam’s apple with his tongue. “Ah-Daddy.” He mouths at the juncture where his baby’s neck and shoulder meet and hums, slowly unclasping the distressing ring. “I want to touch you, can I touch you, please?”
He feels him nod in acquiesce, and Kyungsoo lets his hands fall onto the base of Daddy’s cock, wrapping his slender fingers around it. He tugs slowly, feeling the aggressive way Daddy reclaims his mouth.
“Do you really want my cock, baby?” He pulls back enough so he could tease, his thumb playing at Kyungsoo’s entrance.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo says without missing a beat. “I want you to fuck me open, Daddy.”
At that, he feels himself being pushed off Daddy’s lap and onto his knees, hands both on his back. This position, Kyungsoo thinks. Daddy’s been into compromising positions lately. It’s not that Kyungsoo doesn’t like it. It’s just sometimes he misses the vanilla ones.
Kyungsoo feels Daddy’s fingers slide in him, two at once, scissoring him open. Kyungsoo almost rolls his eyes. Daddy still insists on finger fucking him when they’re both clearly aware that Daddy has already fucked him so many times that Kyungsoo’s stretched just right for him.
In rapid succession, he feels the third finger go in. Kyungsoo stops himself from rutting onto the bed and pushes back to meet the steady pace of the digits in his ass. He hungrily moans for more, more, more please, when Daddy’s knuckle deep in him, brushing along his special spot.
He’s almost close when Daddy stops the prepping. Kyungsoo grunts in frustration, initially waiting for more teasing, only to get another toy in his ass. “Ah-- What’s that?” He lets out a half-contained sob, feeling the cold toy breaching his entrance. “Daddy, please, it’s cold.”
Daddy swats his hands away. “It’s a new toy, Soo. Don’t worry, it’s going to feel nice.”
“It feels weird.” Kyungsoo groans and flinches when the second bead pushes in. It’s gradually getting bigger to the fifth bead and Kyungsoo’s heaving, his mind in a blur. It’s hitting his sweet spot and it’s stretching him better than Daddy’s fingers.
“How does it feel now? Is it good? I know it’s nowhere near as big as me but you look so hot like this, sweetie. So hot and so good, obediently taking in all this. I don’t think I want to take them out.”
Kyungsoo tries to clench on them, and fuck, wrong move. He shakes his head vigorously. “No, Daddy. I want you, only you. Please, get it out.”
And he does. He pulls them out with one swift tug which takes Kyungsoo by surprise. He lets out a silent scream, tears trickling down his face and he’s not sure why he’s crying. Maybe because it’s too good but not good enough to let him come or just because he’s already an incoherent mess of please, please, fuck me Daddy and Daddy still doesn’t give him what he wants
Daddy holds him by the hips, keeping him from falling onto the mattress. Daddy kisses the back of his neck before he slides into him slowly.
Kyungsoo could feel his Daddy’s dick stretch him open and fill him up, the overstimulation washing over him and overloading his system. His knees buckle about to give, but Daddy’s spanking his thigh slightly, keeping him conscious. “Baby, baby, look at me.”
From his position, all broken and wrecked, he tries to obey Daddy’s orders. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears as he meets his Daddy’s gaze. Daddy curses and slams into his little boy hole, which makes Kyungsoo cry out in pleasure.
Kyungsoo might have asked him to go faster or it could have been it all in his head. All he knows is that he couldn’t take it anymore and he just wants Daddy to give it to him quick.
Daddy’s so good to him even if he messes up. Maybe he hears Kyungsoo’s babbling thoughts as he can feel Daddy’s love every time he thrusts in and meets Kyungsoo’s slight pushes.
Just a little more before he reaches his orgasm but Daddy cleverly pulls back, knowing his baby’s going to cum just from that while he’s nowhere near done. Kyungsoo whines without restraint.
The tears cascade from him again, the sweat mixing along. Daddy intertwines their hands. “I’m going to fuck you senseless now, baby,” is all the warning Kyungsoo needs before Daddy pounds into him mercilessly.
“Baby, oh fuck-you look so wonderful. Such a good boy you are,” Daddy keeps slamming his hips against him and theretheretherethere.
“Daddy,” He calls out, the last one lengthening into another moan. “Please-please,” he begs incoherently.
Daddy knows him better than he knows himself. “Tell me what you want. Since-ah, you’ve been a good boy for Daddy today.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t need to think as the words fall out of his mouth with a long groan. “I want you to fill me up to the brim Daddy, please. Plant your cum in me, please.”
Kyungsoo shivers from overstimulation as his Daddy keeps fucking him through his orgasm. With his hands behind his back, his face pressed against the sheets and his cock going soft. “Fuck. I love you, Soo-ah, baby.” Daddy says as he cums into him, shuddering at the way Kyungsoo milks his orgasm out, clenching his ass around Daddy.
Daddy brushes his baby’s sweaty bangs off his forehead to plant a sweet and lingering kiss. Kyungsoo loves the attention and the care his Daddy shows him and his tummy tingles with the warmth of Daddy’s love for him. He’s so lucky to have his Daddy.
“I love you more, Daddy.” Kyungsoo whines, feeling cum leak out of him. All the sacrifices are definitely worth it. He thinks, as Daddy slides out of him and hugs him tight, kisses him goodnight.
“I love you so very much.” He whispers to Kyungsoo, the stench of sex and perspiration the only thing Kyungsoo could remember before drifting off to sleep.
Title: désir ardent
Genre: smut, slight!romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: daddy!kink, age!play, rimming, orgasm denial(?), usage of toys, super awkward baby talk, there is no substantial plot to this
Length: 4,344 words
Summary: Jongin takes a week off from work and Kyungsoo tries to be a good little boy.
Notes: not gonna lie tho but this is my first ever daddy!kink fic and the longest porn fic i’ve ever written. jesus look at those warnings. OTL this was supposed to be angsty and then….. it’s kind of fluffy if you disregard all the porn. :D please forgive me /runs away.
first, thank you to R for beta-ing the fic! you’re my first ever beta and ahh-thank you thank you!!!!! many thanks to another R for the encouragements when i was down and to G for the handholding. and also, a big thank you yoongimin for giving me an excuse to write this baby, hope you like it!
Ah, sweet Monday, Jongin thinks as he trudges his way home. Monday is the day where he decides to take a week off to spend it with his boyfriend. It’s a spontaneous and extreme thought, except for the fact that he’s overly exhausted from finishing three advertisment projects all in one day (and it’s only Monday to boot).
Life sucks when you’re a hardworking adult.
Though, he’s happy that he gets to come home every day to his boyfriend’s cooking. Maybe he could get Kyungsoo to snuggle with him instead of doing school projects. But this day, he comes home to quite a sight; Kyungsoo is splayed on the couch, pants down, touching himself despite Jongin’s-Daddy’s-house rules.
Yeah definitely a week, he grins to himself. A week of disciplining Kyungsoo.
-
Kyungsoo stands still as Daddy, takes his remaining clothes off, stripping him down into nothing. Kyungsoo feels his cheeks flush a light shade of pink, the cold air doing no good to his already aching cock.
Daddy eyes him silently unfairly still fully clothed, brows furrowing. Somehow it makes Kyungsoo wonder if scratching that itch was worth it.
This is not the time for Kyungsoo to think about rash decisions, when suddenly, he feels himself being bent over the kitchen counter top with his ass in the air. Kyungsoo hisses when his cock meets the cold surface of the counter, Daddy’s hand insistently pushing down on his shoulder until he couldn’t move. “Listen here, baby. What did I tell you about touching yourself without Daddy’s permission?”
“Not to,” Kyungsoo answers, gritting his teeth. Daddy hums at his reply. He’s obviously waiting for something else while he uses his other hand to thread Kyungsoo’s ass cheeks not-so-gently. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sound like it.” He murmurs, nosing at the soft skin of his ass. Shit. Daddy’s probably going to leave him hard and aching all night. Shit.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he tries again, adding a little more conviction to his voice. “I didn’t mean to disobey you.”
He hears Daddy stand up, and without looking, he hears Daddy’s his leather shoes clanking as they’re being removed. Kyungsoo also hears him strip himself of that awful office attire.
Kyungsoo trembles in his spot. Daddy’s going to spank me. He’s not sure if he wants that right now, but he’s sure he’s going to get it either way. That’s what bad little boys get, Daddy used to tell him. But he’s surprised when feels Daddy’s lips kissing the back of his ear, moving a little lower, down to where his neck and shoulder meet.
“I guess I could forgive you, this one time,” he whispers. He trails his hands up and down Kyungsoo’s sides and it’s ticklish and soft and not what Kyungsoo had expected. He closes his eyes and thanks him, letting go a sigh of relief. “Knees apart, darling.”
Eagerly, Kyungsoo obeys and spreads his feet shoulder-width apart on his tippy toes. Daddy kisses his shoulder blade one last time before he goes down on him. Kyungsoo can feel Daddy’s warm breath fanning on his ass crack. “Brace yourself and don’t move, okay, baby?”
He quickly scrambles to grip the edge of the counter, until his knuckles go white. Daddy grins at his enthusiasm before he spreads Kyungsoo’s ass cheeks apart. He leaves lingering kisses on his hole and Kyungsoo’s knows what’s next.
Daddy licks the rim, going in little circular motions. He prods in tentatively, alternating between licking and sucking at the pale skin. Kyungsoo groans, washed over by lust and pure need because he needs more, more, more. It’s not enough.
It just feels so dirty like this, bent over the cold kitchen counter and being tongue fucked by his Daddy. It’s not the first time Daddy’s licked him open but it always feels so foreign, so good, so good.
He tries his very best shake off the need of grinding himself back down on Daddy’s warm tongue.
He’s teasing again, and Kyungsoo badly wants to tell him to tongue fuck him properly, but, it would be disobeying a direct order and Kyungsoo would rather not incur his wrath. Daddy had already caught him jerking off in the living room couch earlier. Anymore and Daddy might get seriously mad at him. That stupid itch got out of hand.
“Ah!” He feels a finger going in along with Daddy’s tongue and he pushes back involuntarily with his head thrown back, his grip loosening. It’s better than before, but still not enough.
Daddy shoves two fingers in Kyungsoo’s mouth to stop him from moaning too loud, and Kyungsoo obligingly licks them clean.
Kyungsoo knows Daddy doesn’t really care if neighbors find out he’s fucking his baby; that the lost looking boy from across the hall with polite smiles isn’t that innocent as he appears to be. He knows Daddy’s a possessive man and that he wants to keep his baby all for himself. Kyungsoo’s lust blown whimpering is for his ears to take in only.
“Quiet down sweetie. We wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors now, do we?” It’s a rhetorical question but Kyungsoo moans around his fingers, eliciting a harsh fuck from his Daddy as he clenches around the older man’s tongue and finger.
Daddy stands up and grabs the half-empty bottle of lube stashed in one of the cupboards. He smears a handful of it onto his dick, making sure to lather himself up nicely. Kyungsoo takes a peek at the older man behind him, who’s slowly stroking himself, only to get his left butt cheek slapped. “Did I say you could move? I didn’t. Now face forward, baby. I’m going to fuck you without any more prep.”
“Ah-but,” another slap and his bottom is colored a light shade of pink.
“I was willing to forgive your little rule break.” Daddy grunts, sliding the two fingers his baby licked into his crack, eliciting a stifled grumble from the younger man. He pulls out as fast as he pushed them in. “And I licked your little boy pussy out and this is the thanks I get? Are you a good boy or a bad boy? Because bad little boys don’t get Daddy’s cock or any cock for that matter. They get to sit outside the apartment without clothes,” Daddy presses himself behind Kyungsoo, his hardness brushing his sensitive hole, the lubricant smearing onto his ass. “You’re going to freeze outside. Do you want to freeze outside, Kyungsoo?”
Daddy rarely calls him Kyungsoo. It’s always baby, sweetie, darling, honey, Soo baby, or practically anything but Kyungsoo. He only calls him Kyungsoo when he’s mad or when there are other people around to hear. He doesn’t like it when Daddy’s mad at him, because he loves his Daddy very much and he wants to be a good noodle for Daddy, a good little Kyungsoo for Daddy.
“I-I’m sorry,” his voice hitches as Daddy rubs his cock over the smooth cleft of his ass. It’s hard to keep his voice clear and straight when he’s already on the verge of coming. “I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy for Daddy. Please don’t send me outside.”
“I thought so,” he pulls back, flipping Kyungsoo over until his back is pressed against the cool countertop. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your face as you take my cock. This is a punishment, do you hear me? You’re going to learn from this.”
Kyungsoo nods intensely as he is guided into an angle where he can be fucked thoroughly. Daddy’s dick pushes in him in one smooth thrust. He bites his bottom lip to contain his groan of pleasure, Daddy would be so proud. So proud of his self-control.
With his limp hands, he tries to claw at the counter for anything to hold on to while Daddy fucks him ruthlessly, it would be bearable with more lubrication, but he’s been a bad boy. This is what he deserves for defying his favorite person in the world. How stupid was he to have done that, since Daddy knows what’s best, right?
“You’re so tight, Soo. Such a good cockslut for Daddy,” he whispers lowly into his ear, planting chaste kisses down Kyungsoo’s jaws. “Do you think you can come from just this? With me fucking you? Without being touched?”
Yes, yes, god yes. Kyungsoo could already feel his orgasm drawing near every time Daddy brushes the bundle of nerves inside him, sending satisfying stirs throughout his body.
Daddy kisses him as if Kyungsoo’s the air he needs to breathe, deprived and hungry. Kyungsoo returns the kiss eagerly, melting and bending himself to fit his Daddy, eyes turning glassy. He’s so close.
Daddy spills his load in him first, before Kyungsoo lets out a silent scream as he comes all over their stomachs. Daddy pulls out of him and thrusts two fingers in the younger’s twitching hole. “Wouldn’t want Daddy’s come leaking out of you.” He grins, grabbing the nearest tissue to wipe the excess come on Kyungsoo’s tummy, while pushing his fingers in deeper.
The overstimulation has Kyungsoo keening and thrashing a bit after every minute movement. It’s weird, though he’s not going to argue that he likes the feel of Daddy’s come in his ass. “Such a good boy you are, darling.”
He lies there on the cold and unforgiving kitchen counter, catching his breath before his Daddy decides to clean them both up and drag him into bed for well deserved cuddles.
The week is barely beginning.
-
Kyungsoo met his Daddy about two years ago. Daddy had been an alluring man at the high class club he had been dragged to by one of his friends. Kyungsoo wasn’t looking for anyone that night, but Daddy had sidled up gracefully next to the empty stool beside him and flirted none so gently, hand brushing up and down his arms.
Kyungsoo will never forget the way Daddy leaned in and murmured into his ear. My name is Jongin and I want to fuck you so bad you wouldn’t be standing for days. It was low and feverish against his ear and, fuck, Kyungsoo didn’t protest when he got pulled to the dance floor.
The beautiful way Daddy looked under the dim lights had him standing and staring. He moved his hips in an enticing way that Kyungsoo never took his eyes off him. He danced to the beat like he was made especially for it. It was an attraction at first, until it wasn’t.
Because his Daddy was meant to find him. But that’s not why he snuck out with him to fuck in the backseat of an expensive car parked outside Kyungsoo’s old apartment.
Not the reason at all.
-
Kyungsoo comes home after his last class ended and he jumps when he sees Daddy sitting idly on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. He checks his watch, and realizes that yes, it’s only four in the afternoon and that it’s a work day.
“Daddy, you’re home early,” Kyungsoo says, shutting the door behind him. He takes off his shoes and pads towards him, draping himself over Daddy’s awaiting lap. “Finished at work already?”
Daddy stops pressing buttons on the remote when he lands on a channel airing Pororo. Kyungsoo adjusts himself to face the TV, the blue penguin taking part of his attention. No one is ever too old for Pororo, Kyungsoo had said before, and Daddy had laughed at him endearingly, cooing at how adorable his baby Soo is. Youth is in the personality and not in the age after all.
Daddy wraps his arms around his waist and Kyungsoo only twists a little to kiss him hello.
Daddy isn’t happy with the little kiss and he turns off the TV, frowning at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo complains playfully before properly kissing his Daddy, eagerly taking the lead while Daddy opens his mouth for him to take.
It’s slow and languid, Kyungsoo’s hands coming up to cradle the back of his Daddy’s head to kiss him better. When he pulls back, he opts to revel at the warm smile he’s receiving. “Welcome home, Soo.”
“Hi, Daddy. You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you home so early?”
“Took a week off,” he replies. His hand automatically goes up to card through Kyungsoo’s unruly hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kyungsoo hits him half-heartedly on the chest, jutting his bottom lip a bit.
“I could have come home earlier to prepare dinner.”
“Well, you were already at school when I got up. How could I tell you?” He laughs, kissing the side of Kyungsoo’s lips. “What were you planning on making anyway?”
“Kimchi spaghetti!” He hollers, jumping out of Daddy’s lap to start preparations for their dinner.
Daddy peers at him through half-lidded eyes, smiling despite the drowsiness crawling in his system. “Don’t burn it, darling. We wouldn’t want to get a tummy ache, now do we?”
“Of course not, Daddy!” Kyungsoo lets out a small noise of indignation and a cute little pout, pots and pans rattling as he struggles to find a kettle for the tea.
“Do you need any help?”
“No, Daddy.” Kyungsoo shakes his head, intent on making food for them all alone. In any case, it’s Daddy’s week off and he needs to rest. Daddy laughs at how wonderfully cute his baby Kyungsoo is. He gets up to kiss his nose as a thank you and also to whisper a prospect of a reward later, making Kyungsoo blush at the thought, nearly forgetting to use a chopping board to cut the lettuce.
Daddy lets Kyungsoo fuck himself on his dick because it’s been a while since he ate the most delicious thing in the world a.k.a his baby’s kimchi spaghetti.
-
Two hours later, Kyungsoo is on the bed with his knees apart, hands tied together on the headboard, one of their many toys shoved in his ass. This is not the reward he had expected, but he’ll get it soon. He just needs to hold on a little longer.
“Wider.” Daddy instructs. Kyungsoo wants to be a good boy for him, so he spreads his legs as wide as he can. His hands grip the sheets above him as he struggles to keep his position. He knows disobeying Daddy would have its consequences, and tonight he just wants to be fucked open by Daddy’s cock. A little bit of pain is nothing when Daddy’s going to reward him with something better.
“Your kimchi spaghetti is the best, as always, baby.” Kyungsoo feels the blood building up in his tummy after the praise. His cock is twitching on top of his belly and closing his eyes doesn’t help will the dull ache away. It’s not even erasing the fact that Daddy put a cock ring on him earlier this morning before he left for school; he also pushed in a toy an odd colored plug as a parting. It was a test, Daddy says, of how long his baby could hold it in.
(The answer is about eight hours and a couple of minutes.)
Daddy’s being quiet again, and Kyungsoo wants to shout at him for not moving from his seat, he wants to shout that his muscles hurt from keeping the position for so long. But he knows better. With Daddy’s smug look, watching every inch of exposed skin, watching his baby’s dick hard and leaking on his stomach. Kyungsoo knows that he’s waiting for him to beg, and by the way his restraint is wearing out by the minute he’s more close to screaming than actually begging.
“Daddy-” Kyungsoo says, his trembling voice softer than a whisper. Daddy hears him nevertheless. “Please. Pretty please, touch me.”
Daddy stands up and shuffles to get something by the nightstand before climbing in between his legs. Finally, he’s going to be rid of the stupid ring and properly stretched opened by his favorite person in the whole wide world. The thought of Daddy’s warm heat in him sends breathtaking shivers down Kyungsoo’s spine.
He leans down and Kyungsoo feels his sensitive cock press against Daddy’s dress shirt. The sudden friction has him gasping. Kyungsoo groans and Daddy swallows all his sounds, licking away at his mouth, tracing every crevice in Kyungsoo’s mouth he can reach.
He leaves fleeting touches on Kyungsoo’s collars to his stomach too but he withdraws quickly, leaving Kyungsoo to squirm and long for the touches.
“There, I’ve touched you.” He whispers in Kyungsoo’s ear, voice low and husky. Daddy really enjoys teasing him. “What else do you want?”
He feels fingertips gliding down his sides, and his breath hitches when Daddy takes one of his sensitive nipples into his mouth. “Fuck me.” Kyungsoo moans, tilting his head back. He knows he looks good like this, panting heavily underneath Daddy, the dark colored sheets in contrast to his skin. He wants to drive Daddy crazy just like what he’s doing to him while Daddy’s sucking one of his nipples hard.
Kyungsoo arcs his back, muttering something incoherently along the lines of fucking fuck fuck fuck me. “What was it again, baby? I didn’t quite hear you.” Daddy smiles all too innocently, flicking the tender nipple with his tongue.
“Ah-I want Daddy to fuck me open, to drive his cock into me and fill me up. I-I want that.” Kyungsoo breathes against the other man’s face, unwittingly rutting against his Daddy to relieve his aching erection. Unbeknownst him, his Daddy raises his hand and Kyungsoo cries out as it lands hard on his soft bottom. “Dad-ah-Daddy.”
“Don’t you have any manners, baby? Where did your manners go, huh?” Daddy raises another hand and Kyungsoo buries his face in the crook of Daddy’s neck, spurting out apologies for his shortcomings.
“Please, please, I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to forget that word, please-Daddy.” The palm still makes contact with Kyungsoo’s bottom but this time it’s to rub soothing circles.
“Don’t forget next time, okay? You’ve been so good today and it’d be a shame if I ended up punishing you again.” His voice rings warningly and Kyungsoo nods, stray tears falling down his flushed cheeks. He pushes a little distance from him and his Daddy’s warm bodies, only to press a kiss on Daddy’s luscious kiss swollen lips. That he didn’t need permission for.
The thumb that rubbed soothing circles inched its way to Kyungsoo’s little hole. “Daddy.” He squeaks, twisting in place to get the thumb further into him. “Please, Daddy.”
Profanities slip out of Daddy’s lips as he sees his precious baby writhing beneath him. His disheveled hair and teary eyes finally getting to him.
“I’m not done yet. Get on my lap.” He commands, removing himself and leaning against the bedpost.
Daddy let’s Kyungsoo lift himself up because Kyungsoo’s a big boy and Daddy trusts him so much.
Kyungsoo grins at his Daddy, the unconcealed lust and excitement shining in Kyungsoo’s eyes.
Once Kyungsoo is settled on Daddy’s lap, both of his knees on either side of Daddy’s waist, he yanks Kyungsoo’s head down and connects their mouths again. Scrambling to find his place, Kyungsoo’s hands press against Daddy’s well toned chest, fingers tracing each bump of muscle.
Daddy greedily sucks on Kyungsoo’s tongue, reveling at how the other one tastes like. How only he can taste him like this. He feels Daddy mouth along the roof of his mouth and he sighs into the kiss. It’s so wonderful how he’s shuddering at the simple action. He loves the way he gets Daddy to sound so broken like this.
Daddy grabs both of their leaking cocks, lazily stroking them against each other. Kyungsoo tilts his head, giving his Daddy full access to his neck, and he wastes no time littering them with purple marks, hickeys that would last for a few days.
“Daddy please take it off, please.” Daddy doesn’t hear him, too busy tracing Kyungsoo’s Adam’s apple with his tongue. “Ah-Daddy.” He mouths at the juncture where his baby’s neck and shoulder meet and hums, slowly unclasping the distressing ring. “I want to touch you, can I touch you, please?”
He feels him nod in acquiesce, and Kyungsoo lets his hands fall onto the base of Daddy’s cock, wrapping his slender fingers around it. He tugs slowly, feeling the aggressive way Daddy reclaims his mouth.
“Do you really want my cock, baby?” He pulls back enough so he could tease, his thumb playing at Kyungsoo’s entrance.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo says without missing a beat. “I want you to fuck me open, Daddy.”
At that, he feels himself being pushed off Daddy’s lap and onto his knees, hands both on his back. This position, Kyungsoo thinks. Daddy’s been into compromising positions lately. It’s not that Kyungsoo doesn’t like it. It’s just sometimes he misses the vanilla ones.
Kyungsoo feels Daddy’s fingers slide in him, two at once, scissoring him open. Kyungsoo almost rolls his eyes. Daddy still insists on finger fucking him when they’re both clearly aware that Daddy has already fucked him so many times that Kyungsoo’s stretched just right for him.
In rapid succession, he feels the third finger go in. Kyungsoo stops himself from rutting onto the bed and pushes back to meet the steady pace of the digits in his ass. He hungrily moans for more, more, more please, when Daddy’s knuckle deep in him, brushing along his special spot.
He’s almost close when Daddy stops the prepping. Kyungsoo grunts in frustration, initially waiting for more teasing, only to get another toy in his ass. “Ah-- What’s that?” He lets out a half-contained sob, feeling the cold toy breaching his entrance. “Daddy, please, it’s cold.”
Daddy swats his hands away. “It’s a new toy, Soo. Don’t worry, it’s going to feel nice.”
“It feels weird.” Kyungsoo groans and flinches when the second bead pushes in. It’s gradually getting bigger to the fifth bead and Kyungsoo’s heaving, his mind in a blur. It’s hitting his sweet spot and it’s stretching him better than Daddy’s fingers.
“How does it feel now? Is it good? I know it’s nowhere near as big as me but you look so hot like this, sweetie. So hot and so good, obediently taking in all this. I don’t think I want to take them out.”
Kyungsoo tries to clench on them, and fuck, wrong move. He shakes his head vigorously. “No, Daddy. I want you, only you. Please, get it out.”
And he does. He pulls them out with one swift tug which takes Kyungsoo by surprise. He lets out a silent scream, tears trickling down his face and he’s not sure why he’s crying. Maybe because it’s too good but not good enough to let him come or just because he’s already an incoherent mess of please, please, fuck me Daddy and Daddy still doesn’t give him what he wants
Daddy holds him by the hips, keeping him from falling onto the mattress. Daddy kisses the back of his neck before he slides into him slowly.
Kyungsoo could feel his Daddy’s dick stretch him open and fill him up, the overstimulation washing over him and overloading his system. His knees buckle about to give, but Daddy’s spanking his thigh slightly, keeping him conscious. “Baby, baby, look at me.”
From his position, all broken and wrecked, he tries to obey Daddy’s orders. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears as he meets his Daddy’s gaze. Daddy curses and slams into his little boy hole, which makes Kyungsoo cry out in pleasure.
Kyungsoo might have asked him to go faster or it could have been it all in his head. All he knows is that he couldn’t take it anymore and he just wants Daddy to give it to him quick.
Daddy’s so good to him even if he messes up. Maybe he hears Kyungsoo’s babbling thoughts as he can feel Daddy’s love every time he thrusts in and meets Kyungsoo’s slight pushes.
Just a little more before he reaches his orgasm but Daddy cleverly pulls back, knowing his baby’s going to cum just from that while he’s nowhere near done. Kyungsoo whines without restraint.
The tears cascade from him again, the sweat mixing along. Daddy intertwines their hands. “I’m going to fuck you senseless now, baby,” is all the warning Kyungsoo needs before Daddy pounds into him mercilessly.
“Baby, oh fuck-you look so wonderful. Such a good boy you are,” Daddy keeps slamming his hips against him and theretheretherethere.
“Daddy,” He calls out, the last one lengthening into another moan. “Please-please,” he begs incoherently.
Daddy knows him better than he knows himself. “Tell me what you want. Since-ah, you’ve been a good boy for Daddy today.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t need to think as the words fall out of his mouth with a long groan. “I want you to fill me up to the brim Daddy, please. Plant your cum in me, please.”
Kyungsoo shivers from overstimulation as his Daddy keeps fucking him through his orgasm. With his hands behind his back, his face pressed against the sheets and his cock going soft. “Fuck. I love you, Soo-ah, baby.” Daddy says as he cums into him, shuddering at the way Kyungsoo milks his orgasm out, clenching his ass around Daddy.
Daddy brushes his baby’s sweaty bangs off his forehead to plant a sweet and lingering kiss. Kyungsoo loves the attention and the care his Daddy shows him and his tummy tingles with the warmth of Daddy’s love for him. He’s so lucky to have his Daddy.
“I love you more, Daddy.” Kyungsoo whines, feeling cum leak out of him. All the sacrifices are definitely worth it. He thinks, as Daddy slides out of him and hugs him tight, kisses him goodnight.
“I love you so very much.” He whispers to Kyungsoo, the stench of sex and perspiration the only thing Kyungsoo could remember before drifting off to sleep.