Baby Baby - Oneshot
Title: Baby Baby
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: adult content, age play/infantilism, abdl/diaper fetish, Daddy!kink, very mild urolagnia/watersports, light bondage
Summary: Luhan tries to come to terms with some of Sehun's weird fetishes and ends up wearing a diaper among other things.
a/n: wow another oneshot i’m on rollllll. and i get kinkier every time lol. requested by my followers on tumblr here, here, here, here and other places. enjoy!
When Luhan returned from practice that day he was angry. And annoyed and uncomfortable. But mostly angry. Maybe a little upset too.
He steered into the kitchen and spun around to look for his boyfriend, who he was sure was around there somewhere because he hadn’t joined them at practice today. He’d give Sehun an earful too, especially since all the other members had gone out to eat dinner together while Luhan had decided to head straight home. For many reasons. Mostly one.
Sehun had probably heard him come in and stopped in his tracks when he saw Luhan standing there, duffel bag flung over his shoulder and a frown on his lips in the middle of the kitchen. The taller made his way towards him with nothing but a smile, opening his arms to embrace him in a ‘welcome home’ gesture, but Luhan stepped back from him and dropped his bag to the floor with a loud clunk.
“How was practice?” Sehun tried feebly, dropping his hands down by his sides again and leaning against the kitchen counter instead while Luhan glared at him.
“Fucking fantastic,” Luhan sneered sarcastically, and Sehun just remained silent, already knowing what was coming for him. "I can’t believe you made me wear that thing the entire day! I felt like everyone was staring at me the whole time! And what if someone had actually seen it? I would be taunted for the rest of my life! I swear at least one of them noticed something..." Luhan’s angry expression quickly changed into an upset one, a pout coming forth followed by a characteristic slumping of his shoulders.
The diaper Sehun had ‘convinced’ his lover to wear that morning were extremely tight-fitting and the friction they created wasn't nice at all. Especially when Luhan was dancing all day. It only served to irritate his skin or give him a spontaneous erection. Usually both. He didn't know which one he hated more, though. But Sehun liked it when he wore them, and Luhan liked Sehun, and so he wore them for him from time to time, this time being the first he'd done so outside of the dorms. Sehun had been really excited about it.
"This is hands down the most humiliating thing I've done in my entire life," Luhan whined exasperatedly as he lifted his shirt up and peered at the hem of the diaper that peeked up from his loose sweats. Thank god he'd worn sweats in any case; it was ridiculously hard to hide something like that, and anything tighter would have been a pledge of suicide.
"What about that one time when-"
Luhan held his index finger up in the air while adjusting his outfit the best he could so that he wouldn't feel like he was a screaming embarrassment. "No. Shut up."
"Hey, don't give me lip," Sehun said, pushing off the counter and walking back over to Luhan, who was adjusting his ‘package’.
"Or what?" Luhan retorted, looking down and fiddling with the strings of his sweat pants and pulling them up slightly so no parts of the diaper could be seen.
"Or I'll introduce your ass to my belt. Well, more like re-acquaint."
"I don't have time for this,” Luhan groaned while throwing his head back, kicking his duffel back across the kitchen floor. “Ugh, why do you have to be so kinky?"
"You love it."
"Do not."
"Do too. 'Oh fuck me with your big, hard cock, Daddy, give it to me good!'"
Luhan glared at him so intently it almost made Sehun cower, but he held his ground.
"So this is the thanks I get for being your little kink release all day? More embarrassment? Does it ever end?" Luhan threw his towel from practice into the laundry basket at the other end of the room angrily. He didn’t miss this time.
The next second he stormed past Sehun and headed for their bedroom, groaning and complaining some more on the way which Sehun barely registered. The younger followed him in, staying in the opening of the door as he watched Luhan begin to pull off his pants, yanking at the legs in frustration and kicking them down like they were some sort of freak contraption.
Sehun stepped up to him and took a gentle hold of his hand, which had been about to start hacking and ripping at the Pampers Easy-Ups that were snugly hugging his waist, baby blue patterns decorating the soft white. "Now now, just calm down and let me change you, okay?”
Luhan scoffed and tried turning away, snapping out a childish, “I can do it myself.”
Sehun chuckled, reaching for the side flaps of the diaper and beginning to undo them. “No, you can’t.”
He pulled at the sticky strips and ripped them from the rest of the diaper, circling his hand around Luhan’s waist to hold him steady why he worked. They came off surprisingly easy, and Luhan’s arms automatically flew up to his shoulders to steady himself while Sehun started to pry them off.
“How many times did you go?” The younger asked while Luhan tried to wiggle his thighs a little to help shimmy them down.
Luhan blushed, leaning his head on Sehun’s shoulder. “Once.”
Sehun quirked an eyebrow at him. “Just once?”
“I had a hard time with it. I don’t know.”
Luhan made a weird noise at the back of his throat as Sehun accidentally brushed by his member, and before either of them knew it Luhan was wetting the floor in a small, persistent stream. Luhan clutched on to Sehun tighter, whining into his shoulder as his bladder emptied itself. It stopped almost as fast as it had started, and Luhan’s knees wobbled slightly.
"Whoa, baby..." Sehun peered at Luhan’s face, then down to the mess he’d just made, and then to the diapers he’d already wet that day.
"I'm losing bladder control, you asshole," Luhan finally spat as he stared shamefully down at his legs that had trails of urine running down them, and the little pool that had formed on the floor by his feet. He pulled his arms off Sehun and made a face as he shook his legs to get some of the wetness off.
“It’s fine, let’s go wash you off,” Sehun said warmly and tugged on Luhan’s arm to pull him towards the bathroom.
“No it’s not fine, soon I’m going to have to do potty training because you keep wanting me to be a baby,” Luhan complained, but followed after him nonetheless.
“I don’t want you to be a baby-”
“Don’t lie to me,” Luhan said, moving to stand in the bathtub while Sehun reached for the shower and turned on the water, testing it for the right temperature. Luhan pulled off his t-shirt and flung it somewhere on the floor, shivering a little where he stood from being wet and naked and exposed to the cold air in the bathroom all at the same time. “Go snatch a real one from a crib before I have to suffer any more.”
Sehun sighed, finding a satisfying temperature and sitting down on a small stool by the bathtub, reaching for Luhan’s hand. “I’m serious, Lu, I just think it’s cute. You like it too, though,” he commented, his head down in concentration as he began washing his boyfriend, beams of water hitting his skin and removing the stains from earlier, until all that was there were clear water droplets.
Luhan didn’t say anything to that. He just stood still and reached for the bottle of soap behind him, squeezing out a healthy amount into his palm spreading it out over both hands. He ran his soapy palms up and down both his legs, scrubbing hard to make sure he cleaned himself properly, while Sehun held the shower head so that it wet Luhan’s thighs continuously, watching the older work.
“Are you mad?” Sehun asked, his voice soft and almost apologetic.
Luhan looked up from his scrubbing briefly before he turned back to it, making sure to get under his feet and by his calves and ankles as well. Even in between his toes. He didn’t want any remnants of it anywhere. “No.”
Sehun beamed at him, moving the water up and down where Luhan’s hands had trailed to wash away the white suds that adorned his thighs prettily. Luhan kept scrubbing like his life depended on it.
“You missed a spot,” Sehun remarked, pointing to a vague area of Luhan’s lower body, and Luhan followed the aim with his eyes cluelessly. “Where?” He asked, confused.
Sehun smirked, and reached his arm out, splaying his palm over Luhan’s wet inner thigh and running it up slowly until it cupped his crotch, where he applied extra pressure. “Here.”
Luhan’s breath hitched, and he had to grab onto Sehun’s shoulders again to steady himself lest he slip and fall to his death on the porcelain surface.
“Stop!”
Sehun squeezed him once, and could already feel Luhan beginning to harden. The latter let out a strangled moan, clutching Sehun’s shoulder so hard his nails were practically digging into his skin through his shirt.
“Don’t you want me to reward you for being a good baby?” Sehun asked.
He took the silence that followed as a good enough approval, and leaned over the to turn off the shower, still squeezing Luhan’s stiffening member and keeping eye contact with him.
“Did you think of me today, when you were wearing it?” He patiently waited for an answer, giving the shaft another light squeeze. Luhan just bit his lip and leaned his head forward, bracing himself against Sehun’s shoulder like he was falling apart. Which he was. “Come on, I bet you wanted Daddy there with you to give you attention, am I right?”
“I wanted you there to change me because it started feeling gross.”
“Good enough.” Sehun stopped squeezing him, and Luhan whined, pushing his hips forward to get back some much desired friction.
“Please...” Luhan said quietly, hoping Sehun would get the hint and just help him get off already.
Sehun didn’t look like he was planning to, and he just got up and dried his wet hands off on a spare towel. “I have to feed you first,” he said calmly, motioning for Luhan to follow him out of the bathroom with a movement of his hand.
“I’m not hungry,” Luhan protested stubbornly, rooted to his spot in the bathtub with balled fists. “And stop patronizing me.”
Sehun clicked his tongue at him and shook his head. “I’ll give you to the count of three.”
Luhan frowned, remaining in place.
Sehun put a hand on his hip, before stressing, “One.”
Luhan still didn’t move, but his eyes grew wary. He looked like he was highly insulted but weighing in one the consequences of going against Sehun’s wishes.
“Two.”
Luhan gave up after two, quickly climbing out of the bathtub and scurrying over to Sehun while almost slipping on the tiled floors because of his wet feet. Sehun caught him before he met the ground, pulling him up. “Careful.”
“Don’t pretend to be nice,” Luhan said, letting himself be pulled back to the bedroom and practically shoved down to his knees on the carpeted floor. He felt ridiculous sitting there naked with his body half wet. If any of the members came home at around this time he was so screwed.
“I’m lovely,” Sehun corrected him, heading out of the room for a few seconds while Luhan sat there and twiddled his thumbs. Luhan really wasn’t hungry though; he’d already had some snacks after the last run of their MAMA special stage. But if Sehun wanted to feed him that bad then he was just going to have to entertain him.
Sehun popped back in with something in his hands and Luhan craned his neck upwards to try and see what it was. When Sehun folded out what looked like a cloth but wasn’t a cloth, Luhan scrunched up his nose, realizing what it was.
“Oh my god.”
Sehun just smiled at him, like he always did, and crouched down to Luhan’s level with the thing in his hands, bringing it dangerously close to Luhan’s face.
“Are you fucking bibbing me?” Luhan asked, leaning his head back slightly to increase the distance between him and the thing. The bib was baby pink and had a yellow duck on it, exactly like ones he’d seen his baby cousins wear when they were fed baby food in China. “What could I possibly be eating to solicit one of those?”
Sehun chuckled to himself and leaned forward to put it on him, buttoning it at the back of Luhan’s neck and fixing it out nicely over his bare chest, making sure there were no folds or crinkles on the cute surface. Luhan tried to resist ripping it off and just stayed completely still on the floor with slight curiosity keeping him there.
“Ready for your treat?” Sehun asked, and Luhan carefully shrugged his shoulders, wondering what Sehun had in store for him.
His question was answered a second later when Sehun reached down and started undoing his pants, pulling the button open and the zipper down until he reached it and fished out his hard dick, giving it a few lazy pumps before smirking in Luhan’s direction. Luhan didn’t even know how he’d missed seeing the bulge in Sehun’s pants from the get-go. He rolled his eyes and turned his head to the side as his cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of crimson.
“Why didn’t you just say you wanted a blow job?”
“It’s not a blowjob. I’m feeding you milk. Open up, baby boy.”
Luhan wanted to slap him and get up from the floor while tearing the bib off, but before he could Sehun had aligned the tip of his dick with Luhan’s closed lips and sunk his hand into his soft hair as he gripped the back of his head and pushed him forward. Luhan’s lips parted when the head nudged in between them, and soon he’d taken in most of it, Sehun pushing him forward as far as he could go.
Luhan gave in and close his eyes, swallowing around the length and moving his tongue ever so slightly, which resulted in a loud groan escaping Sehun’s mouth. He let Sehun push his head down on him, pulling back only when he felt it hit the back of his throat and his gag reflex kicked in. He gasped and coughed as he pulled off, wiping some spit from his chin that had spilled out.
“Show me how good you are, baby. Suck it hard so you can get your milk.”
Luhan didn’t know whether he wanted to slap Sehun’s shin or punch him in the dick or keep going, but Sehun’s words made his cock twitch undeniably and he found himself leaning forward while bracing his hands on Sehun’s hips, licking the tip in a slow drag. He set to work soon after, taking more and more in and sucking eagerly, moving his head back and forth as he fell into and easy rhythm that he’d been through many times before. Sehun hand came back to his head, but not to push him. It was just resting there, and he felt his hair being stroked while he sucked, hollowing his cheeks slightly to try and get it just right, wanting to make Sehun come really good so that he would be praised. He used a hand to help too, wrapping it around the base of Sehun’s dick and moving it the same way he was moving his mouth.
Sehun groaned above him, unable to stop his hips from instinctively rocking forwards into the incredible heat, though Luhan was able to hold him back some with the firm hands on his hips. Luhan’s small tongue was massaging the underside of his cock, working wonders and pulling him closer and closer to his release. It was with a last hard suck and slurping sound that Sehun came, shooting his release straight into Luhan’s mouth, Luhan pulled back at the onslaught and coughed a little, some come leaking out of his mouth and spilling over his lips only to drip down his chin. Sehun grinned in satisfaction as he watched some of the saliva and come make its way down to the protective bib Luhan had around his neck, the red and sore lips he’d also gotten making Luhan look utterly defiled where he sat on the floor.
“What do you say?” He asked Luhan, who was wiping his chin off with his forearm.
Luhan coughed one more time before he mumbled, “Thank you,” looking up at Sehun with genuine eyes. Sehun was more than ready to return the favor for his skilled little lover.
He bent down and pulled Luhan up into his arms, carrying him over to the bed. He laid him down on the mattress carefully and climbed over him to press their lips together, Luhan’s still wet and carrying the faint taste of his release.
"What do you want, baby?" He asked into Luhan’s ear as he pulled away from his mouth, running one hand down the length of his body and creamy skin.
Luhan bucked his hips up against his hand. "Fuck me..."
"Hmm no, try again,” Sehun pressed, leaning down and taking one of his pert nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and nipping at it slightly. Luhan moaned, his hands coming up and gripping his hair.
As soon as they did, Sehun pulled away, shaking his head with a click of his tongue and reaching into the drawer of his bedside table for his conveniently placed restraints. They were black and strong, and Sehun made quick work of tying Luhan’s hands to the headboard with them, no give in the knot he’d made. Luhan squirmed a little, moving his wrists around in slight discomfort.
“Now try again.”
"Please fuck me?" Luhan tried, looking up at Sehun hopefully and begging it was the magic word because he was so hard he felt like he would burst.
"Almost there,” Sehun assured him.
"Nooo," Luhan whined, understanding what Sehun was waiting for. "My dignity..."
"You have none,” Sehun dismissed, planting his arms on either side of Luhan’s face. “Now, do you want dick or do you want everything you've done today to go to waste?"
"Fine,” the smaller muttered, taking a deep breath. “Please...Daddy."
"Good choice."
Sehun bent his head down to Luhan’s strained dick and swallowed him whole, sucking on his heated flesh hard. Luhan almost screamed, bucking up like crazy.
"Daddy," he moaned, arching up into the wet heat of Sehun's mouth. "Please."
Sehun's hands on his hips forced him down while he slid his lips along the length of Luhan's strained cock. He sucked hard on just the head, his cheeks hollowing for a short moment, before pulling off completely. Luhan whimpered at the loss.
"Say it again." Sehun's eyes were nearly black from what Luhan could see in the bright room; his face stark with need, leached of all color.
"Please," Luhan choked out. He squirmed in Sehun's hold, trying to push his hips up. If he had the use of his hands they'd be buried in Sehun's hair, carelessly pulling, which was, of course, why they were so conveniently bound to the headboard, where they couldn't disturb Sehun's concentration.
"Please," Luhan repeated with more urgency when he found Sehun only staring at him. "Come on, please."
Sehun's lips were so near to Luhan's cock, his each exhalation becoming a teasing puff of warm breath on cooling, saliva-slicked skin. Luhan whined again and tried to push back into the mouth, but Sehun's hands held him firmly in place.
"Not that part," Sehun said, with a swift shake of his head that sent sweat drops flying and threw hair out of his eyes.
Luhan caught on and instantly went to give Sehun what he wanted, desperate to be touched. "Daddy," he moaned, looking straight into Sehun's eyes. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please. Suck me, Fuck me. Anything. Please, Daddy."
Sehun crawled up the length of Luhan's body, loose-limbed and controlled as a jungle cat, all muscle and sinew under sweat-slicked skin. He crowded in close, not even an inch between them, nuzzling his nose against the underside of Luhan's jaw. Luhan spread his legs to give Sehun more room to settle while a warm, heavy weight pressed him deep into the soft mattress. Sehun's cock made itself comfortably at home between Luhan's asscheeks, while Luhan's was pinned between their stomachs, hot and heavy and begging for release.
"Say it again," Sehun growled. "Until you forget my name."
Luhan panted, struggling to breathe through his lust-soaked mind that was finally catching up with how much he liked that word; how much it turned him on.
"Daddy," he gasped. He bucked his hips, frantic now. But Sehun just rode it out, his grin little more than a baring of teeth.
Luhan was about to scream the word, when suddenly Sehun pulled back, all the way back, until he was sitting up on the bed and then making his way off it.
"Sehun-"
"I said forget my name."
Luhan groaned and pulled at his wrists in distress. "Daddy..."
Sehun wasn't paying attention to him, he was busy rummaging inside a drawer, pulling stuff out and casting it aside, before diving right back in again.
Luhan bucked up off the mattress, trying to get any friction possible to his leaking dick, which was close to hopeless. He settled for rubbing his ass against the sheets, gurgling with need as he writhed on the bed.
Sehun had found what he was looking for and came back over, Luhan instantly stilling as he turned around.
The taller waved something in his face and Luhan focused on the object long enough to identify what it was. A pacifier. A small yellow one. Before he knew it, it was pressed up against his lips with less than ample warning.
"Suck it, you little baby," came Sehun's heavy voice.
"Daddy-" Luhan opened his mouth to complain, even using his desired name, but as soon as his lips had opened Sehun shoved the pacifier in and held it there
He wanted to ask how long Sehun had had that thing lying around in their drawer; how long he'd even been wanting to use it, but there was no time, because the head of Sehun's cock rubbed teasingly against his opening. Luhan whined and spread his legs further, pushing his ass up to take it, but Sehun only pulled back once more, until they were barely touching anywhere at all.
"Say it now."
Luhan went completely still at the desperate tone of Sehun's voice. His thoughts raced, unfocused, subsumed by the need raging in his gut and the fierce light in Sehun's eyes.
"Please, Lu," Sehun added, voice breaking in the sudden hush between them.
"D-daddy." The word felt huge and suffocating in his mouth next to the pacifier, coming out severely muffled by the thing. But he assumed that was what Sehun wanted. He had never felt younger; his obstructed voice sending pangs of heavy submission to his brain, immersing him even further in the role. "Please, Daddy."
His cheeks burned. Sehun's hands came up to cup his face, thumbs rubbing across the patches of pink that were no doubt blooming over his cheekbones.
"That's my good boy," Sehun said. His eyes burned with something similar to joy, though it was hard to tell through the lights blurring in Luhan's vision, a kaleidoscope of shimmering white with Sehun at its center as the built up frustration got the better of him.
"Shh, don't cry." Sehun thumbed his unprecedented tears away, then pressed a kiss to Luhan's warm nose. "Daddy's got you, baby."
Luhan didn't even care that he was crying; he was far too in character to even notice or feel embarrassed.
"Mhm," He just sounded out from behind the pacifier, closing his eyes and relaxing all his muscles. It became easier every time they did it, until at some point, as always, it felt natural.
"I love you, Daddy. I love you," he gurgled out, his mind blank and only focused on the warm feeling in his chest and in his lower region.
And he said it again, and again, and kept saying those same words until they completely filled his head, leaving no room for anything like pride or shame. He chanted them through the burn when Sehun pushed his way inside, stretching Luhan's hole wider with every rocking thrust of his hips, unsure even of when Sehun had had the time to coat his dick with lube. He couldn't even remember Sehun stretching him out. Maybe he’d forgotten it.
Luhan moaned in pleasure as Sehun pushed in and out of him, so intense a feeling that Luhan balled his hands into fists and clenched the bedding in his hands as Sehun began to thrust, slow at first before steadily getting faster and more vigorous, rocking Luhan into the bed at the force of his movements, all the while murmuring endearments and calling Luhan his beautiful baby boy.
Luhan panted around his pacifier as his prostate was brushed repeatedly by the head of Sehun’s cock, sharp jolts of pleasure rippling through him. He looked up and saw the way Sehun was looking at him and he cried out as he felt his strong hands gripping his hips when Sehun began to pound in even more forcefully, rocking with such force that the headboard hit the wall over and over and made the loudest sounds that almost drowned out their skin slapping against each other or the both of them moaning in the haze of bliss. They were slicked with sweat by now, warm and wrecked.
Luhan mumbled the words against Sehun's shoulder when Sehun shouted his release, coating Luhan's insides with warm jets of his come. He screamed them once he found his own, his eyes rolling back in his head as he prepared to explode between them, limbs twitching and all.
"Daddy!" Luhan's voice raised to a high, thin, little-boy scream when he finally came. He wasn't sure whether the spots that swam behind his tight-shut eyelids were from the unparalleled force of his orgasm, or just afterimages of lights dazzling his eyes. All he knew was that he couldn't stop shaking, shuddering his way through the longest climax of his life.
A moan right next to his ear drew him back down to earth. He opened his eyes and stared, wide and gasping, while Sehun moved down to his tummy and licked at the release there, swallowing down every single drop that stained his skin, then carefully kissing the tip of his softening dick. When Luhan whimpered at the touch of Sehun's lips against his over-sensitized flesh, Sehun smiled and drew back.
"That's my good boy," Sehun said. His voice was a mere raw scrape of sound grating through his throat, making it gruff and appealing. He pressed a kiss against Luhan's inner thigh, then crawled up to release Luhan's wrists. He kissed the abraded skin and murmured something against them both before settling in against Luhan's side. He flung his arm over Luhan's waist, pulling him in, overwhelming him; drowning him in heat of afterglow.
"My good boy," Sehun murmured once more, accompanied by a little wink that Luhan picked up on, Sehun’s voice thick with sleep. "Daddy loves you too, baby."
Luhan decided that maybe he could get used to this.
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: adult content, age play/infantilism, abdl/diaper fetish, Daddy!kink, very mild urolagnia/watersports, light bondage
Summary: Luhan tries to come to terms with some of Sehun's weird fetishes and ends up wearing a diaper among other things.
a/n: wow another oneshot i’m on rollllll. and i get kinkier every time lol. requested by my followers on tumblr here, here, here, here and other places. enjoy!
When Luhan returned from practice that day he was angry. And annoyed and uncomfortable. But mostly angry. Maybe a little upset too.
He steered into the kitchen and spun around to look for his boyfriend, who he was sure was around there somewhere because he hadn’t joined them at practice today. He’d give Sehun an earful too, especially since all the other members had gone out to eat dinner together while Luhan had decided to head straight home. For many reasons. Mostly one.
Sehun had probably heard him come in and stopped in his tracks when he saw Luhan standing there, duffel bag flung over his shoulder and a frown on his lips in the middle of the kitchen. The taller made his way towards him with nothing but a smile, opening his arms to embrace him in a ‘welcome home’ gesture, but Luhan stepped back from him and dropped his bag to the floor with a loud clunk.
“How was practice?” Sehun tried feebly, dropping his hands down by his sides again and leaning against the kitchen counter instead while Luhan glared at him.
“Fucking fantastic,” Luhan sneered sarcastically, and Sehun just remained silent, already knowing what was coming for him. "I can’t believe you made me wear that thing the entire day! I felt like everyone was staring at me the whole time! And what if someone had actually seen it? I would be taunted for the rest of my life! I swear at least one of them noticed something..." Luhan’s angry expression quickly changed into an upset one, a pout coming forth followed by a characteristic slumping of his shoulders.
The diaper Sehun had ‘convinced’ his lover to wear that morning were extremely tight-fitting and the friction they created wasn't nice at all. Especially when Luhan was dancing all day. It only served to irritate his skin or give him a spontaneous erection. Usually both. He didn't know which one he hated more, though. But Sehun liked it when he wore them, and Luhan liked Sehun, and so he wore them for him from time to time, this time being the first he'd done so outside of the dorms. Sehun had been really excited about it.
"This is hands down the most humiliating thing I've done in my entire life," Luhan whined exasperatedly as he lifted his shirt up and peered at the hem of the diaper that peeked up from his loose sweats. Thank god he'd worn sweats in any case; it was ridiculously hard to hide something like that, and anything tighter would have been a pledge of suicide.
"What about that one time when-"
Luhan held his index finger up in the air while adjusting his outfit the best he could so that he wouldn't feel like he was a screaming embarrassment. "No. Shut up."
"Hey, don't give me lip," Sehun said, pushing off the counter and walking back over to Luhan, who was adjusting his ‘package’.
"Or what?" Luhan retorted, looking down and fiddling with the strings of his sweat pants and pulling them up slightly so no parts of the diaper could be seen.
"Or I'll introduce your ass to my belt. Well, more like re-acquaint."
"I don't have time for this,” Luhan groaned while throwing his head back, kicking his duffel back across the kitchen floor. “Ugh, why do you have to be so kinky?"
"You love it."
"Do not."
"Do too. 'Oh fuck me with your big, hard cock, Daddy, give it to me good!'"
Luhan glared at him so intently it almost made Sehun cower, but he held his ground.
"So this is the thanks I get for being your little kink release all day? More embarrassment? Does it ever end?" Luhan threw his towel from practice into the laundry basket at the other end of the room angrily. He didn’t miss this time.
The next second he stormed past Sehun and headed for their bedroom, groaning and complaining some more on the way which Sehun barely registered. The younger followed him in, staying in the opening of the door as he watched Luhan begin to pull off his pants, yanking at the legs in frustration and kicking them down like they were some sort of freak contraption.
Sehun stepped up to him and took a gentle hold of his hand, which had been about to start hacking and ripping at the Pampers Easy-Ups that were snugly hugging his waist, baby blue patterns decorating the soft white. "Now now, just calm down and let me change you, okay?”
Luhan scoffed and tried turning away, snapping out a childish, “I can do it myself.”
Sehun chuckled, reaching for the side flaps of the diaper and beginning to undo them. “No, you can’t.”
He pulled at the sticky strips and ripped them from the rest of the diaper, circling his hand around Luhan’s waist to hold him steady why he worked. They came off surprisingly easy, and Luhan’s arms automatically flew up to his shoulders to steady himself while Sehun started to pry them off.
“How many times did you go?” The younger asked while Luhan tried to wiggle his thighs a little to help shimmy them down.
Luhan blushed, leaning his head on Sehun’s shoulder. “Once.”
Sehun quirked an eyebrow at him. “Just once?”
“I had a hard time with it. I don’t know.”
Luhan made a weird noise at the back of his throat as Sehun accidentally brushed by his member, and before either of them knew it Luhan was wetting the floor in a small, persistent stream. Luhan clutched on to Sehun tighter, whining into his shoulder as his bladder emptied itself. It stopped almost as fast as it had started, and Luhan’s knees wobbled slightly.
"Whoa, baby..." Sehun peered at Luhan’s face, then down to the mess he’d just made, and then to the diapers he’d already wet that day.
"I'm losing bladder control, you asshole," Luhan finally spat as he stared shamefully down at his legs that had trails of urine running down them, and the little pool that had formed on the floor by his feet. He pulled his arms off Sehun and made a face as he shook his legs to get some of the wetness off.
“It’s fine, let’s go wash you off,” Sehun said warmly and tugged on Luhan’s arm to pull him towards the bathroom.
“No it’s not fine, soon I’m going to have to do potty training because you keep wanting me to be a baby,” Luhan complained, but followed after him nonetheless.
“I don’t want you to be a baby-”
“Don’t lie to me,” Luhan said, moving to stand in the bathtub while Sehun reached for the shower and turned on the water, testing it for the right temperature. Luhan pulled off his t-shirt and flung it somewhere on the floor, shivering a little where he stood from being wet and naked and exposed to the cold air in the bathroom all at the same time. “Go snatch a real one from a crib before I have to suffer any more.”
Sehun sighed, finding a satisfying temperature and sitting down on a small stool by the bathtub, reaching for Luhan’s hand. “I’m serious, Lu, I just think it’s cute. You like it too, though,” he commented, his head down in concentration as he began washing his boyfriend, beams of water hitting his skin and removing the stains from earlier, until all that was there were clear water droplets.
Luhan didn’t say anything to that. He just stood still and reached for the bottle of soap behind him, squeezing out a healthy amount into his palm spreading it out over both hands. He ran his soapy palms up and down both his legs, scrubbing hard to make sure he cleaned himself properly, while Sehun held the shower head so that it wet Luhan’s thighs continuously, watching the older work.
“Are you mad?” Sehun asked, his voice soft and almost apologetic.
Luhan looked up from his scrubbing briefly before he turned back to it, making sure to get under his feet and by his calves and ankles as well. Even in between his toes. He didn’t want any remnants of it anywhere. “No.”
Sehun beamed at him, moving the water up and down where Luhan’s hands had trailed to wash away the white suds that adorned his thighs prettily. Luhan kept scrubbing like his life depended on it.
“You missed a spot,” Sehun remarked, pointing to a vague area of Luhan’s lower body, and Luhan followed the aim with his eyes cluelessly. “Where?” He asked, confused.
Sehun smirked, and reached his arm out, splaying his palm over Luhan’s wet inner thigh and running it up slowly until it cupped his crotch, where he applied extra pressure. “Here.”
Luhan’s breath hitched, and he had to grab onto Sehun’s shoulders again to steady himself lest he slip and fall to his death on the porcelain surface.
“Stop!”
Sehun squeezed him once, and could already feel Luhan beginning to harden. The latter let out a strangled moan, clutching Sehun’s shoulder so hard his nails were practically digging into his skin through his shirt.
“Don’t you want me to reward you for being a good baby?” Sehun asked.
He took the silence that followed as a good enough approval, and leaned over the to turn off the shower, still squeezing Luhan’s stiffening member and keeping eye contact with him.
“Did you think of me today, when you were wearing it?” He patiently waited for an answer, giving the shaft another light squeeze. Luhan just bit his lip and leaned his head forward, bracing himself against Sehun’s shoulder like he was falling apart. Which he was. “Come on, I bet you wanted Daddy there with you to give you attention, am I right?”
“I wanted you there to change me because it started feeling gross.”
“Good enough.” Sehun stopped squeezing him, and Luhan whined, pushing his hips forward to get back some much desired friction.
“Please...” Luhan said quietly, hoping Sehun would get the hint and just help him get off already.
Sehun didn’t look like he was planning to, and he just got up and dried his wet hands off on a spare towel. “I have to feed you first,” he said calmly, motioning for Luhan to follow him out of the bathroom with a movement of his hand.
“I’m not hungry,” Luhan protested stubbornly, rooted to his spot in the bathtub with balled fists. “And stop patronizing me.”
Sehun clicked his tongue at him and shook his head. “I’ll give you to the count of three.”
Luhan frowned, remaining in place.
Sehun put a hand on his hip, before stressing, “One.”
Luhan still didn’t move, but his eyes grew wary. He looked like he was highly insulted but weighing in one the consequences of going against Sehun’s wishes.
“Two.”
Luhan gave up after two, quickly climbing out of the bathtub and scurrying over to Sehun while almost slipping on the tiled floors because of his wet feet. Sehun caught him before he met the ground, pulling him up. “Careful.”
“Don’t pretend to be nice,” Luhan said, letting himself be pulled back to the bedroom and practically shoved down to his knees on the carpeted floor. He felt ridiculous sitting there naked with his body half wet. If any of the members came home at around this time he was so screwed.
“I’m lovely,” Sehun corrected him, heading out of the room for a few seconds while Luhan sat there and twiddled his thumbs. Luhan really wasn’t hungry though; he’d already had some snacks after the last run of their MAMA special stage. But if Sehun wanted to feed him that bad then he was just going to have to entertain him.
Sehun popped back in with something in his hands and Luhan craned his neck upwards to try and see what it was. When Sehun folded out what looked like a cloth but wasn’t a cloth, Luhan scrunched up his nose, realizing what it was.
“Oh my god.”
Sehun just smiled at him, like he always did, and crouched down to Luhan’s level with the thing in his hands, bringing it dangerously close to Luhan’s face.
“Are you fucking bibbing me?” Luhan asked, leaning his head back slightly to increase the distance between him and the thing. The bib was baby pink and had a yellow duck on it, exactly like ones he’d seen his baby cousins wear when they were fed baby food in China. “What could I possibly be eating to solicit one of those?”
Sehun chuckled to himself and leaned forward to put it on him, buttoning it at the back of Luhan’s neck and fixing it out nicely over his bare chest, making sure there were no folds or crinkles on the cute surface. Luhan tried to resist ripping it off and just stayed completely still on the floor with slight curiosity keeping him there.
“Ready for your treat?” Sehun asked, and Luhan carefully shrugged his shoulders, wondering what Sehun had in store for him.
His question was answered a second later when Sehun reached down and started undoing his pants, pulling the button open and the zipper down until he reached it and fished out his hard dick, giving it a few lazy pumps before smirking in Luhan’s direction. Luhan didn’t even know how he’d missed seeing the bulge in Sehun’s pants from the get-go. He rolled his eyes and turned his head to the side as his cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of crimson.
“Why didn’t you just say you wanted a blow job?”
“It’s not a blowjob. I’m feeding you milk. Open up, baby boy.”
Luhan wanted to slap him and get up from the floor while tearing the bib off, but before he could Sehun had aligned the tip of his dick with Luhan’s closed lips and sunk his hand into his soft hair as he gripped the back of his head and pushed him forward. Luhan’s lips parted when the head nudged in between them, and soon he’d taken in most of it, Sehun pushing him forward as far as he could go.
Luhan gave in and close his eyes, swallowing around the length and moving his tongue ever so slightly, which resulted in a loud groan escaping Sehun’s mouth. He let Sehun push his head down on him, pulling back only when he felt it hit the back of his throat and his gag reflex kicked in. He gasped and coughed as he pulled off, wiping some spit from his chin that had spilled out.
“Show me how good you are, baby. Suck it hard so you can get your milk.”
Luhan didn’t know whether he wanted to slap Sehun’s shin or punch him in the dick or keep going, but Sehun’s words made his cock twitch undeniably and he found himself leaning forward while bracing his hands on Sehun’s hips, licking the tip in a slow drag. He set to work soon after, taking more and more in and sucking eagerly, moving his head back and forth as he fell into and easy rhythm that he’d been through many times before. Sehun hand came back to his head, but not to push him. It was just resting there, and he felt his hair being stroked while he sucked, hollowing his cheeks slightly to try and get it just right, wanting to make Sehun come really good so that he would be praised. He used a hand to help too, wrapping it around the base of Sehun’s dick and moving it the same way he was moving his mouth.
Sehun groaned above him, unable to stop his hips from instinctively rocking forwards into the incredible heat, though Luhan was able to hold him back some with the firm hands on his hips. Luhan’s small tongue was massaging the underside of his cock, working wonders and pulling him closer and closer to his release. It was with a last hard suck and slurping sound that Sehun came, shooting his release straight into Luhan’s mouth, Luhan pulled back at the onslaught and coughed a little, some come leaking out of his mouth and spilling over his lips only to drip down his chin. Sehun grinned in satisfaction as he watched some of the saliva and come make its way down to the protective bib Luhan had around his neck, the red and sore lips he’d also gotten making Luhan look utterly defiled where he sat on the floor.
“What do you say?” He asked Luhan, who was wiping his chin off with his forearm.
Luhan coughed one more time before he mumbled, “Thank you,” looking up at Sehun with genuine eyes. Sehun was more than ready to return the favor for his skilled little lover.
He bent down and pulled Luhan up into his arms, carrying him over to the bed. He laid him down on the mattress carefully and climbed over him to press their lips together, Luhan’s still wet and carrying the faint taste of his release.
"What do you want, baby?" He asked into Luhan’s ear as he pulled away from his mouth, running one hand down the length of his body and creamy skin.
Luhan bucked his hips up against his hand. "Fuck me..."
"Hmm no, try again,” Sehun pressed, leaning down and taking one of his pert nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and nipping at it slightly. Luhan moaned, his hands coming up and gripping his hair.
As soon as they did, Sehun pulled away, shaking his head with a click of his tongue and reaching into the drawer of his bedside table for his conveniently placed restraints. They were black and strong, and Sehun made quick work of tying Luhan’s hands to the headboard with them, no give in the knot he’d made. Luhan squirmed a little, moving his wrists around in slight discomfort.
“Now try again.”
"Please fuck me?" Luhan tried, looking up at Sehun hopefully and begging it was the magic word because he was so hard he felt like he would burst.
"Almost there,” Sehun assured him.
"Nooo," Luhan whined, understanding what Sehun was waiting for. "My dignity..."
"You have none,” Sehun dismissed, planting his arms on either side of Luhan’s face. “Now, do you want dick or do you want everything you've done today to go to waste?"
"Fine,” the smaller muttered, taking a deep breath. “Please...Daddy."
"Good choice."
Sehun bent his head down to Luhan’s strained dick and swallowed him whole, sucking on his heated flesh hard. Luhan almost screamed, bucking up like crazy.
"Daddy," he moaned, arching up into the wet heat of Sehun's mouth. "Please."
Sehun's hands on his hips forced him down while he slid his lips along the length of Luhan's strained cock. He sucked hard on just the head, his cheeks hollowing for a short moment, before pulling off completely. Luhan whimpered at the loss.
"Say it again." Sehun's eyes were nearly black from what Luhan could see in the bright room; his face stark with need, leached of all color.
"Please," Luhan choked out. He squirmed in Sehun's hold, trying to push his hips up. If he had the use of his hands they'd be buried in Sehun's hair, carelessly pulling, which was, of course, why they were so conveniently bound to the headboard, where they couldn't disturb Sehun's concentration.
"Please," Luhan repeated with more urgency when he found Sehun only staring at him. "Come on, please."
Sehun's lips were so near to Luhan's cock, his each exhalation becoming a teasing puff of warm breath on cooling, saliva-slicked skin. Luhan whined again and tried to push back into the mouth, but Sehun's hands held him firmly in place.
"Not that part," Sehun said, with a swift shake of his head that sent sweat drops flying and threw hair out of his eyes.
Luhan caught on and instantly went to give Sehun what he wanted, desperate to be touched. "Daddy," he moaned, looking straight into Sehun's eyes. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please. Suck me, Fuck me. Anything. Please, Daddy."
Sehun crawled up the length of Luhan's body, loose-limbed and controlled as a jungle cat, all muscle and sinew under sweat-slicked skin. He crowded in close, not even an inch between them, nuzzling his nose against the underside of Luhan's jaw. Luhan spread his legs to give Sehun more room to settle while a warm, heavy weight pressed him deep into the soft mattress. Sehun's cock made itself comfortably at home between Luhan's asscheeks, while Luhan's was pinned between their stomachs, hot and heavy and begging for release.
"Say it again," Sehun growled. "Until you forget my name."
Luhan panted, struggling to breathe through his lust-soaked mind that was finally catching up with how much he liked that word; how much it turned him on.
"Daddy," he gasped. He bucked his hips, frantic now. But Sehun just rode it out, his grin little more than a baring of teeth.
Luhan was about to scream the word, when suddenly Sehun pulled back, all the way back, until he was sitting up on the bed and then making his way off it.
"Sehun-"
"I said forget my name."
Luhan groaned and pulled at his wrists in distress. "Daddy..."
Sehun wasn't paying attention to him, he was busy rummaging inside a drawer, pulling stuff out and casting it aside, before diving right back in again.
Luhan bucked up off the mattress, trying to get any friction possible to his leaking dick, which was close to hopeless. He settled for rubbing his ass against the sheets, gurgling with need as he writhed on the bed.
Sehun had found what he was looking for and came back over, Luhan instantly stilling as he turned around.
The taller waved something in his face and Luhan focused on the object long enough to identify what it was. A pacifier. A small yellow one. Before he knew it, it was pressed up against his lips with less than ample warning.
"Suck it, you little baby," came Sehun's heavy voice.
"Daddy-" Luhan opened his mouth to complain, even using his desired name, but as soon as his lips had opened Sehun shoved the pacifier in and held it there
He wanted to ask how long Sehun had had that thing lying around in their drawer; how long he'd even been wanting to use it, but there was no time, because the head of Sehun's cock rubbed teasingly against his opening. Luhan whined and spread his legs further, pushing his ass up to take it, but Sehun only pulled back once more, until they were barely touching anywhere at all.
"Say it now."
Luhan went completely still at the desperate tone of Sehun's voice. His thoughts raced, unfocused, subsumed by the need raging in his gut and the fierce light in Sehun's eyes.
"Please, Lu," Sehun added, voice breaking in the sudden hush between them.
"D-daddy." The word felt huge and suffocating in his mouth next to the pacifier, coming out severely muffled by the thing. But he assumed that was what Sehun wanted. He had never felt younger; his obstructed voice sending pangs of heavy submission to his brain, immersing him even further in the role. "Please, Daddy."
His cheeks burned. Sehun's hands came up to cup his face, thumbs rubbing across the patches of pink that were no doubt blooming over his cheekbones.
"That's my good boy," Sehun said. His eyes burned with something similar to joy, though it was hard to tell through the lights blurring in Luhan's vision, a kaleidoscope of shimmering white with Sehun at its center as the built up frustration got the better of him.
"Shh, don't cry." Sehun thumbed his unprecedented tears away, then pressed a kiss to Luhan's warm nose. "Daddy's got you, baby."
Luhan didn't even care that he was crying; he was far too in character to even notice or feel embarrassed.
"Mhm," He just sounded out from behind the pacifier, closing his eyes and relaxing all his muscles. It became easier every time they did it, until at some point, as always, it felt natural.
"I love you, Daddy. I love you," he gurgled out, his mind blank and only focused on the warm feeling in his chest and in his lower region.
And he said it again, and again, and kept saying those same words until they completely filled his head, leaving no room for anything like pride or shame. He chanted them through the burn when Sehun pushed his way inside, stretching Luhan's hole wider with every rocking thrust of his hips, unsure even of when Sehun had had the time to coat his dick with lube. He couldn't even remember Sehun stretching him out. Maybe he’d forgotten it.
Luhan moaned in pleasure as Sehun pushed in and out of him, so intense a feeling that Luhan balled his hands into fists and clenched the bedding in his hands as Sehun began to thrust, slow at first before steadily getting faster and more vigorous, rocking Luhan into the bed at the force of his movements, all the while murmuring endearments and calling Luhan his beautiful baby boy.
Luhan panted around his pacifier as his prostate was brushed repeatedly by the head of Sehun’s cock, sharp jolts of pleasure rippling through him. He looked up and saw the way Sehun was looking at him and he cried out as he felt his strong hands gripping his hips when Sehun began to pound in even more forcefully, rocking with such force that the headboard hit the wall over and over and made the loudest sounds that almost drowned out their skin slapping against each other or the both of them moaning in the haze of bliss. They were slicked with sweat by now, warm and wrecked.
Luhan mumbled the words against Sehun's shoulder when Sehun shouted his release, coating Luhan's insides with warm jets of his come. He screamed them once he found his own, his eyes rolling back in his head as he prepared to explode between them, limbs twitching and all.
"Daddy!" Luhan's voice raised to a high, thin, little-boy scream when he finally came. He wasn't sure whether the spots that swam behind his tight-shut eyelids were from the unparalleled force of his orgasm, or just afterimages of lights dazzling his eyes. All he knew was that he couldn't stop shaking, shuddering his way through the longest climax of his life.
A moan right next to his ear drew him back down to earth. He opened his eyes and stared, wide and gasping, while Sehun moved down to his tummy and licked at the release there, swallowing down every single drop that stained his skin, then carefully kissing the tip of his softening dick. When Luhan whimpered at the touch of Sehun's lips against his over-sensitized flesh, Sehun smiled and drew back.
"That's my good boy," Sehun said. His voice was a mere raw scrape of sound grating through his throat, making it gruff and appealing. He pressed a kiss against Luhan's inner thigh, then crawled up to release Luhan's wrists. He kissed the abraded skin and murmured something against them both before settling in against Luhan's side. He flung his arm over Luhan's waist, pulling him in, overwhelming him; drowning him in heat of afterglow.
"My good boy," Sehun murmured once more, accompanied by a little wink that Luhan picked up on, Sehun’s voice thick with sleep. "Daddy loves you too, baby."
Luhan decided that maybe he could get used to this.