(66 Pairings) Xiuris : Call Me Daddy
AU, Rated R. Daddy-kink (sort of).
Xiuris (Minseok/Kris) : Call Me Daddy
Kris isn’t sure what to call this kink of Minseok’s. It’s like a Daddy-kink, but…Kris is pretty sure that it doesn’t work like this. Because given how this is working out, Kris is pretty sure that he’s supposed to be calling Minseok daddy, not the other way around.
“Daddy?” Minseok asks, kissing the inside of Kris’ thigh. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Kris blurts.
Minseok grins. “Good.” And he takes Kris’ cock into his mouth and sinks down. Kris gasps and arches up, but Minseok’s hands hold him down. By the time Minseok sits up again, Kris is barely able to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing…
“Daddy, you didn’t close your eyes, did you?”
Oh, right. “No, I didn’t,” Kris says.
Minseok beams at him. “Good, good.” He straddles Kris’ waist and takes his hands. “Will you stretch me now? You’re always so good at it.”
Kris nods, about to sit up until Minseok presses a hand against his throat. Kris stares at him wide eyed.
“I think you should lay down,” Minseok says, smile on his mouth but his eyes dead serious. “I think you should stay exactly as you are right now.”
Kris nods. “Yes, you’re right.” Minseok is always right.
Minseok grabs the lube and squeezes it onto Kris’ fingers. Kris never looks away from Minseok’s face as he slowly brings his hand under Minseok’s body and easily slips one finger inside of him.
“Did you already do this?” Kris asks.
Minseok nods. “I waited for you for so long, daddy,” he breathes, “I couldn’t hold off anymore. But your fingers-” he cuts off with a gasp as Kris abruptly adds another finger and thrusts them both deeper inside of him. Minseok’s head tips back and he whines. “Your fingers are so much nicer than mine, daddy.”
Kris tries not to let Minseok (his voice, his body, his gorgeous eyes) get to him. When Minseok plays this game, he plays for a long time. Kris could probably come from this, stretching Minseok open and hearing him moan and plead for more, but Minseok would be upset if he did.
Looking for a distraction Kris asks, “Are you okay? Are your legs hurting at all?”
Minseok giggles. “Always worried about me,” He says, trailing his fingers up and down Kris’s chest. Kris blinks rapidly and keep his eyes on Minseok’s face.
Minseok giggles again. “I’m okay, daddy.”
Of course he is. Kris gulps and nods. He adds a third finger and curls them, and Minseok gasps and jerks his hips back. He bends in half, his head nestled on Kris’ shoulder, and filthy words stream from his mouth. Kris’ wrist is cramping up but he doesn’t dare stop, not when Minseok is clenching down on him and gasping for more more more-
“Daddy, did you close your eyes?”
Kris gasps and shakes his head. “No, no I didn’t.”
Minseok sits up, his eyes hard. “Are you lying to me, daddy?”
Even though Kris isn’t lying, his heart speeds up and he shakes his head again, silently pleading for Minseok to believe him.
Minseok slowly smiles. “You’d never lie to me, would you daddy?”
“No, never,” Kris says.
Minseok laughs. “Of course not, how silly of me.” He grabs Kris’ wrist and Kris freezes, fingers still curled against Minseok’s prostate. “You can stop, I’m ready to ride you now.”
Kris nods, breath knocked right out of his chest at how easily Minseok says things like that. Minseok places Kris’ hands on his own hips as he sinks down on Kris’ cock, his eyes closed and lips parted just enough that Kris can see his tongue. When he’s seated, Minseok sighs breathily.
“You feel so good, daddy,” he moans, “So nice, I could stay like this for hours.” He opens his eyes and grins at Kris. “Hours,” he repeats. “Just sitting, like this. Doesn’t that sound fun?” He laughs and leans down to press a kiss to Kris’ lips. “Maybe I’d move, maybe not. Of course, you’d have to stay hard for me. Could you do that? Maybe not, maybe I could be okay if you came and went soft. But I wouldn’t get up. That might be uncomfortable for you. You’d get so over stimulated.” He squeezes his fingers tightly against Kris’ jaw. “I wonder if you would cry.”
Kris swallows and he feels his throat constrict under Minseok’s fingers. “Baby…”
It’s the word that breaks the spell. Minseok smiles and leans back. “Maybe some other time we can talk about that,” he says. “I don’t want daddy to cry right now.”
Kris goes limp with relief and just barely manages to keep his eyes open.
“Good job, daddy,” Minseok praises, patting Kris’ cheek. His voice isn’t as steady now as he lifts himself up and sinks back down. Kris really has to marvel at his stamina, he has no idea how Minseok manages to hold himself up like this for so long. This is Minseok’s favorite position, and while his thigh muscles are amazing, Kris can’t imagine that it’s very comfortable.
Minseok pats his cheek again. “Are you having fun, daddy?”
Kris nods. “Yes, of c-course,” he stammers as Minseok picks up his pace. “You’re amazing, baby.”
Minseok smiles and stops moving. Kris almost whines at him but holds back at the last second. Minseok trails his fingers down Kris’ cheek. “Daddy has such a handsome face,” he purrs. His fingers shift over and brush Kris’ piercings. “Would these look as handsome on me as they do on you, daddy?”
Kris tries to imagine Minseok with piercings lining his ears. He nods. “You would look so handsome.”
Minseok braces his hands on Kris chest. “I want us to imagine it.” He leans back and touches his ears. “Imagine me with piercings here.” He drags his fingers to his nipples. “And here,” he hisses. His hands slip down to his navel. “And here.” He leans forward again. “Would you play with them the way I play with yours? Would you use them to make me feel good?”
Kris nods. “Yes,” he says hoarsely, “I would.”
His hands have slipped off Minseok’s hips. Minseok grabs them and brings them back to where he wants them. “You can fuck me now, daddy,” he says.
Kris digs his fingers into Minseok’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Thank you, baby,” he whispers reverently.
However a daddy kink is supposed to work, Kris is 98% sure it’s not what he and Minseok do. It’s not at all like what Kris read about online, after Minseok explained exactly what he wanted to do. But this…reverse-daddy kink or whatever it can be called, it works for them. Kris wouldn’t change a thing about it. It’s pretty hot, the way Minseok gets off by holding all the power, flaunting it in Kris’ face, giving it back to him little by little. At first Kris wondered if maybe Minseok was making fun of him, but he knows now that’s not what this is about.
Later, when they’re both collapsed on the bed and have caught their breath, and Kris has Minseok sprawled across his chest, Kris holds Minseok in his arms and nuzzles the top of his head. “That was probably the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten.”
Minseok laughs. “Good, that’s what I was going for.” He pushes himself up, arms braced on the mattress, and fixes Kris with a loving stare. “I missed you today.”
Kris cradles Minseok’s face in his hands. “I missed you too.” It’s been a long week at the office, he’s so glad that it’s Friday and they have the whole weekend to be together. “Did you have a good day?”
Minseok nods. “When I wasn’t getting myself hard thinking about your dick, I actually did manage to get some work done.”
Kris laughs and pulls Minseok back down, hugging him close. The company that Minseok is working for is based online, and he gets to work from home. When they save up enough money to buy a house, the first thing they’re going to do is put cameras in Minseok’s office, and some day they going to arrange it so that Kris can watch Minseok get off. Minseok keeps saying that he’s going to send Kris to work that day with some kind of remote control toy that Minseok can play with indiscriminately, Kris is hoping that by that time he’ll have his own office to escape to.
“Speaking of work,” Minseok says, “We can actually afford to order takeout tonight, and I am starving.” He raises his head and pouts. “Can daddy get me some pizza?”
Kris Kisses Minseok's forehead and retrieves his phone from the bedside table. "Whatever you want, baby."
FILTH, THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
Xiuris (Minseok/Kris) : Call Me Daddy
Kris isn’t sure what to call this kink of Minseok’s. It’s like a Daddy-kink, but…Kris is pretty sure that it doesn’t work like this. Because given how this is working out, Kris is pretty sure that he’s supposed to be calling Minseok daddy, not the other way around.
“Daddy?” Minseok asks, kissing the inside of Kris’ thigh. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Kris blurts.
Minseok grins. “Good.” And he takes Kris’ cock into his mouth and sinks down. Kris gasps and arches up, but Minseok’s hands hold him down. By the time Minseok sits up again, Kris is barely able to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing…
“Daddy, you didn’t close your eyes, did you?”
Oh, right. “No, I didn’t,” Kris says.
Minseok beams at him. “Good, good.” He straddles Kris’ waist and takes his hands. “Will you stretch me now? You’re always so good at it.”
Kris nods, about to sit up until Minseok presses a hand against his throat. Kris stares at him wide eyed.
“I think you should lay down,” Minseok says, smile on his mouth but his eyes dead serious. “I think you should stay exactly as you are right now.”
Kris nods. “Yes, you’re right.” Minseok is always right.
Minseok grabs the lube and squeezes it onto Kris’ fingers. Kris never looks away from Minseok’s face as he slowly brings his hand under Minseok’s body and easily slips one finger inside of him.
“Did you already do this?” Kris asks.
Minseok nods. “I waited for you for so long, daddy,” he breathes, “I couldn’t hold off anymore. But your fingers-” he cuts off with a gasp as Kris abruptly adds another finger and thrusts them both deeper inside of him. Minseok’s head tips back and he whines. “Your fingers are so much nicer than mine, daddy.”
Kris tries not to let Minseok (his voice, his body, his gorgeous eyes) get to him. When Minseok plays this game, he plays for a long time. Kris could probably come from this, stretching Minseok open and hearing him moan and plead for more, but Minseok would be upset if he did.
Looking for a distraction Kris asks, “Are you okay? Are your legs hurting at all?”
Minseok giggles. “Always worried about me,” He says, trailing his fingers up and down Kris’s chest. Kris blinks rapidly and keep his eyes on Minseok’s face.
Minseok giggles again. “I’m okay, daddy.”
Of course he is. Kris gulps and nods. He adds a third finger and curls them, and Minseok gasps and jerks his hips back. He bends in half, his head nestled on Kris’ shoulder, and filthy words stream from his mouth. Kris’ wrist is cramping up but he doesn’t dare stop, not when Minseok is clenching down on him and gasping for more more more-
“Daddy, did you close your eyes?”
Kris gasps and shakes his head. “No, no I didn’t.”
Minseok sits up, his eyes hard. “Are you lying to me, daddy?”
Even though Kris isn’t lying, his heart speeds up and he shakes his head again, silently pleading for Minseok to believe him.
Minseok slowly smiles. “You’d never lie to me, would you daddy?”
“No, never,” Kris says.
Minseok laughs. “Of course not, how silly of me.” He grabs Kris’ wrist and Kris freezes, fingers still curled against Minseok’s prostate. “You can stop, I’m ready to ride you now.”
Kris nods, breath knocked right out of his chest at how easily Minseok says things like that. Minseok places Kris’ hands on his own hips as he sinks down on Kris’ cock, his eyes closed and lips parted just enough that Kris can see his tongue. When he’s seated, Minseok sighs breathily.
“You feel so good, daddy,” he moans, “So nice, I could stay like this for hours.” He opens his eyes and grins at Kris. “Hours,” he repeats. “Just sitting, like this. Doesn’t that sound fun?” He laughs and leans down to press a kiss to Kris’ lips. “Maybe I’d move, maybe not. Of course, you’d have to stay hard for me. Could you do that? Maybe not, maybe I could be okay if you came and went soft. But I wouldn’t get up. That might be uncomfortable for you. You’d get so over stimulated.” He squeezes his fingers tightly against Kris’ jaw. “I wonder if you would cry.”
Kris swallows and he feels his throat constrict under Minseok’s fingers. “Baby…”
It’s the word that breaks the spell. Minseok smiles and leans back. “Maybe some other time we can talk about that,” he says. “I don’t want daddy to cry right now.”
Kris goes limp with relief and just barely manages to keep his eyes open.
“Good job, daddy,” Minseok praises, patting Kris’ cheek. His voice isn’t as steady now as he lifts himself up and sinks back down. Kris really has to marvel at his stamina, he has no idea how Minseok manages to hold himself up like this for so long. This is Minseok’s favorite position, and while his thigh muscles are amazing, Kris can’t imagine that it’s very comfortable.
Minseok pats his cheek again. “Are you having fun, daddy?”
Kris nods. “Yes, of c-course,” he stammers as Minseok picks up his pace. “You’re amazing, baby.”
Minseok smiles and stops moving. Kris almost whines at him but holds back at the last second. Minseok trails his fingers down Kris’ cheek. “Daddy has such a handsome face,” he purrs. His fingers shift over and brush Kris’ piercings. “Would these look as handsome on me as they do on you, daddy?”
Kris tries to imagine Minseok with piercings lining his ears. He nods. “You would look so handsome.”
Minseok braces his hands on Kris chest. “I want us to imagine it.” He leans back and touches his ears. “Imagine me with piercings here.” He drags his fingers to his nipples. “And here,” he hisses. His hands slip down to his navel. “And here.” He leans forward again. “Would you play with them the way I play with yours? Would you use them to make me feel good?”
Kris nods. “Yes,” he says hoarsely, “I would.”
His hands have slipped off Minseok’s hips. Minseok grabs them and brings them back to where he wants them. “You can fuck me now, daddy,” he says.
Kris digs his fingers into Minseok’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Thank you, baby,” he whispers reverently.
However a daddy kink is supposed to work, Kris is 98% sure it’s not what he and Minseok do. It’s not at all like what Kris read about online, after Minseok explained exactly what he wanted to do. But this…reverse-daddy kink or whatever it can be called, it works for them. Kris wouldn’t change a thing about it. It’s pretty hot, the way Minseok gets off by holding all the power, flaunting it in Kris’ face, giving it back to him little by little. At first Kris wondered if maybe Minseok was making fun of him, but he knows now that’s not what this is about.
Later, when they’re both collapsed on the bed and have caught their breath, and Kris has Minseok sprawled across his chest, Kris holds Minseok in his arms and nuzzles the top of his head. “That was probably the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten.”
Minseok laughs. “Good, that’s what I was going for.” He pushes himself up, arms braced on the mattress, and fixes Kris with a loving stare. “I missed you today.”
Kris cradles Minseok’s face in his hands. “I missed you too.” It’s been a long week at the office, he’s so glad that it’s Friday and they have the whole weekend to be together. “Did you have a good day?”
Minseok nods. “When I wasn’t getting myself hard thinking about your dick, I actually did manage to get some work done.”
Kris laughs and pulls Minseok back down, hugging him close. The company that Minseok is working for is based online, and he gets to work from home. When they save up enough money to buy a house, the first thing they’re going to do is put cameras in Minseok’s office, and some day they going to arrange it so that Kris can watch Minseok get off. Minseok keeps saying that he’s going to send Kris to work that day with some kind of remote control toy that Minseok can play with indiscriminately, Kris is hoping that by that time he’ll have his own office to escape to.
“Speaking of work,” Minseok says, “We can actually afford to order takeout tonight, and I am starving.” He raises his head and pouts. “Can daddy get me some pizza?”
Kris Kisses Minseok's forehead and retrieves his phone from the bedside table. "Whatever you want, baby."
FILTH, THAT'S WHAT IT IS.