The new baby has been brought home to the Park Residence. Now, Jinyoung-abba is helping eomma rest by taking care of the baby while she sleeps. Aren’t they adorable?
Yeji cries softly, and her father rushes to her bassinet and takes her out. He gently rocks her in his arms as he hums a lullaby, walking around and staring into her eyes.
“Gongju-yah,” he whispers, brushing her cheek, “your abba is here. Shhh, I’m right here.”
The baby immediately quiets and peers up at her father, tears still and frozen in her eyes. She blinks softly and a tiny smile emerges on her face. He bends down to kiss her forehead and then sits in the rocking chair.
“It’s almost time for you to eat, gongjunim. I bought a bottle from the kitchen so your mother doesn’t have to wake up and feed you herself.”
He puts the bottle to her lips and the baby hesitantly sucks on the nipple. Yeji is not a big fan of drinking from bottles, she prefers your breast and cries when she doesn't get it. But when Jinyoung was the one holding the bottle, and you weren’t around, she managed to at least drink two or so ounces.
“Jalhaeseo!” he exclaimed.
Ah, I think eomma has woken up. What will his wife think when she sees him feeding their baby?
“Honey,” you smile, looking at the two cuddled in the chair. “You didn’t have to do that. You could’ve woken me up.”
He pats the baby’s back gently. “You were resting, Jagi-yah. There’s no need for that. I’m here for her, and I’m here for you.”
You move over to the window and finger the sheer curtains. Jinyoung had gone all out for his princess, bringing in the most reputable top-end designers to decorate the room in pink bows and gold trimming. A brilliant chandelier hangs on the ceiling, bathing the white fur rug in soft, yellow light.
“I think she’s asleep,” you say, taking her from his arms. You set her back down in her bassinet and the two of you watch as her tiny chest rises and falls with each little breath.
“I already feel a little sad when I look at her,” he admits. “She’s grown up so fast from just the size of a grape in your belly to this newborn form. I’m happy she’s here but I’m also sad because I know that everyday that goes by, she’s getting older and older and one day she’ll be out of my arms.”
“Jinyoung,” you place your head on his chest, “She’s only a week old.”
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know.”
Aww, he already misses his daughter because he knows one day he’ll have to let her go. He’s going to be such a great father as she grows older.
“This moment will always be immortal. We’ll have it forever, but never again. Our baby will always be in our memories even as she gets big and ventures out on her own. And besides, for right now, Yeji isn’t going anywhere. She’ll always be your little gongjunim.”
Jinyoung wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close. “Thank you for bringing so much joy and wonder in my life. I’ll always be in debt to you for making our daughter. And even though I love our little princess so much, you will always be my number one girl.”
Y’all don’t understand my pain for this fluff. If only this was real.
Summary: Camboy!Youngjae said something he shouldn’t have and now Jinyoung has to punish him for it.
Tags: Humiliation, Spanking, Aftercare
Warnings: This involves humiliation over a streaming service as a punishment, and I’m not sure if it counts as public humiliation.
A/N: I’m so sorry that these are behind. I’ve been busy with schoolwork and stuff happening at home so I appreciate you all being so patient with me and continuing to support my work.
Jinyoung didn’t mind Youngjae’s job as a camboy—in fact, he admired it. He always said that he would support him no matter what, and he held to it. He’d even tune in to his show anonymously to send him money in support.
He never minded the job, as long as he never advertised that he was single. He made it clear: Youngjae was his and everyone should know that no matter the context. So when Youngjae said on one of his lives that he would give his body up in response to a viewer’s comment, something snapped inside of him.
After that live, Jinyoung assisted Youngjae in cleaning himself up. As Youngjae sat in his bath relaxing and Jinyoung sat at the edge washing his hair, he took the time to gently explain to Youngjae about his little slip.
“So you understand that I have to punish you, right baby?” Jinyoung asked, running a hand through his clean, wet hair.
“Yeah, I understand. So… what kind of punishment did you have in mind?” Youngjae asked, looking up at him.
“I’m gonna punish you in front of your viewers, as long as you’re okay with it. I need to show everyone that you’re mine.”
Youngjae was a bit taken aback by the statement, but he agreed, a strange mix of nervous and excited. They agreed to proceed with the punishment the next time he went live.
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A few days later and it was finally time for The Special Live—at least, that’s what Youngjae called it online—and Youngjae began the stream sitting in Jinyoung’s lap, his hands running over his thighs gently. Jinyoung was dressed in nice, tight slacks and a button-up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Youngjae greeted his viewers as usual and began to explain:
“So, I’m sure you’re all wondering what today’s ‘Special Live’ is about and as you can see, I’m not alone. Last week, I slipped up on camera when I said that I would give my body up to a viewer. I’m joined by my boyfriend, whom I love very very much. He wasn’t too happy about my little slip-up.”
Jinyoung’s hands moved up to grip his waist, sliding his hands up his sides and dragging his nails under his loose-fitting sweater to make him squirm. He kissed at the crook of his neck and looked directly into the camera.
“So to make up for it,” Jinyoung began, lips still attached to his neck, “I’ll be punishing him in front of all of you.”
Jinyoung kissed his earlobe and muttered into his ear, “Across my lap.”
Youngjae nodded and stood from his lap, turning to lay him across his lap. Jinyoung pushed his sweater up his back to get a better view of his ass, running his hand over the curve of his ass.
“How many do you think you deserve today, hmm?”
Youngjae toyed with the sleeves of his sweater and turned to glance at the camera.
“Thirteen.”
“Thirteen it is. Count for me, and don’t lose count.”
Jinyoung’s hand came down onto his ass, filling the room with the explosive sound of skin hitting skin and making Youngjae lunge forward.
“One,” Youngjae whimpered out, reaching to grab something, anything to hold onto.
Jinyoung landed three more slaps to his ass when he began to see handprints bloom. By the time he’d gotten to number seven, Youngjae was becoming a crying mess and by the tenth, he was blubbering into the side of his calf, his hands gripping at Jinyoung’s pant leg.
Jinyoung took a moment to smooth his hand over the bright red globes of his ass, giving him some time to calm himself down.
“Just three more baby, make sure I can hear you count them. You don’t want any extra, right?”
Youngjae shook his head, his blabbering dying down to whimpers and sniffles.
Jinyoung took his time with the last three and when he was finished he helped the boy sit up on his lap, reaching up to wipe his face clean. He thumbed away the light tear stains on his face and gave him a gentle kiss before ending the stream.
“You did so well baby, I’m so proud of you. Do you wanna go clean up now?” Jinyoung cooed softly, thumb caressing the curve of his cheek as he nodded against it.
“Yeah? Let’s get you in the bath,” Jinyoung started, lifting the other up carefully and carrying him to the bathroom, “and after your bath, I’ll put something on your butt to make it feel better faster okay?”
Youngjae only nodded softly, leaning against the counter quietly as Jinyoung drew up a warm bubble bath. As the bathwater ran, Jinyoung carefully removed Youngjae’s sweater before stripping himself. He stepped in and hoisted Youngjae up over the edge of the tub, sitting slowly so that he would be sat gently onto his lap. Once he got settled and made sure Youngjae was comfortable laying back against his chest, he began to rub at his arms and stomach gently, letting him relax.
“You did so, so well today. You can fall asleep if you want to, okay? I’ll clean you up and take care of you. And I’ll order food from that place that you like for dinner and we can just cuddle. I’ll take care of everything, you just relax,” Jinyoung whispered sweet nothings into his ear, one hand coming up to push his hair aside softly as he spoke.
Your nightmares continuously kept you on your toes. Tonight was no different.
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A/N; Ask and you shall receive my loves (3 weeks later) again huge shouts out to @aesophami for sitting with me again in the google doc, and for keeping me inspired constantly with her A+ video choices in the rabbit. You’re truly the best, and I luv u :*
Enjoy friends!!
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It felt like you were suffocating.
The only thing that could help you was the large body of water ahead of you. You reached it and dipped your toe in to test, making sure it would be enough to cool you down. As you dipped your toe in, the bank of the pond gave in beneath you, causing you to fall in. You gasped, the fall shocking you, and you found yourself completely submerged below the surface of the water. Your survival instincts kicked in, and you fought relentlessly to swim to the surface. As you kicked your foot to push you up through the water, what felt like rope wrapped around your ankle and dragged you farther from the surface.
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You sat straight up in your bed, hand reaching up to grasp your chest as you heaved deep breaths in and out. Tears pouring down your cheeks as you realized you were dreaming. You rested your elbows on your knees and rested your head in your hands.
“Baby?” you felt a hand touch the small of your back, Jinyoung’s voice was still thick with sleep. He was a light sleeper, and he’d woken up before your nightmare had even ended. He learned a long time ago not to wake you up in the middle of one.
You felt him shift in the bed so he was sitting up next to you. His hand moved up to rest on the back of your neck, massaging lightly. You relented into his touch, and leaned into his shoulder, your arm snaking its way around his neck. He pulled you into a tight embrace, while one hand rested on the back of your neck, the other was stroking your hair comfortingly. You couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably into his shoulder. He tried to quell your shaking by rocking slowly back and forth.
After a few moments, he pulled away, and tried to get a look at your face. He could see how puffy your eyes were through the darkness. He caressed your cheek to try to wipe some stray tears away and you looked down at your hands in your lap. “Hey, Y/N,” Jinyoung whispered, “baby, look at me.” You sniffled lightly and looked up at him, the moon casting into your room with just enough light for you to see his concerned look. “I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, okay?” He said, rubbing his thumb lightly back and forth. “You don’t have to talk about what it was right now,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you softly down onto the bed, “let’s just try to get some more sleep, okay?” You nodded lightly into his shoulder, as he reached down to bring the duvet around your exposed shoulders, wrapping it around to cocoon the two of you tightly together. You were still hiccuping from crying as he softly hummed you back to sleep.
When you woke again, it was due to the sun shining obnoxiously into your eyes. You groaned and reached your hand out to touch Jinyoung, only to feel an empty bed next to you. Your eyes shot open, anxiety starting to build up as you realized your bed was empty. You sat up quickly; so quickly that you became lightheaded and pressed your hand to your temple, wincing when the headache you didn’t realize you had became unbearable. Just as the dizziness passed, you heard the sound of the shower running. Slowly, and carefully, you pulled the covers off of your legs and swung your feet to touch the cool wood of your floor. The cold bringing back flashes of the nightmare you had, and you pulled your feet back up, hugging your knees to your chest on the bed.
You don’t know how long you sat like that, or how long you’d been crying for, but you felt Jinyoung’s hand brush against your cheek, and your eyes fluttered open to see him crouched in front of you, a towel wrapped around his hips and concern plastered across his features. As soon as your eyes met his, he stood, sitting next to you, as you leaned into his shoulder, his arm coming around your own, gripping your shoulder protectively.
Shushing you, he said, “It’s okay baby, I swear I’m not going to let anything happen. I’m always going to be here to protect you.” Nodding into his shoulder, you looked up at him through tear-coated lashes, placing a hand on his leg and squeezing gently in acknowledgement. “Can we just lay here for a little bit? I need to calm down, and I- I only can in your arms.” You stuttered through your hiccups. Jinyoung hummed in approval as you laid on top of your covers, your legs tangled through his. You hair sprawled out over his chest as he held you in both of his arms.
Somehow, being here with Jinyoung, made you forget about everything that hurts you, and you feel protected from the things that ever could.
