RDM | MW [✔]

05. Mingyu

"Daddy, hurry up!"

Daddy.

The endearment barreled through my body until it landed inside the center of my chest. It was an inferno in there now, and my lungs were too fucking tight for my rib cage but I didn't care.

"Daddy!"

Wonwoo tugged on my wrist, and when that didn't coerce me into sprinting down the hallway, he dove behind me and rammed his lithe body into my back. The effort was cute, and I liked the little grunts that slipped past his lips when he shoved his palms against my ass.

"Kitten, you're asking for a swat on the ass."

"Wha—"

I hoisted him over my shoulder. He let out a playful squeal and a furor of giggles came rolling out of his chest. The sound was the sweetest fucking thing I'd ever heard, and now that I'd had a proper taste of him, I knew just how delicious he was.

My soul was blown to fucking pieces the moment our lips met, and in that first second, I knew my cravings for him would never be curbed.

His arms dangled down my back, and I felt my shirt tighten when he wrapped his little fists in it. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I touch your butt?"

I chuckled. "You may."

He dug his nimble fingers into the fleshy part of my ass, humming as he ran his face along the curve. I heard him inhale, and my knees nearly buckled when he lifted the hem of my shirt and ran his tongue along my waistline.

"Wonwoo."

"I like your skin, Daddy. I like it so much."

I let him play.

My kitten hummed while he tasted me, tugging at my skin with his teeth. My throat convulsed when he sucked a chunk of my flesh into his mouth, releasing it with a loud pop and a satisfied sigh.

A shiver tore through him, and I tightened the grip I had around his waist.

"I made a mark, Daddy." His finger was light as a feather as it traced the spot he'd made, dancing along the base of my spine. "Can I make another, please?"

"No, baby, not now."

I shrugged my shoulders, and for a split second, he was airborne, soaring through the air until he landed in my arms bridal style.

Brown eyes beamed up at me. "Hi."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"How come I can't make any more marks?"

"You can suck on me as much as you want, Kitten." I dipped forward and kissed his nose. "But we're here, and I think it's best we don't alarm your sister the second she answers her door, yeah?"

His eyebrows dipped. "But... how come she would care? You're not her daddy, so she won't be mad."

"She won't be mad, no, but it might make her uncomfortable to see her baby brother in a position like that. Understand?"

Typically, I wouldn't fucking care who saw. If Wonwoo wanted a taste of his daddy, I'd give him a taste, and anybody who felt uncomfortable could look the fuck away or get their eyeballs ripped out by my bare fingers.

Somin was different.

She meant something to Wonwoo, and I was certain any negative reaction from her would leave my boy in a considerable amount of distress.

"I understand."

Wonwoo wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed me with everything he had. His needy disposition was so fucking cute, I smiled against his neck and let him lick at my collarbone. After a moment or two, he kissed me on the cheek and climbed from my arms.