[yoongi/jungkook] ; little star

[starrystarrynight]

"Okay, Kook--left foot first. That’s right, now the other…”

Yoongi slips the bright blue sock on the small foot in his lap, watching the little one’s toes wriggling about in clear excitement. He manages to secure the sock in place despite the restlessness, weeks of practice and painstaking routine now firmly under his belt. Next come the shirts--really, only five acceptable options as far as Jungkook is concerned--and today, just like every day, Yoongi splays them out on the ground for him to pick. Nevermind that there’s several nice outfits in the drawer, including a really cute matching set Jimin gifted them when Jungkook turned a month old. The bunny simply took a couple sniffs of the new clothing before ignoring its existence altogether, fighting against Yoongi’s attempts to have him wear it whenever Jimin came by for a visit. Well, fighting in the way of unhappy little squeals and scrambling to hide under his bed, curled in a stubborn little ball.

He doesn’t like change, Yoongi sighed by way of apology.

He doesn’t like clothes that weren’t bought by you, Jimin had laughed.

Both are probably true. Then again, it hadn’t always been that way.

Yoongi remembers when dressing Jungkook used to be wonderfully simple. When he could fit inside the palm of his hand, a bit of fluff nestled in his curled fingers. He was such a tiny thing, so small Yoongi could feel the thump of his heartbeat with his pinky, and the pad of his thumb was the only brush needed to smooth down his soft white ears. Yoongi had fallen hopelessly, immediately for the adorable creature. The moment those big brown eyes locked onto his, he may as well have owned Yoongi, signed off instantly on his paperwork instead of the other way around.

It’s amazing what even a couple months can do, Yoongi muses, as he glances over the toddler-sized T-shirts. Everyone had told him as much, but it still takes him aback, just how quickly Jungkook is growing. It was one thing having Jungkook in a playpen in his apartment at first, his body too small and frail to truly explore his environment, but now it’s as if every day there’s a new mission, a new adventure to take on. Climb up the kitchen table and check out those weird plastic bags. Nibble on all the electrical cords in the living room. Pull Yoongi’s sweatshirts from the closet hangers and make a giant nest. He’s active, unabashed, so curious about everything, and Yoongi learned the hard way (after some partially-chewed on slippers) to bunny-proof the place. He knows it’s only temporary though, given the way Jungkook’s hybrid nature means rapid maturity--because he’s getting smarter, too. Seeing more. Learning more. And, for the most part, listening to Yoongi more.

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi calls to get his attention back, picking up the wriggling child so he can plop all of him down in his lap instead. Jungkook always settles better when he’s held, and even though there’s those nagging voices in his head (usually Jimin’s) telling him he’s only spoiling the bunny, Yoongi can’t just ignore his own instincts either. Just wants to take care of his baby. Wants to take care of Jungkook like this while he still can.

"What shirt do you want to wear to the store today?"

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[toughkookie]

jungkook is entirely oblivious to it, to the way that yoongi could be thinking, feeling about all of this. maybe it would be different if it were any other time, if this had happened any other way, if he wasn't currently so caught up in the thick of his heat that he can hardly even think straight anymore. but he is. he's so caught up that all he can do is just feel, just take it, take everything that yoongi is giving him, absolutely everything about the older man blanketing him, surrounding him, filling him up in a way that's so good, so fucking good, so much better than anything else he's ever had that jungkook could cry from the sheer pleasure, borderline too much, from the way that it feels to even start to get something that might come close to satisfying that insane itch that he's gotten all too familiar with over the years.

yoongi is definitely scratching it. yoongi is giving him absolutely everything that he needs and then some, and it's only more, only better when there are fingers finding purchase in jungkook's hair, keeping him pressed down, when yoongi's mouth is assaulting some of his most sensitive places. jungkook simply can't help himself, can't help the groans and whines of pleasure that yoongi keeps pulling from him just like he can't help the slight twitches of his ears, the shivers that find their way down his spine when yoongi bites or sucks against a particularly good stretch of skin. it's already so good, jungkook is already so far gone in the way that it feels that he doesn't even think about it being better, doesn't even imagine the possibility when yoongi pauses in his rhythm to grind himself that much deeper instead, making jungkook gasp, making his breath catch and stutter with the new feeling. a matter of seconds later and he's crying out, his body giving another little jolt underneath yoongi, thighs tightening around him that much more as soon as his cock even so much as nudges against that spot deep inside of him, the one that feels so good, that makes him immediately want more, like that, again, please. jungkook doesn't have the words right now, he can't find them, can't even try. so instead he begs yoongi with his body, with his fingers gripping tight at yoongi's skin, his hair, anywhere he can find to try and coax him to keep going. with the way that he sounds, whines, whimpers, groans that are louder, borderline desperate, hips doing their best to try and move back against yoongi like he can get more of that feeling even with his thighs still wrapped around the older man so tightly, refusing to let go.

[starrystarrynight]

Jungkook's never exactly been subtle. Every single thing he feels he shows, and Yoongi's always loved that part about him, how he wears his heart on his sleeve so openly. It makes him so incredibly fond. It also makes a lot of things a hell of a lot easier, knowing exactly what makes the bunny happy, upset, and everything in between. And really, it's no different now. There's absolutely nothing subtle about the way Jungkook's entire body seems to ripple in surprise and something more raw as Yoongi nudges against that spot deep inside of him. Everything from the younger boy's twitching ears to his frantic whines to the way his thighs tighten almost painfully around Yoongi's waist ring loud and clear. It's as though he's forcing him down even harder, pleading for Yoongi to bury himself completely inside, needing him to surround every last inch of him and god, Yoongi can't find a reason not to. His own instincts want nothing more than to give Jungkook exactly what he needs--his baby doesn't have to say anything anymore.

After another slow, tortuous grind of his hips, Yoongi wraps his arms underneath the boy's body and rocks him up off the bed in one fell swoop. Suddenly Jungkook is upright and perched right in his lap, still full of the older man and clinging tightly to his body. The sitting position has their chests pressed snug, Jungkook's face hovering just slightly above his own, looking like--looking like a million incredible things all at once. Yoongi's breath lodges somewhere in his throat as he stares, taking in the wild, gorgeous creature cradled safely in his arms. He never stops moving, never stops gently snapping his hips up at just the right angle to reach where Jungkook needs it most, dragging out the sensation with every deep thrust. Right now, it really does feel like he couldn't be any closer to the younger boy. Feels like he's never been closer to anyone like this. The intimacy makes his heart beat wildly out of control, just as the heat churns desperately in his belly, craving some kind of release. That's when he kisses Jungkook--filled with the same desperation and love and desire crashing inside of the other's body.

[toughkookie]

jungkook needs more of this. that's all that he knows for sure, all that he can even start to think when yoongi's got him so wound up. yoongi is giving him so much, making him feel so, so good, but he needs more. he's desperate for it, crying out when yoongi does the same thing again, grinds his hips against jungkook's nice and slow and deep, giving him a hint of what it is his body is so desperately begging for without actually going all the way. it's the sweetest kind of torture, the kind that only draws it out, prolongs all of the good feelings even if jungkook doesn't know that, even if he doesn't understand it just yet. it's so good he feels like he could cry, and even he isn't entirely sure if it's out of frustration or the sheer force of the pleasure yoongi's giving him.

before he can get too much more worked up, he suddenly finds himself sitting upright, head spinning briefly from the quick, sudden motion. his body catches up faster than his mind does, his legs still wrapped tight around yoongi's waist, arms around his shoulders, keeping them close, keeping himself steady. he doesn't have time to really take in the change of position, though, because like this, every snap of yoongi's hips hits in just the right way, just the right spot, head on every single time and jungkook doesn't know what to do with it, doesn't know how to take something that feels so good while at the same time desperately needing it to continue. the result is nearly the same as before, his entire body seeming to quiver with excitement, loud, breathless, half choked cries of pleasure forced out with every single thrust. jungkook is certain that he's never felt so good, never felt this good in his entire life, finally getting exactly what he needs. good enough that there are tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, that it's a mess more than anything else when yoongi kisses him, when he tries to kiss him back eagerly despite the harsh breaths and loud moans and whines that he can't swallow down, doesn't even think about trying to. it doesn't take long, his body can't handle too much of it, not when it's this good, this intense, not when he's already so far gone in his heatspace that there's nothing to do but feel good, so, so fucking good. his entire body tenses, every last nerve seeming to go on alert, jaw going slack against yoongi's mouth right around the time that it hits him and he comes hard, so hard that he almost can't stand it. he's all shaking limbs and cries of pleasure that are bordering on sobs, fingers holding on, digging in hard, every part of him clamping down, tightening around yoongi like his life depends on it, like it's asking him, begging him for just a little bit more, please.

[starrystarrynight]

The temperature of their bedroom seems to be climbing higher and higher, and still Jungkook is pulsing even hotter around him, so impossibly, inhumanly hot that if Yoongi weren’t drowning in it himself he may have felt a rush of concern. But this isn’t like when Jungkook first woke up, all sweat-slick skin and bright eyes and a confusing hunger in his belly--when Yoongi was still deliriously thinking his baby was sick with something. This isn’t even like the first time he made Jungkook come, or the second time, how beautiful it was to watch the younger boy unravel and arch against the bed because of his touch. Or when he buried deep inside of him, what feels like both minutes and days ago. During everything that’s happened, Yoongi’s been able to keep some part of himself intact. And maybe the most overwhelming part of it all isn’t the fact that Jungkook breaks, finally, truly breaks from the overstimulation, but the fact that Yoongi can’t even handle it himself.

Because shit, Jungkook is melting around him, so fucking good that he can’t stop fucking into him, forcing out those breathless cries of pleasure with every upstroke. Louder now, so many desperate, sensual sounds dripping from the boy, mixing with his own groans as he only pulls him in closer. Yoongi’s arms grip around his waist, ravaging him like there’s nothing else that matters, absolutely nothing else besides Jungkook and giving him what he needs, what they both need, doesn’t even stop when the boy’s orgasm slams through him. A shaking, boneless, tail-thrashing kind of orgasm, so much more intense than anything Jungkook’s experienced before with his toys. Yoongi knows it in his gut, just like he knows the reason why the younger boy claws into him that much harder, tightening around his length and refusing to let go. Its an animalistic desperation locking down on Yoongi, his heatspace pushing for yet even more, and that’s exactly what Yoongi gives the sobbing boy in his arms--more. Pounding into him, something thick and hazy and blissful sweeping over, Yoongi’s eyes closed as he chases the same pleasure that made his baby fucking see stars. So pretty, baby. Going to make you feel so good, baby. And when he claims Jungkook, coming hard and deep into his bunny’s overheated body, crushing him even tighter against his chest, Yoongi loses himself completely.

[toughkookie]

it doesn't let up. not even when jungkook's orgasm crashes through him, the pleasure stretching out for what feels like an eternity, what seems like far too much, so much more than what his body can handle. it's still just as intense, every single rock of yoongi's hips up into him, the tight grip around his waist, the way he's groaning and jungkook is still so mindless, still letting out choked cries and sobs of pleasure with every one, still shaking and yet doing his best to hold onto yoongi as best as he can. to keep him right here, keep him close, every part of him still holding on so tight, entirely unwilling to give it up yet. and it's good. it's so good, because yoongi knows. he just knows and he keeps giving it to jungkook, keeps giving it to him even when it's borderline too much because he knows that it still isn't enough, isn't enough, until yoongi is cracking and losing himself, until he's coming hard and deep inside jungkook's body and somehow, jungkook feels like he could cry all over again, it's so good. it's exactly what he wanted, exactly what his body's been craving for, so animalistic, instinctual that he couldn't begin to describe it even if he wanted to try. but he doesn't have to. yoongi knows, and just like that, jungkook feels like he can breathe again.

he can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he goes slack against yoongi then, slumping against him, head resting near his shoulder. there are still trembles and shakes running through his body, he's still breathing harshly, covered in sweat and all kinds of a mess. but for now, at least, that clawing desperation in his stomach has settled, quieted into nothing. for now, at least, his heat is breaking, and it's a kind of relief that indescribable. it's something that jungkook has never felt before, not without days of torture beforehand, and never with this kind of satisfaction. he can't put it into words, not even if he wanted to. all he can manage is an affectionate nuzzle against yoongi's skin, a few pleased sounds bubbling up from his throat, his own way of expressing his love, his gratitude while he comes down from it, refusing to even start to pull himself away from yoongi at all.