kkaeppsong | [yoongi/jungkook] ; overtime

[yoongi/jungkook] ; overtime

Yoongi never plays rough with his boy on school nights. That’s something he made clear right from the beginning, soon after Jungkook managed to capture his attention--and imagination--one quiet, unexpected afternoon in the student lounge. Education always comes first, an even greater priority than their secret arrangement. If Jungkook ever gets frustrated on a Wednesday study date, or grows restless with the languid run of Yoongi’s fingers atop his clothes, he (mostly) keeps it to himself obediently. After all, Jungkook never truly wants for attention. Attention is what Yoongi adores giving most of all, providing for pretty boys who soften in all the right ways at his touch, his voice, a simple look--who get just as much pleasure under his authority as Yoongi does commanding it. This is how he should be as a man, caring for what’s his. And for the past four months, Jungkook has willingly, enthusiastically become just that.

The images come back during the drive home, one hand on the steering wheel, the other tapping impatiently against the empty seat beside him. Images of pillow crease marks on a bare face, dark, unkempt hair. Oversized clothes hanging on a loose-limbed, but still broad frame, flashes of tan skin. Eyes piercing straight through the screen, shaking off the drowsy weekend haze as he listens to what Yoongi wants. And then his hands, large, eager, trembling under Yoongi’s watch. The 26 year old simply leaned back in his desk chair, enjoying the front row seat to Jungkook jerking himself off on their video call. Slowly. Slow enough that Yoongi could clearly hear the hitch in the boy’s breath over the slide of his fist. Yoongi spent the rest of his lunch break in the studio with those marvelous sounds, Jungkook keening when he reminded him, calmly, not to finish himself. Keep going. Wake yourself up for daddy. But no cuming until I get home.

That was over five hours ago, and Yoongi knows the other is already waiting. Home is Yoongi’s place, a sprawling, modern apartment in one of the nicer neighborhoods of Seoul, to which Jungkook has always had a spare key. Yoongi trusted him with the passcode as nonchalantly as he did with his credit card--what would Jungkook steal when anything he could possibly want was right there at his fingertips? Pulling into his private parking spot at the complex, Yoongi takes a moment to thumb over the last few text messages from Jungkook, the only notifications he really cares to address at the moment.

Drive safely, okay?

Please get home soon~

Yoongi smiles at the emojis peppered through the messages, reading them a second time. Emails are popping up as well, and he’s managed to miss a call from one of his clients on the drive, but he couldn’t give a fuck. After working fifty hours this week on the latest album he’s producing, he’s all too ready for a break. Ready to turn his attention elsewhere, to the reason for this pressing, pleasant warmth that's been lingering all afternoon. It’s that much stronger once he eventually walks through the apartment door, shuffling out of his shoes and already setting his phone to silent.

“I’m home.”

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jungkook never could have imagined that he'd land himself in this kind of situation. he's always thought of himself as average, normal, boring, for the most part. sure, he has friends. he's had boyfriends, he has hobbies and interests and everything else in between. he never really thought that he was missing anything. he definitely wouldn't have even considered the possibility of that something, of anything, being a sugar daddy.

then he met min yoongi, and everything else flew right out the fucking window.

four months in and jungkook still wonders what the hell he's doing sometimes. he's still getting used to it in some ways, even now that they've ironed out all of the details. jungkook is comfortable with it, settled into his position especially knowing that he's the only one, that yoongi isn't fucking or taking care of anyone else on the side. jungkook is it, and that's good, because he's discovering more and more just how much he absolutely loves being taken care of, pampered. he's discovering just how good it is to give up complete control, and giving it up to yoongi somehow seems to come just as easy as breathing.

he doesn't sleep over at yoongi's place every night, but he knows when he likes him there. he likes staying over, enjoys the comfort of yoongi's bed, the anticipation of what happens when he gets back from work after a long week. yoongi doesn't make jungkook do too much wondering, not with the video call during his break in the studio that leaves jungkook hard as hell and wanting for him, tests his patience when he realizes just how long he'll have to wait.

but he will. he will, and he does, just like always. because he's good, because he likes being a good boy just for yoongi, and because he knows that yoongi always makes the build up so, so worth it. not much has changed since they got off call earlier in the afternoon. jungkook is showered now, hair still just slightly damp and a little less unruly, another comfortable oversized shirt hanging over his frame. aside from that all he's wearing is a pair of dark briefs, because he knows yoongi likes him in those best, and because it will easily show off just how well he listened, how hard he still is, hours later. as soon as he hears the door open jungkook is perking up, pushing off of yoongi's bed and tossing his phone aside to make his way to the front door instead. they've been doing this long enough that he knows just what yoongi wants, what he expects, and jungkook doesn't hesitate to approach him, to press a sweet kiss to his cheek, followed by a soft "welcome home, daddy," that's punctuated by the brief nuzzle of his nose somewhere near yoongi's ear. yoongi isn't his boyfriend, they're not dating, but that doesn't stop jungkook from being affectionate, and it really doesn't keep the butterflies from lining his stomach again, just like every other time before now.

Just like that, with those three words, Yoongi feels everything else weighing on his shoulders melt away. The meetings, the deliberations, the differing visions, the time constraints, the conflicts. Yoongi loves his job--couldn't imagine he'd be this well suited to anything else in the world--but the truth is that music is complicated. It lights him and drains him at the same time, this first love that gives and takes and puts his body and mind through so much. Not to mention making music, perfecting it, for other people. No, Yoongi would have never worked his ass off to get to where he's at if he didn't have a passion for it.

But sometimes, he likes the things in his life to be a little less complicated.

"Jungkookie." The greeting is fond, the nickname reserved for moments like these, when the boy doesn't even wait to welcome him home, sending shivers down the back of his neck with those sweet, chaste presses--subtle praise. He fills up his space as effortlessly as he's filled up Yoongi's life over these months, and all he can do is welcome it in return. Yoongi's hand dips low, easily finding Jungkook's hipbone with his fingertips so he can press gently--just enough space between them so he can properly take in the younger boy. As much as he loves dressing the boy up in pretty, expensive things, making him shine the brightest when they're out and about, there's always something so charming about seeing Jungkook like this. Stripped down, fresh-faced, beautiful in every small detail. And only for Yoongi. He hums appreciatively at the sight, before his gaze dips even lower and finds the real gift.

"You were a good boy today, hm?" His touch moves from Jungkook's hip to the top of his thigh, all casual affection, feeling the obvious strain of the fabric of his briefs.

jungkook can't deny that he loves this. he looks forward to it now, to the weekends especially, the time that he knows can be devoted to all kinds of extracurricular activities because he works his ass off during the week, yoongi makes sure that he does, to get all of his schoolwork done. so that neither of them have to think about much else if they don't want to, so long as yoongi doesn't have some kind of event, something else to worry about. otherwise, it's just like this. just them. just jungkook standing in the middle of the room, standing in yoongi's nice, upscale apartment in barely anything at all, bare and still just a little sleepy and ready for whatever it is that the older man wants, whatever he has in store for him tonight. jungkook knows it has to be something. yoongi wouldn't have video called him on his break if it wasn't, wouldn't have told him not to cum until he was home. so the anticipation is there, curled up tight with the lingering burn of arousal low in his stomach that only gets worse as soon as yoongi touches him.

there are a lot of things that the older man makes him feel. jungkook has come to terms with that by now, knows that this relationship is in no way conventional, knows what they are and what they aren't but it doesn't stop the warm affection from spreading in his chest whenever yoongi says his name like that. jungkook isn't ashamed to say that he loves it, loves the praise that yoongi gives him even when it's like this, subtle, barely anything at all, only something that jungkook can pick up on because the last few months he's gotten to know the things that yoongi does quite intimately. he isn't shy about it anymore, at least not as much as he used to be. he's comfortable enough now to keep looking up at yoongi while he takes him in, meeting his gaze when the older man asks that question, answering first with a nod.

"i kept jerking off all afternoon, just like you told me to," he responds a moment later, because he knows that yoongi wants to hear it, that he wants a real answer. and because he wants to let him know just how good he was, fishing for more of that praise. "i wanted to cum so bad.. but i didn't. i waited for you."

The kid knows exactly how to tell it. Yoongi can picture it clearly, the longing, the restraint. They're as vivid as the obscene words he adores hearing from Jungkook, who's only grown more confident with each of their sessions together. "Very good," he approves, voice silk smooth and low with want, even as his hands continue languidly, propelled by little else than Jungkook simply being near. Existing here. They've already established that Yoongi doesn't need a reason to touch him, that touching isn't always a means to an end--sometimes it really is just the slope of his back, that tight waist, those generous thighs that silently call to him like a siren's song. Jungkook is just so fucking pretty.

Sometimes, however, like tonight, there most certainly is an end. Though, Yoongi would like to think of it as a beginning, something he's been patient with for the past several weeks. If there's one thing he's learned with all his sugar babies, it's that patience always wins out in the end. Yoongi hadn't laid a hand on Jungkook at all in the first month, only undressed him when Jungkook had grown out of his mind with anticipation, begging to be touched. None of that would have happened without trust or time. If Yoongi hadn't given Jungkook the freedom to consider new boundaries for himself, without any fear of judgment.

The closer Yoongi got during that slow dance, the more Jungkook offered himself up for the taking. And Yoongi gladly, fiercely took--all except for one thing.

"And what were you thinking about, jerking off?" Yoongi continues calmly, as though he's getting a second opinion on dinner, as if he's asking about how a photography project turned out for class. It's as natural as the way he starts feeling Jungkook up through the damp spot in his briefs, standing right there in the main living room with the curtains drawn back and his work blazer still on.

jungkook knows that it's what yoongi wants to hear. he knows before the words are even out of his mouth, just like he knows that it's so much better because it's not just pretty words. because it's the truth, because he's been so good, because he's been waiting, because the reason why he's like this, the reason why he's hard as hell standing in the middle of the living room, getting this low, soft praise that he craves so much is exactly because he deserves it. because he was a good boy, just like he was supposed to be. just like he always wants to be. each and every little bit of it that yoongi gives him, that he offers up gets to him even more, even better, because jungkook is always greedy, always so much more than willing to soak it up.

it's not something that he started out with. none of this is. it's taken time, time and effort on both of their parts, for jungkook to really understand the way that all of this works. it's taken time for him to unlock the parts of himself that yoongi really wanted to get at the most, without even knowing it. time for him to really want it, from way down deep in his bones.

he wants it now. he wants everything about it, wants every single thing that yoongi is willing to offer up to him. he wants all of it and then some, never seems to stop wanting it, and it's at least a million times worse when yoongi is right here, when he's standing in front of him like this, still in his immaculate work clothes, completely calm and composed while jungkook feels like he could fall apart at any second and yoongi isn't even properly touching him yet.

that doesn't take long. the first touch of yoongi's fingers against him through his briefs get jungkook's breath stuttering, and he gasps without trying to restrain it. he doesn't try to hold himself back anymore, so there's no shame in the soft whine that follows, the way that he exhales just as shakily, trying to suppress the urge to tilt his hips forward, to press in for more of that touch already.

"i was thinking about you," he responds, voice already dipping into something a little more distracted, because it's hard not to be when yoongi is touching him after he's been waiting for so long. "i was thinking about how good it would be if you fucked me."

Yoongi doesn't make a habit of asking questions he doesn't already know the answer to--not in moments like these. Words are power, and he wields them with the same sort of calm authority he exerts in nearly every aspect of their particular relationship. Praising and correcting. Seducing and understanding. Keeping Jungkook in line and then, a couple minutes later, pushing him way, way past it. It's just as satisfying seeing Jungkook's reaction to his long-awaited touch as it is with his question, the boy so adorably turned on that even the lightest graze of Yoongi's fingertips has him whining and sighing like it's the best damn thing he's gotten all week.

And as far as Yoongi's concerned, it most certainly should be.

So no, it isn't surprising--but the follow-up hits just about every single button in one fell swoop. Adrenaline and arousal rush hot in Yoongi's veins, and it's not the first time he's heard this, not even from Jungkook, not even close, but it's the best it's ever sounded. Yoongi must have a soft spot for the way those eyelashes flutter against the pleasure, voice trailing off, opening up that small, sweet mouth. Yoongi wants to fill it all. Or perhaps it's simply because the thought of fucking Jungkook has been lingering at the back of his mind ever since this all began, just now beginning to crack the surface of their play time.

"I recall fucking you four times last Saturday," he drawls in time with the slow caress of his thumb over Jungkook's cock, teasing the tip that's so desperately trying to break free. It's all true, of course. Twice with his fingers, once with his tongue, once more with the help of some specially purchased toys on his credit card that Jungkook himself had helped pick out. The boy was a shaking, nerve-sensitive mess afterwards, passing out the moment Yoongi put him to bed. It's all true--and Yoongi continues to appraise him, dark eyes knowing, testing.

"It sounds like you want more than everything I'm already giving to you. Are you saying you deserve more?"

honestly, it's hard to think straight whenever yoongi keeps touching him like that. before, jungkook would have been embarrassed about it. even a matter of a couple of months ago, he likely would have felt stupid, pathetic, ridiculous, any of those things. right now, he definitely doesn't feel like that. not when he's been hard for hours now, when he already spent an hour following yoongi's every instruction over a video call, edging himself even after that because apparently he's even more of a fucking masochist than he ever thought. right now, yoongi's fingers feel like heaven and torture all at the same time. they feel good, so good, good enough that jungkook is sure that if yoongi wanted him to, if he used that voice to coax him to, to tell him to, he could cum just like this.

he won't, though. because jungkook is good. because he's been so good all day, all week, and the last thing he's going to do is fuck up his chance to get rewarded for it at all by giving in now. especially not when yoongi is saying what he is, responding that way, leading jungkook to think that maybe he's considering. maybe.

he's sensitive to the friction, the rough drag of fabric over the head of his cock with every slide of yoongi's thumb. it pulls a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but lean in against yoongi a little, just for the extra help supporting himself because if he keeps it up, the way yoongi touches him is going to make him weak in the knees.

"i did well in my classes this week.. and everything else you asked me to," he responds, just stating facts, careful. "was i a good boy, daddy?"

What Jungkook says is all true, too. Just as they had their hours of fun last Saturday, the boy used his time as he should this week, working diligently on an upcoming project, studying and scoring high on his midterm exams. Yoongi was proud of him, but there hadn't been much of an opportunity to properly celebrate together, with work getting more hectic due to the new album. Not that Jungkook ever complained. He always took what was given to him so well. Always listened so well. The proof of that is right at Yoongi's fingertips, the younger boy so hard, practically pushing against his touch.

His strokes continue at a measured pace, Yoongi basking in the way that single question makes him feel. It's always made him feel so much, but with Jungkook it's different. Better.

"Yes." There's something almost tender in the way he reaches out, cupping Jungkook's cheek in the palm of his hand and making the younger boy face him directly, giving him more to lean against. Pulling Jungkook apart and simultaneously keeping him grounded. The look in Jungkook's eyes is deferential, so genuine, even with how insanely worked up he is, and the pride deepens that much more. At the end of the day, they both know just who gets to make those decisions--and Yoongi made his a while ago.

"You've been a very, very good boy," Yoongi murmurs, coaxing Jungkook into a slow kiss as he tugs their bodies that much closer, suddenly starved for the younger boy.

jungkook already knows that what he's saying is true. he knows that he's worked hard, because he always does. because he's always been driven, first by the desire to prove his family wrong and now by the way that he craves, wants for yoongi's praise, his approval. even something as simple as hearing the older man say he's proud of him is enough, enough to leave that warm feeling of pride settling in his chest and fanning out everywhere, filling him with a satisfaction he never could have expected. he likes to be a good boy for yoongi, and hearing that he is ie a reward in of itself.

but god, the other rewards are so, so good.

jungkook has had sex before. he's had his fair share of relationships, a one night stand here and there. he's felt good, he's had fun, sure, but nothing quite like this. jungkook has never really met someone who can unravel him the way that yoongi does, with practiced ease. he's never felt the way that yoongi can make him feel. it's ridiculous, sounds stupid and cliche even in his own mind. but honestly, jungkook doesn't give a fuck.

he especially doesn't give a fuck right now, when he has yoongi's fingers still teasing him and his other hand cupping his face, pulling him in that much closer. hearing his voice, hearing that praise alone is enough to make jungkook's cock twitch against his fingertips, gaze dark, trying not to kiss back too eagerly once yoongi's drawn him in. but jungkook can't help himself, can't help the way that he groans low in his throat, can't help that his own fingers come up to grip at the back of yoongi's neck on instinct, that his body presses up closer, a silent plea for more. more that he knows yoongi is going to give him, so much more, and the arousal and anticipation are already starting to make his head spin.

The answer: of course Jungkook deserves more. He deserves the entire world, and Yoongi wants to be the one to give it to him, every last bit of it. He's confident no one else could possibly take care of his baby boy the way that he can, the way that he has. It's not just about the money, the security, though those are definitely things Yoongi doesn't take lightly. More than that, he understands Jungkook. The focus and passion he holds for his art beats the same as Yoongi's for his music, the desires he revealed so sweetly in his bed sheets a compliment to his own, his need to please Yoongi just as strong as Yoongi's need to make him feel happy, comfortable, safe.

All things considered, the two of them aren't so different from one another. Perhaps that's why it's felt like the most natural fit, of all the sugar babies he's kept over the years. Though it certainly doesn't hurt that Jungkook happens to be the most gorgeous one he's had, either. And will have.

Yoongi hungrily takes it all, every groan and restless little twitch and press of Jungkook's body, truly coming alive at the added attention. His own cock stirs at how excited Jungkook is, and in a moment his fingers go from half-jerking off the boy to reaching back to grab his ass, using it as leverage to grind the other against him. He's gotten himself off easily, lazily like this, using Jungkook as little more than a personal toy, but his plans for tonight aren't going to look like anything he's done before. Fucking Jungkook is going to be the best reward he's ever received--going to be his special night. He deserves more.

After kissing the boy breathless, Yoongi's grip tightens, dragging Jungkook with him as he walks backwards into the long, leather couch sprawled across the living room. The boy's exactly where Yoongi wants him--seated in his lap--but not exactly how he wants him. "Why don't you slip these off for me?" Yoongi gives a smart slap, eyeing the tight boxers. It's not a suggestion.

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there's no way that jungkook can predict what yoongi is going to do, what kind of reward he's going to get on any given day. and, honestly, he's stopped trying. it wasn't hard to learn that yoongi isn't predictable. that's the nature of their relationship, really. jungkook is at his mercy. whatever yoongi wants to give him, whenever yoongi wants to give it, jungkook will take. and he always takes it easily, greedily, always so ready for even the slightest hint of intimacy from the older man, especially when he gets like this. when yoongi gets him this worked up, jungkook really can't help himself. not unless yoongi tells him to, unless he gives him orders, sets the boundaries of what to do and what not to do. yoongi isn't flexible, but that just makes jungkook want to please him even more. to be that good boy, no matter the situation.

right now, jungkook isn't trying to help himself. not when yoongi is kissing him like that, certainly not when hands are sliding and gripping his ass, pulling him in that much more, grinding jungkook against him in a way that feels much too good. it brings memories of other times that yoongi has done this, makes jungkook's mind flash through all kinds of things that only tighten the arousal in his stomach. when yoongi starts walking them backwards, jungkook follows easily. he ends up right in yoongi's lap, right where yoongi wants him and right where he wants to be, another soft sound coaxed from his throat by the way that yoongi gives that teasing slap.

jungkook doesn't hesitate. the second the words have left yoongi's lips he's moving, fingers hooked in his waistband, shifting around enough to get those briefs down and off. he's so hard and it feels so good even to just get that small bit of relief that comes with the freedom, with his cock free to show off exactly how effected he really is, all flushed and slick with precum already. jungkook's breath is coming a little faster, but he sits there in yoongi's lap, waits obediantly until he tells him what to do or continues himself. there's no way he's going to even risk fucking this up or slowing it down by being over eager right from the start.

The dark briefs Jungkook favors--Yoongi favors--never leave much to the imagination, though having them off is always so much more preferable. Watching Jungkook undress for him feels like a kind of high, rolling warmth coursing over his entire body as he settles back into the couch, following the boy's every move, the shift of his leg muscles, the flex of his back, the way his cock curves up against his stomach when it finally springs free. Flushed pink and hard and leaking, and all for him. Yoongi never tires of unwrapping the pretty little gift, especially when it comes on the heels of Jungkook behaving so well, already moving to sit nice and docile for him. He also loves the way it plays hide and seek against the oversized T-shirt still hanging off of Jungkook's frame, exposed and coy at the same time, and if Yoongi were a photographer himself he'd capture this moment in a heartbeat.

"Gorgeous."

Yoongi pulls Jungkook higher up his lap, fondling between the young boy's thighs until precum coats his fingers. He jerks him off loosely underneath the fabric of his shirt, dragging the head of his cock slowly along the cotton, watching it darken, dampen within seconds, just the same as his underwear. Just the same as the clothes he was wearing during the video call. Making a mess is acceptable, encouraged even, but Jungkook knows well enough by now that coming without permission during playtime is a different story--even at Yoongi's hands. Besides, Yoongi isn't trying to get him off. He just wants to see his boy squirm, feel his thighs shake with the effort to restrain himself, hear more of those airy moans.

"So gorgeous, baby," Yoongi praises, his other hand smoothing over the boy's ass, a slick finger teasing against the hole he had fucked in so many delicious ways last weekend. The touch, the memories...the thought of doing so much more make his own hard-on that much more obvious straining against his jeans.

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jungkook isn't sure if yoongi has ever had him feeling quite like this before. there's always that sense of curiosity, of anticipation. he's always wondering what yoongi has in mind for him, what he's going to do to him, how he'll make him feel, how far they'll go. he isn't unfamiliar with being edged, either, something he had never really had much experience with before yoongi but he's discovered now just how much he likes it, how good it can make him feel, how great the payoff is so long as he can keep himself together. do what yoongi says, wait for permission like a good boy.

still, being on edge for hours on end is something a little bit different. being so hard for so long, just waiting and wondering what was in store for him, unable to distract himself well enough to calm down when he knew that it was only a matter of hours before yoongi would be home. now he's here, now jungkook is in his lap in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and his body is so pulled taut, so ready for the pleasure that he knows yoongi is going to give him that even the way the older man pulls him farther up into his lap makes his breath hitch, before yoongi's fingers are even between his thighs in the first place.

it's so much worse when they are. so much better, the way that yoongi teases him, giving him something, just a little bit of friction but nowhere near enough. it doesn't matter. jungkook could still cum from it, especially after a day like today. if yoongi told him to he could, there's a part of him that's aching to, but he doesn't. he won't. not even when yoongi is praising him like that, in that voice that never fails to get to him. not even when all of his touches have jungkook's thighs starting to tremble already, his fingers finding their way near yoongi's shoulders for something to hold onto, stuttered breaths giving way to soft sounds that he doesn't bother trying to contain. just like he doesn't bother trying to contain the downright moan that comes with yoongi's finger teasing against his entrance, because he's always wanting for more, greedy for every single thing that yoongi is willing to give him. "daddy," rolls off of his tongue easily, thoughtlessly, a breathless groan of the name more than anything else. he doesn't dare to move too much, not for now, not while he can still control himself so well. "missed you so much.. i couldn't wait for you to come home."

Yoongi isn't sure he's ever seen Jungkook worked up quite like this either. He's pushed him hard before, edged him, even gotten his boy close to tears a few times before giving him what he truly needed--but those moments have never been stretched out for hours on end. He's never instructed the boy to spend all day pleasuring himself with no relief. He's never seen this exact look in Jungkook's dark eyes before, only glimpses of it, growing with each passing week, this potential for even deeper, stronger submission. It happens so naturally, so quickly that another man might have missed it in his own haze. But Yoongi notices everything.

Jungkook's ready. Even more ready than he was last weekend, certainly more ready than the first time Jungkook took him in his arms, the younger boy all clumsy, needy curiosity. The signs are everywhere--the sheer trust in the way he clings onto him without any hesitation, how he openly trembles and moans for him, the way his body stirs under his touch like it's coming to life. Yoongi's trained it well, but Jungkook's also taken to the training like no one else. Suddenly, fucking Jungkook tonight doesn't just feel like something he's been waiting patiently on, that he wants to do. It feels like a necessity.

"I know, baby," Yoongi murmurs in that same low, almost consoling tone, pushing just the pad of his finger inside Jungkook, rubbing him gently from within. The rest of it eases inside with hardly any resistance, the boy's own precum slicking the way. The thought of Jungkook perhaps playing with one of his toys, shoving his own fingers in his ass while desperately jerking off in bed passes Yoongi's mind, and it has him sinking in all the way. Arousal pulses hot and heavy within him, his other hand leaving the boy's aching cock so he can feel up his chest underneath the thin T-shirt, manhandle him even closer. Shit, if Jungkook doesn't have the smoothest skin--still fresh from the shower, irresistible.

"Daddy didn't want you to have all the fun without him. That's not part of the plan for tonight."

no matter how much jungkook wants yoongi to fuck him, he isn't expecting it. he learned the hard way not to expect it, after the first few times, after it started to become a bit more clear that it wasn't going to be that quick, that easy, if at all. even going into this entirely inexperienced in this kind of thing, there's still that part of him, that something in the back of his mind that realizes. yoongi has gone slowly with him, started out easy, and jungkook knows it. even as hard as he's pushed him from time to time, closer and closer to what sometimes seems like a breaking point, testing the limits and showing jungkook just how much he can take, just how much he likes taking it .. somehow he still manages to keep pushing harder, farther, even if it's just inch by inch. and tonight it's the way that jungkook feels after being so on edge for hours, so ready for this, ready to be a good boy, to get whatever kind of reward it is that yoongi might feel like giving him.

regardless of learning not to expect it, jungkook can't help it, won't deny that he still thinks about it. he still fantasizes about it, and the whole truth is that he spent a better part of the afternoon thinking about it with a hand around his cock, thinking about it while he fucked himself with his fingers, closed his eyes and tried to fall into imagining what it might be like if it were yoongi sliding into him instead.

it just means that he's that much more prepared, that much more ready for yoongi now. he's ready for the way that his finger starts to press inside, and right now only one is barely anything, not nearly enough for jungkook but still the fact that it's yoongi doing it is so, so much better. the low, soothing tone of his voice only gets jungkook whining softly in response, fingers tightening near yoongi's shoulders, touch smoothing up and down because, just for the sake of it, for the sake of touching at least a little bit more. he doesn't dare to do too much without permission but it's hard, always hard but even moreso tonight to keep himself coherent enough to think about things like that, especially when yoongi's touch is moving over more of his skin, pulling him even closer, making him tremble slightly under his touch along with the words that yoongi is saying.

"mmn.. playing with daddy is so much more fun. so much better," he responds breathlessly, because it's true, and because he's never shy in communicating his appreciation, his gratitude for everything that yoongi gives him.

It would be dishonest to claim it was simply for Jungkook's sake, going slow, making sure the boy was thoroughly aware and comfortable with what he was getting himself into with Yoongi--though of course that was a priority. It's always a priority with his subs. Even more so with someone as young as Jungkook, still just a teenager, just beginning to scratch the surface of adulthood and who he wants to become, how he wants to spend these next four years at university. He had never had an arrangement like this before, obvious to Yoongi from the very beginning, and still he was completely taken by the freshman. He wanted Jungkook's experience to be nothing short of incredible.

The thing is, he wants that for himself too. Taking his time with Jungkook was just another way to reinforce his control, and control was everything. He got off on the way Jungkook's expectations skittered, bowed down to what he was given instead, that no matter what the younger boy craved he had the ultimate say. Yoongi decided what the boy got, and what he didn't get. He decided how he wanted to wreck the boy, for how long, in what clothes, in which position, every last detail belonging to him and him alone. Even now, Jungkook's hands are on an invisible tight leash, gripping at his shoulders, not daring to move too much despite his need. He's learned--because Yoongi's disciplined him to follow the rules.

Such a good, good boy. Yoongi continues to fuck up into Jungkook, enjoying the heat clinging to his finger, the delicious whine he's able to push out of the younger boy. Their bodies are so close he can feel the race of his boy's heart as he palms across his chest, abusing his nipples with light, quick pinches before moving to tug the shirt completely off. Naked, flushed all over, and trembling in his lap--another mental snapshot, Yoongi drinking him in before considering Jungkook's choice of words:

"Let's make it better, then."

He pulls out and easily maneuvers Jungkook to lay down, pressing down on his shoulders until the younger boy is sprawled over his lap instead, cock trapped between Yoongi's legs, ass on full display. Vulnerable. His grip moves up to the back of Jungkook's neck, holding him against the couch with just enough pressure to make his point, while his other hand smooths up the boy's thighs. All sensuous strokes, indulging in the swell of his muscles, every dip and curve of his waist and backside, Yoongi's touch exploring every single corner. And then, without warning, two more fingers sink back into Jungkook, fucking even deeper inside.

in the beginning, when this first started, even before he met yoongi at all, it might have been hard for jungkook to believe that this is where he would end up. hard to believe that eventually he would be like this, that he would be so submissive, so completely willing to be, so much more than ready to just do whatever it is that someone else wants, whatever they command him to do, to be so completely and totally at someone else's whim. but it isn't just someone else. it isn't some stranger, it's min yoongi, and he's the reason for all of this. he's the reason why jungkook opened himself up to it all in the first place, the one who helped him, guided him into this, showed him exactly what it was that he's been missing, that he could enjoy something like this so completely, unlocking parts of himself that jungkook otherwise may have never even known existed.

honestly, it's been nothing short of incredible, and every single time only reinforces that thought, only feels even better, drives jungkook even deeper into just how much he likes it. it feels good, feels natural now, feels just as much a part of his life as the classes he attends on the weekdays and the friends he has, the assignments he puts his all into, the way he still takes his camera out just to take shots of his own on the side whenever he gets the chance. yoongi feels like that. like a staple, something he's used to, something that makes him feel safe, comfortable. something that he's sure he definitely doesn't want to be without, not anymore, though he tries not to let his thoughts dip into territory like that whenever he can help it.

the good thing is that yoongi has a way of making it impossible for him to think much at all. jungkook has never really experienced this kind of thing with sex before, never lost himself in it the way that he does with the older man, never given himself up completely enough to allow it to happen. but with yoongi now, it's effortless. just as easy as breathing, the way he lets it happen. the way every single touch pulls a reaction, gets him arching closer to the older man, fingers tightening that much more in their grip on yoongi's shoulders until he has to move so that his shirt can come off, and he's past feeling flustered, feeling embarrassed about being so exposed in front of yoongi now.

now, all he feels is the want, the desire, even as yoongi is maneuvering him, handling him so effortlessly when jungkook doesn't even try to push back against it in the slightest. why would he? it's so much better to just fall into it, to let it happen, to lay across yoongi's lap the way that the older man wants him to, hard as hell, breathing fast and shaky because it's impossible not to give himself over to it now. it's impossible not to want more, so much more, even when the strong grip against the back of his neck, yoongi's wandering touches over his skin are so good after wanting him, missing him for so long. all jungkook can do is take it, and he does, trying but unable to reign in all of the soft sounds that keep threatening to come out. he just can't help himself, and he really can't help the way that he groans when yoongi's fingers are suddenly fucking back into him, the appreciative whine of "daddy" that comes out, breathless already.

Yoongi wants to see what else he can push out of Jungkook. He's already a chorus of needy whines and breathless little sounds, tumbling one right after the other, like his body can't quite keep up with what Yoongi's doing to him. Like even containing himself is too big a task. And that groan from low in his throat, that raw thing inside of the younger boy when Yoongi goes deep...that's something special. And he's going to take full advantage of how sensitive Jungkook is at the moment, like a live wire across his lap, positively sparking at his touch.

Yoongi rewards the breathless call of his name with quick, deep thrusts of his fingers. The new position with Jungkook laid out in front of him, completely at his mercy, means Yoongi can angle his fingers in just the right way, with just the right amount of pressure to make the boy's toes curl. With all the composure and authority he had from the moment he came home, Yoongi simply lays into him. Every now and again he'll give the boy's ass a biting slap, knead into the skin just to hear the other cry out, before fucking back into him without a second thought. Three fingers deep and still so damn tight, so hot it makes Yoongi's cock twitch in the confines of his jeans. Watching Jungkook take it--only the first round.

But he still needs more. The fingers wrapped around Jungkook's neck shift, never easing their grip as his thumb caresses over the boy's cheek. After a particularly hard thrust, Jungkook's mouth falling slack, he slips his thumb between those pretty lips. It drags across the boy's tongue like a tease, a piece of candy to suck.

"You like when daddy fills you up?"

Edited 2017-05-23 02:45 (UTC)

jungkook has always been in the palm of yoongi hand. he's always been easy, even right from the beginning. maybe it has to do with that calm authority that yoongi exudes in everything he does. maybe there's just been something there all along, something deep inside of jungkook that's always known it's exactly what he wanted, maybe even what he needed, to belong to someone. to submit to someone, to give up control to someone so fully, so completely. maybe it's all of the above or something entirely different. the reasoning doesn't matter now.

nothing else really matters when yoongi's got him like this. all kinds of vulnerable, spread across his lap on full display and god, jungkook loves it. its entirely obvious how much he loves it in how hard he still is, how he's probably making a bit of a mess between yoongi's legs where his cock is trapped now, especially now that yoongi is fucking him open properly, giving it to him nice and good with his fingers. jungkook could cum like this. he has before, multiple times, and with the way the position gives yoongi such control, with how worked up he is it's almost a relief every time yoongi smacks his ass, grabs at it, gives him even the slightest break so that he doesn't get too close too fast. a relief and yet that special yoongi brand of torture all the same, the one that drives him insane, that he can never quite get enough of.

it feels good. it feels so good, and jungkook isn't shy about it, about letting yoongi know just how much he appreciates every thrust of fingers inside of him, his eyes fluttering closed, jaw going slack the better, deeper yoongi finger fucks him. he doesn't expect the brush of the older man's thumb over his tongue but he welcomes it, can't help the way his tongue laves over it on instinct, the way he wants to suck on it, and maybe he starts to, just a little. "yes," he breathes around it the best that he can. "mn - god. yes, daddy."

Seeing Jungkook take it at both ends makes that pit of desire knot dangerously in Yoongi. Fingers carve out a space for himself inside Jungkook's warm, soft body, all splayed out for him to admire, and it hits all over again, just how much of Jungkook is his. It used to be something he wondered about when it all began, just how well someone like Jungkook could take to something like this. This lifestyle, this relationship that he would never be able to properly describe with his family and friends, this role that has so many demands. Looking down at his boy now, lying there in perfect submission, Yoongi can't imagine having anyone more willing. More obedient. All this from the fresh-faced kid who was already far more talented and hard working than he gave himself credit for. He would have been just fine on his own. Could have been like any other student getting himself through school and making a name for himself. Could have been no one's boy.

Or worse, someone else's. That thought stings more than it should, because now Yoongi knows better.

Yoongi's breath hitches at the way Jungkook's tongue curls around his thumb, the younger boy softly suckling against his skin, looking and sounding completely touched out. It makes him want to keep the boy bent over and simply drive home. Makes him want to rip the orgasm out of Jungkook until he's writhing in his lap, begging and bucking up against his hand. God knows it wouldn't take much, what with the way he's been completely overworked, Yoongi's jeans likely a mess of precum at this point. And as tempting an idea as it is, it still doesn't even come close to how sweet Jungkook's real reward will be.

"Still thinking about how good it would be if I fucked you, hm?" There's a edge to the calm now. Heat simmering beneath the cool exterior as Yoongi expertly angles his fingers to brush against the young boy's prostate. The thrusts are anything but gentle--and as soon as he feels Jungkook racing close to the edge all over again, for probably the tenth time today, Yoongi pulls out completely. He's done plenty to prepare Jungkook tonight--and over the past few months--and now it's the boy's time to return the favor.

Yoongi thumbs over Jungkook's soft lips, dragging a wet stripe as he pulls away, intention clear in the familiar words. "Get on your knees."

Edited 2017-05-24 03:28 (UTC)

jungkook knows that he's falling into all of this fast. he knows that it's different from how he usually is, knows while he can still think properly enough to know it that this is getting a little bit out of hand a little bit too soon. but he also knows that he's powerless to stop it. maybe in the beginning he might have tried, tried to resist just how fucking good yoongi makes him feel, tried to resist getting so worked up, so touched out just by expert fingers in a matter of minutes. maybe he would have, but nowadays, jungkook knows better. there's no point in resisting, in even trying to, and honestly, he doesn't want to.

because he belongs to yoongi. because there isn't any part of him that wants to fight it, that wants to do anything but embrace it, fall into it and let yoongi do whatever the fuck he wants, whatever he pleases with him. he's yoongi's, all yoongi's, and there's nothing left to do but let go.

yoongi knows exactly what he's doing. he plays jungkook's body so well now, expertly, just like any of the instruments he's mastered, knowing exactly what to do to get jungkook exactly where he wants him. and jungkook can't help the way he cries out slightly when those talented fingers brush up against him in all the best ways, fuck into him relentlessly until he's just one stuttered breath away from telling yoongi that he's close, because he isn't going to cum without permission. he won't. he's too stubborn for that. yoongi knows without jungkook having to tell him. the sound that the younger makes is somewhere between a whine and a soft noise of relief, almost impossible for jungkook himself to know if he wants more or if he's grateful for the chance to breathe, to not lose it so quickly, for this not to be over so soon.

his head is still hazy, still spinning a bit, his breaths coming faster than usual but it doesn't stop him from moving as soon as yoongi pulls out and tells him what to do. yoongi never has to tell jungkook twice and now is no exception. he pushes himself up, manages to slide his way down onto his knees between the older man's legs with a fair amount of grace, gaze sliding up the length of yoongi's body, and jungkook still doesn't dare to do anything without permission, even if his fingers twitch slightly with how much he wants to. "can i, daddy?" he asks, looking up at yoongi, locking eyes with a gaze that's dark and needy, already a little too close to practically begging yoongi for permission to touch, permission to do away with those jeans, to get a mouthful of yoongi's cock if he'll let him.

Of course they both know. It's why Yoongi doesn't bother with stating the obvious, with reminding Jungkook once again not to cum, not yet, not here, not without explicit approval to do so. His boy is too smart, too stubborn not to understand the game by now, to give in quite this fast. Besides, he's done far too well to tarnish his obedience just like that. The thought of disappointing daddy in any way is something Yoongi knows Jungkook takes seriously, completely to heart--and it's evident by the way the younger boy doesn't even hesitate to comply to Yoongi's next demand. Even after getting fucked open, degraded and teased in Yoongi's grasp, Jungkook still manages to keep himself steady. Pride blooms inside his chest all over again, simply watching Jungkook.

Yoongi loves the way he slinks down between his legs. He loves the way Jungkook's gaze rakes over him even more, those big eyes practically glazed over with want, piercing straight through him. Silently pleading before that question even leaves the boy's lips. His boy's thighs look even nicer when he's sitting back on his heels, legs tucked demurely underneath him, his body all tanned skin flushed with arousal, hair tousled from the rough-sweet treatment of Yoongi's earlier grip on his neck. It falls into those dark eyes, and in that moment Yoongi feels utterly weak for the kid. It doesn't matter how many times Yoongi's made the boy go down on him, how many opportunities he's had to see Jungkook from this particularly appealing angle, how many expectant expressions he's received--he can never compete with this. Jungkook's just too damn good.

"Go on," Yoongi encourages lowly, something dark passing over his own eyes as he spreads his legs wider apart. A hand reaches out to pull Jungkook closer, guiding him in like the very first time the younger boy sucked him off. Fingers curl around the smooth skin of Jungkook's shoulder, the mere image of Jungkook hovering over his clothed, incredibly hard cock doing something to that persistent fluttering in his stomach. He can't deny that he's been looking forward to this all day. "Want to feel just how good my boy is."

jungkook doesn't do anything until yoongi gives him permission. he doesn't even so much as steal a touch, almost like the hours of waiting, the frustration, the build up has made him that much more obedient, entirely unwilling to do anything that could compromise his position even slightly. he waits, simply watching yoongi with all the lust and longing and want he has for the older man clear in his dark eyes until he's given explicit permission, until yoongi tells him to proceed, spreading his legs that bit wider, reaching out to pull jungkook in even closer.

yoongi doesn't have to. not anymore, not now that jungkook's done this so many times, he's used to it, nowhere near hesitant or unsure like he may have been in the very beginning. but that doesn't mean that jungkook doesn't like it. because he does, always loves any kind of encouragement, praise that he gets from the older man. and he takes it easily, shifts closer, lets his fingers slide up over yoongi's thighs for just a moment before he's moving them up, unfastening yoongi's jeans, tugging at them just enough to get them out of the way. his boxers come next, pulled down enough for jungkook to pull yoongi's cock out, and he's already so hard that he can't help the soft sound that pushes from his throat already.

it's no secret how much yoongi turns jungkook on. definitely no secret how much he loves his cock, how much he wishes he could have it properly. but he loves this well enough, gives a few slow, firm strokes just to feel it, for yoongi to feel it, too. but he doesn't waste time, either. he doesn't waste time in leaning closer to drag his tongue along the underside of yoongi's cock, from base to tip, in sliding it into his mouth properly without any further teasing. because his job isn't to tease. his job is to be a good boy, to give his daddy exactly what he wants. so that's what he does, steadying yoongi's cock with fingers wrapped around the base so he can sink down around it properly, bobbing his head, starting a rhythm that he knows yoongi likes. it's impossible to resist groaning around the length of yoongi's cock, impossible to resist how much he loves it, getting his mouth around it, big eyes looking up at yoongi the whole time.

The moment Jungkook unzips his jeans, shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers, Yoongi sighs in relief. He may not have been sporting a hard on for half of the day like his boy, but it doesn't matter--he still needs this. Just being out of his clothes, even half-way, eases some of the pressure building up, and it's that much better once Jungkook pulls him out. Sometimes Yoongi forgets just how big he looks in the younger boy's hands, which are large in of themselves, and the image never fails to get him that much harder. Another barely audible scratch in the back of his throat as Jungkook begins stroking him, nice and firm and strong...only for his fingers to become the flat of his tongue. For the flat of his tongue to become his mouth. For bliss to wash over Yoongi's entire body, rendering his limbs completely useless against the couch the more Jungkook sucks him in.

He can't even begin to describe how good it is. Jungkook's always been a natural in his eagerness to please, but with the proper coaching and practice over the past few months he's taken to Yoongi's dick like a fucking fish to water, with enough enthusiasm and skill to make his head spin. Not unlike right now, Yoongi's mind clouding over pleasantly as he's enveloped in that perfect, wet heat. Everything about his baby boy and what he's doing is perfect. Exactly what he needs. Exactly how he should be treated. His cock twitches in agreement inside Jungkook's stretched lips, vibrations from the other's soft groan enough to make his thighs tremble, grip tightening suddenly on the boy's shoulder. And that's before he even gets to those big, expressive eyes.

"Look at you, baby," Yoongi murmurs, voice thick with arousal as he stares down at the younger boy, his own eyes half-lidded. It's almost too good to be true, how hot Jungkook looks bobbing on his cock, the inches he hasn't stuffed inside yet held steady in his fist. The boy doesn't blink, doesn't falter even once as he picks up the pace, and lord, if those aren't the best blowjob eyes Yoongi's ever seen on a sub before. On a boy period. Only Jungkook can put him in a trance from that gaze alone, and the fact that he knows just how much pleasure the boy is getting out of this as well, the fact that it's so obvious, makes it all the better. Yoongi melts back further, content to let Jungkook do the work. "You were made to take daddy's cock."

the only thing better than how good it feels to get his mouth around yoongi's cock is how much yoongi likes it, how he makes it obvious that he likes it, how he lets jungkook know just how good he's making him feel. it's not something that jungkook has ever experienced before. not to the level that he gets to with yoongi, at least, because the need to please yoongi, the need for that praise, the need to know how good he is, the best, burns inside of him with a kind of vengeance that he's never had before. jungkook doesn't know where it comes from. it's hard to say whether it's the air of authority that yoongi constantly carries or just how goddamn attractive he is, whether it's how well he treats jungkook, how good he takes care of him, all of the above or something else entirely different. in the end, he supposes that it doesn't really matter. the point is that it feels good, it feels so good just making his daddy feel good and jungkook loves it. he could probably get off just like this, just from sucking yoongi off if he was worked up enough, if yoongi wanted him to, if he told him to do it.

watching yoongi feel good, knowing that he's the reason for making yoongi feel good is one of jungkook's favorite things. he loves it, plain and simple, especially like this. he loves the way that yoongi practically melts back into the couch, the way that he just lets jungkook give it to him, ease all the tension of the work week away, show him just how good he can be. because jungkook can be good. yoongi has taught him how to be good, taught him exactly what to do, what he likes, and jungkook does his best to keep every last detail fresh in his memory, to make sure that every single blowjob he gives yoongi will be even better than the last.

now is no exception. and especially not when yoongi's voice is washing over him, low and raw with arousal in that way that always gets heat dripping down through him, that keeps him just as hard, cock twitching impatiently even though he's ignoring it entirely in favor of focusing himself on yoongi instead. it's worth it, so much more than worth it and jungkook just wants to keep giving it to him good. even when he has to pull off to catch his breath he doesn't hesitate, fingers moving to stroke yoongi with that same strong, firm grip from base to tip a few times over, slide only made that much better by his mouth. it just makes it that much easier to come back to it again, to start taking yoongi in deeper and deeper with each bob of his head this time around, deeper until his eyelids are fluttering slightly, until he has to break the way their gazes are locked in order to close his eyes, to concentrate on relaxing his throat so he can let yoongi slide in even deeper, as deep as he can go. and the feeling only turns jungkook on that much more, coaxes another groan from him throat, fingers moving to smooth along yoongi's thigh, just wanting, so eager to make him feel good.

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