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.
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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.