jungkook can't help himself. he never can, not like this, not when yoongi has him like this, and if it's been bad before, then right now it's at least a million times worse. if jungkook could think properly, anything close to real coherency then he might be able to formulate some kind of thoughts about how he's never been this fucked out before, never been driven this far into something like total, mindless bliss. it almost feels like a dream, like something so far away from the day to day, the drag of classes, assignments, studying, making sure to keep his grades up because if he doesn't, then the weekends wouldn't be like this. and that just isn't something that jungkook wants to even think about, especially now.
if he were anywhere near coherent he would have expected the answer that yoongi gives to his question. he likely wouldn't have even asked it in the first place, because he knows better, he does, but it's just a testament to how far from all of that his headspace is right now, how deep he's been driven into something else entirely, like a kind of pleasure-trance that he can only get like this, only from yoongi, no one else. and he just keeps driving him that much farther into it, that much deeper, jungkook entirely pliant against the way that yoongi grabs his arms, pulls them behind his back to restrain him instead, the loss of yoongi's grip at his hip forcing him down against the mattress entirely.
it's ridiculous, absolutely fucking ridiculous how good it feels. yoongi's cock is perfect, so good, sliding in at all the right angles, hitting all the right spots and forcing more breathless groans from jungkook's throat, driving the pleasure to a dangerous point, winding that tight, tight heat up inside of him all over again, the same heat that's been teasing, torturing him all day. but even still, as mindless as he is, jungkook is a good boy. he's yoongi's good boy, and he's learned, been trained so well that he doesn't even have to think about it. he doesn't have to think about the groan of "daddy," that leaves him, the way that he struggles over harsh, shaky breaths but eventually manages, a whine of "daddy, close," to let yoongi know that he can't take much more, because he knows that he needs yoongi's permission to cum. but god, he wants to so bad, so on edge from denying himself all day and full of anticipation, of uncertainty right along with the ridiculous pleasure, entirely at yoongi's mercy.
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if he were anywhere near coherent he would have expected the answer that yoongi gives to his question. he likely wouldn't have even asked it in the first place, because he knows better, he does, but it's just a testament to how far from all of that his headspace is right now, how deep he's been driven into something else entirely, like a kind of pleasure-trance that he can only get like this, only from yoongi, no one else. and he just keeps driving him that much farther into it, that much deeper, jungkook entirely pliant against the way that yoongi grabs his arms, pulls them behind his back to restrain him instead, the loss of yoongi's grip at his hip forcing him down against the mattress entirely.
it's ridiculous, absolutely fucking ridiculous how good it feels. yoongi's cock is perfect, so good, sliding in at all the right angles, hitting all the right spots and forcing more breathless groans from jungkook's throat, driving the pleasure to a dangerous point, winding that tight, tight heat up inside of him all over again, the same heat that's been teasing, torturing him all day. but even still, as mindless as he is, jungkook is a good boy. he's yoongi's good boy, and he's learned, been trained so well that he doesn't even have to think about it. he doesn't have to think about the groan of "daddy," that leaves him, the way that he struggles over harsh, shaky breaths but eventually manages, a whine of "daddy, close," to let yoongi know that he can't take much more, because he knows that he needs yoongi's permission to cum. but god, he wants to so bad, so on edge from denying himself all day and full of anticipation, of uncertainty right along with the ridiculous pleasure, entirely at yoongi's mercy.