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 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.

Edited 2017-05-09 02:24 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2017-05-15 06:13 (UTC)

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.

Yoongi could easily come himself, just like this. Has plenty of times before, with Jungkook buried between his thighs, swallowing every drop as he let himself go, succumbed to the perfect, tight heat of his throat. Every weekend they spend together sees Jungkook in this position, knees roughed up against the hard wood floor of his apartment, or spread on the crisp white sheets of his bed. Or sometimes even straddling Yoongi's head as he pleasures the young boy at the same time. And every single time it leaves sparks behind Yoongi's eyelids, leaves him shaking and wondering how those pretty lips could do such filthy things. Thank god that they can.

It's not empty praise, the words that drip out of him. In moments like these, Jungkook simply is made for him. Yoongi continues to watch as the boy pulls off his cock with a breathless little sound, the slick glide of his hand making his hips stutter, before leaning down to suck him back in. Jungkook does it like he's starved, pushing himself to take Yoongi deeper, inch by inch steadily disappearing inside of him. His own special form of magic. Fitting daddy inside so nicely, so snug. It's only when the tip of his cock nudges the back of Jungkook's throat that a groan finally rips out of Yoongi, the older man powerless to that blinding, white-hot sensation. Suddenly he scrambles his fingers into Jungkook's hair, holding him down until Jungkook's nose brushes his skin, before forcing him off. This happens a couple more times, letting the boy catch his breath, fucking into his throat all over again, roughly keeping the boy right where he needs him. By that point Yoongi is rigid and panting against the couch, glazed eyes watching as his boy starts to look more and more ruined. He's getting closer--if he doesn't stop now their fun together will take a detour, and Yoongi's nothing if not disciplined. He knows exactly where he wants them to go, where he wants this night to lead, and finishing himself off now isn't part of the plan.

This time, when Yoongi pulls Jungkook off of his cock, he just keeps him there. He stares down at the boy's cherry red lips slick with precum, teary eyes, hair tousled from his own grip--he looks so utterly, prettily wrecked that something in Yoongi gives a little. "Good boy," he breathes, lifting Jungkook up to meet his kiss, rough-sweet and messy. He tastes himself on the boy's tongue, tastes everything, cock somehow growing that much harder as he comes out and asks "You still want to take more, don't you? Want daddy to fuck you for real?" Just like before, Yoongi already knows the answer. And just like before, he needs to hear Jungkook say it. He needs to hear how bad he really wants it.

it's familiar enough that there's no reason for jungkook to think that this would go any differently. it doesn't matter how often they do this, doesn't matter how used to it he gets - he never stops loving it. he never stops wanting it, and thank god yoongi doesn't either. thank god yoongi seems to sink into it all just as much as jungkook does, never has any problems with letting jungkook go down on him, never struggles to let go and come, hard, just the way that he jungkook loves to make him. just the way that his daddy deserves to, each and every time. and even the thought of it now has his nerves on edge, pushes the way that he keeps it up, the way that he doesn't back down even for a second in giving it to yoongi as good as he can.

of course, it helps when yoongi tangles fingers in his hair like that. when he's pushing and holding jungkook right where he wants him. when he's fucking into his throat, taking control and giving it back, a push and pull that keeps jungkook groaning when he can manage it, and he can't breathe properly but it doesn't matter. he doesn't need to. not when he's doing this instead, not when it feels so good, when he can feel his mind starting to fade out into something that's all pleasant, raw, where he doesn't think about anything, where he just wants, feels. wants to feel yoongi come undone underneath him, wants to feel yoongi cum in his mouth, down his throat, wants the satisfaction that comes with it - from both sides. jungkook wants it so much that when yoongi finally pulls him off, when he keeps him off, holds him there, there's absolutely nothing that he can do about the whine that slips out of his throat first.

he's well on his way to an absolute wreck, and it's all because of yoongi. jungkook's eyes open, gaze sliding up to lock onto yoongi's, eyes tearing at the corners from the strain his big cock puts on his throat, flushed, hair a mess, just wanting more. needing more, more of whatever his daddy is willing to give him. of course the kiss helps, but even the question alone is enough to get jungkook's cock twitching in interest, and there's no hesitation at all before he's nodding slightly, breath still coming a little harsh and heavy from deepthroating yoongi just a few moments earlier, so eager. "yes," he breathes, because he wants it, because jungkook is quite sure there's a good possibility that he's never wanted anything else so much in his entire life. "i want it. i want to feel daddy's big cock inside me." jungkook is shameless, lost that a long time ago with yoongi, and it isn't just dirty talk, either. it's the truth, plain and simple, clear with the desperate edge hanging off of his words. "please? i promise i'll be good."

Yoongi loves when Jungkook begs. It's always unprompted, which makes it all the better, watching the younger boy get lost inside his own need, shamelessly asking for more. So endearing, how hard he tries when he's already got Yoongi wrapped around his finger. He's been planning this night for weeks. He's known from the moment he got home tonight how he was going to kiss him, how he was going to lead him to the couch, how he was going to keep edging until the boy's body shook from the strain of it. All the ways he's opened Jungkook up, taken him, has been leading to this. Even the blowjob itself, which Yoongi can quite honestly say was the best one Jungkook's given yet, was to prepare them. The fact that Jungkook knows none of this, that he simply takes what Yoongi gives him no questions asked, is just as thrilling as the rush of the boy's promise.

He's never sounded so good, and Yoongi can't keep his hands to himself. Of course he's going to be a good boy. There's no other option. Just daddy's good boy. Fingers sink into Jungkook's tight waist, grip his hair as he tugs them both off of the couch, standing flush against one another. The way their cocks brush pushes a low sound from his throat as he kisses everything he can on the younger boy. His neck, his shoulder, his ridiculously pierced ears. It's all his. Walking Jungkook back toward his bedroom, he continues claiming what's his, thoroughly, until finally he's able to lay the boy down against his bed sheets. Even this feels different, guiding the boy into position, his touch stroking up and down his body. And still he doesn't say anything. His permission is in every touch, every intake of breath as he watches Jungkook. The desire has been there since day one.

"Hands and knees, baby." It's nothing more than a murmur, the fingers hugging Jungkook's waist lifting up to put the boy at a better angle for him. And god, does he look lovely all spread out, like everything good in the world is buried in that flushed, tantalizing, perfect body. This body that's soft only for him. Obeys only him. Accepts only him. Yoongi's bed is large, all crisp, modern white sheets and blankets--the ideal canvas for Jungkook to spread out in. He doesn't realize the work of art he is himself--probably doesn't even realize how much more wrecked he's going to be once Yoongi is through with him.

yoongi doesn't say anything, and that only serves to drive jungkook crazier. because he has no idea, because there's no way to know what the older man is thinking, what he's planning. it's something that jungkook can't figure out, something he isn't sure if he ever will be able to figure out, how to get inside yoongi's head at times like this. how to know what he's thinking, planning, how to anticipate what will come next. he can't. and honestly, maybe that's some of the thrill itself, the appeal, the fact that yoongi always keeps such a calm, composed exterior even when he's tearing jungkook apart piece by piece, making him into little more than a complete mess, totally at his mercy.

jungkook fucking loves it. he loves being caught off guard, loves not knowing what to expect. he can't deny that there's something about the mystery of the whole thing that just makes it that much more arousing, the way that he can never guess what yoongi wants from him, what he's going to give to him on any given day. the way that all he can do is his own part, be a good boy and see what daddy thinks that he deserves. thinking about it all objectively, looking from the outside in he never would guess in a million years that this would be the kind of thing that he would get off on, that he would love so fucking much. but here he is, with min yoongi, and god he wouldn't change it for the world, not even a second.

there's nothing else to do but let himself be led back to yoongi's bedroom, and that's what jungkook does. he's pliant under yoongi's touches just like always, lets the older man move him, push and pull just the way that he wants to. he can't help the way that the closeness, the slight brushes of their bodies together, the tangle of yoongi's fingers in his hair and the brush of lips over anything yoongi can reach make him shiver, make him push soft sounds of his own deep in his throat, every part of him still a livewire, starved for all of yoongi's attention. he still doesn't know exactly what he'll get tonight, doesn't know what yoongi is planning but he does know that he needs to listen, wants to listen, especially once he's hit the familiarity of yoongi's large, lavish bed, all clean, comfortable sheets just waiting to be ruined. he doesn't have to be told twice, doesn't hesitate, isn't embarrassed to turn over just how yoongi wants him, hands and knees, spread out at an angle he thinks is good enough when he looks back over his shoulder to make sure. "like this, daddy?"

"Just like that," Yoongi approves, holding the younger boy's dark gaze as his palm slides from Jungkook's hip to the small of his back, down his ass, and finally resting on the back of his thighs. Then his eyes are following the same path, hungrily raking over the boy's still-hard cock, how tight he looks even spread out like this, despite Yoongi being three fingers not that long ago. Such a nice view. It makes his cock twinge impatiently, just wanting to bury inside Jungkook without any more delays, but Yoongi suppresses that urge. At least for now. At least when this is still new for both of them.

Of course, neither of them is new to sex itself--it didn't take many conversations after they met for Yoongi to gather that the freshman was more experienced than he had originally assumed. Relationships, explorations, a one night stand or two. He certainly knew what he was doing around men--Yoongi felt the proof of that every weekend. As for Yoongi himself...he's long lost count. Still, this was uncharted territory in their play dates, always hinted at, teased about, but never quite close enough. Breaking in his subs properly, patiently, is something Yoongi always takes seriously. And above all else, he cares about Jungkook. He cares about every part of him--his comfort, his trust, his needs, his pleasure--because that's simply what being a good daddy means. The truth is that it goes both ways.

Wordlessly, Yoongi shifts on the bed so he can grab the bottle of lube on the bedside table Jungkook was no doubt toying with earlier tonight. He slicks himself up first, stroking nice and slow as his breaths catch, stutter out quietly. His other hand reaches to the boy's entrance, watching him stretch to accommodate his fingers all over again. He makes quicker work of it this time around, but it's no less thorough, the wet, obscene sounds Jungkook's body make every time he thrusts in forcing a low curse from his throat. Clothes come off, every last expensive piece before he settles back behind Jungkook, knees pressed against the smooth sheets. Closing his eyes, Yoongi takes a moment to simply feel. Dragging his thick cock against the boy's ass, teasing the head along that slick pink rim. Fingers steady Jungkook's hips, curling deep into soft skin. Jungkook's own voice, echoing around in his head. He's been calling him daddy more and more tonight, the more fucked out he becomes--Yoongi's been all too aware of it. And it leaves his grip tightening.

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it's not an unfamiliar position in the slightest. jungkook is used to it, used to spreading himself out like this, all for yoongi. he's used to putting himself on display however yoongi wants to see him, to appreciate him, has stopped feeling embarrassed about it well before this point. because yoongi has made it clear that there's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to worry about, nothing to feel insecure about. yoongi has made him feel safe, from day one, and it's only been building since then. important that they establish that kind of relationship, that jungkook can feel comfortable enough to let go. and he does. he loves it, feels the anticipation crawling along his nerves now, just waiting until he can let go. let yoongi take care of him, let yoongi work him until he's mindless, until he can't do anything but take it.

that's exactly what jungkook wants. it's exactly what he loves, being taken care of like this, so completely, and god, yoongi's good at it. every touch, every word, every look. it all feels so effortless, even now. jungkook can't hold the eye contact for long. he has to break it in favor of getting more comfortable, not trying to hold himself up too much, just giving in to how it feels when yoongi's fingers are fucking him open again, not meeting much resistance after he already worked him so good a matter of minutes ago, after jungkook's already been playing all day.

he's blissfully unaware of anything else that yoongi is thinking, anything else that he's doing like this. can't see the way that he's slicking himself up, none the wiser until he feels it, until yoongi is coming closer, close enough to tease his cock against jungkook's entrance, to send a sharp thrill of arousal down his spine, making him groan on instinct because, fuck. he wants it, and the thought that maybe yoongi is finally going to give it to him, finally going to fuck him good and proper after months of teasing with the prospect of it, has every nerve in his body on edge. it's hard not to push back, hard not to try and get more, but he doesn't. he stays where he is, stays like a good boy, even though his breaths are fast and shaky and it's impossible to hold back the whine in his throat, the way that he's somewhere between whispering and panting "daddy, please."

Yoongi can practically feel the shake in Jungkook's breathing, that jumpy rabbit pulse that keeps the boy that much warmer in his hands. He doesn't startle, though. Doesn't move a single muscle at the way Yoongi's smearing the lube across his skin, barely nudging the tip of his cock against his entrance, a small exercise in torture--he just takes it. And despite all of that, incredibly, the begging continues. Jungkook still doesn't know just what's going to happen to him--if he's going to get fucked or toyed with--and seeing Jungkook accept his own vulnerability, deliriously plea for mercy he doesn't realize he's already been granted...it's more than enough. Even if Yoongi hadn't methodically planned it out this way, that alone would have shattered his discipline.

That, and the way Jungkook's body opens for him like it's starved. Yoongi's other hand palms Jungkook's side in long, soothing strokes, a small comfort even as his own cock throbs heavily against him, very nearly inside of him. "Breathe, Jungkook," he murmurs, steadying the younger boy's hips, touches splayed across his abs, the rest of him pushing forward a fraction more. "I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere." The promise comes from down deep, that same carnal need to take care of Jungkook in every single way he can. He doesn't even have to think about it--there's no need to.

No resistance. Yoongi watches the first inch disappear inside the freshman, already stretched so much wider than around his fingers--and then another, slowly, another, slowly, sinking in, still tight, so warm, so warm Yoongi could fucking melt into it. Nothing else exists besides this, Yoongi's eyes fixed on their bodies, on Jungkook now half-stuffed with his cock, staring in a hazy sort of awe. He's imagined it so many times, gotten off to it so many times, but this is so much sweeter than any wet dream it doesn't even come close. Yoongi gives a few shallow thrusts, working to open Jungkook even further on his big cock, a rough, approving sound slipping from his throat. "Good boy--mm, taking it so good."

nothing is guaranteed. that's something that jungkook has learned, something that he knows even if he hasn't acted up enough to receive the kinds of punishment that he has no doubt yoongi would give to him if he did. he's at yoongi's mercy, entirely under his will, and he knows that. has been taking control of that knowledge more and more over the past few months, so much so that he doesn't have to think about it. he doesn't have to think about letting himself go now, doesn't have to think about the way that he's still whining, still begging for it, still hoping that yoongi will give it to him the way that he wants him to so fucking badly, that he's been enough of a good boy to get the reward.

but yoongi always takes care of him. that's something that jungkook has learned, too. in every sense of the word, yoongi is always there, and now is no different. his voice is still just as low, rough around the edges with arousal but it's also warm, it holds a kind of comfort that jungkook sinks into easily, that gets him drawing in a deep breath and letting it out shakily, still holding on to some semblance of coherency at least for now.

that is, until he feels yoongi's cock starting to press inside. somehow it's still a surprise, a pleasant one, one that immediately has jungkook downright groaning, the stretch and burn of his body accepting yoongi's cock unlike anything he could have imagined. so much better, the way that it feels, and especially after wanting it so fucking badly all day, for all these months. it's been so long since jungkook has been properly fucked by someone else and knowing that it's yoongi only makes it that much better, makes it difficult for jungkook to not simply rock back against him now, force more of him inside, take it as quickly as he can manage. he knows he has to be careful, though, and more than that, he has to be a good boy. let daddy fuck him, let daddy keep the control. jungkook wants him to. and god, it's already hard to keep himself upright even with the first few shallow thrusts, just working him open, steady, getting jungkook used to the feel of him. it isn't long at all before jungkook's body is starting to shake from the effort of holding himself up, more whines backing up in his throat, catching in between the heavy breaths and groans of pleasure that come with yoongi finally, finally fucking him. and they've barely even gotten started.

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