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 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.

Edited 2017-06-05 03:33 (UTC)

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.

Yoongi meant what he said earlier, right after he came through the door, drew Jungkook in closer for the first time all week. You've been a very, very good boy. Jungkook has proven himself time and time again over the last four months, far exceeding his expectations--which has been impressive in of itself. Yoongi cares, of course, but he also makes clear his expectations, demanding adherence to the roles mutually agreed upon. Even previous subs of his have faltered at times, and there's been a few who simply couldn't give him what he wanted. Few had what it took. Even fewer truly satisfied him. But this kid--this kid is something else altogether.

The one who greeted him perfectly with that sweet kiss, obedient without seeming at all practiced. The one who looked like a vision even in the barest of clothing, angular yet soft, still growing into his good looks. The one who listened to his instructions without hesitation, edging for hours on end in the very same bed where he's now trembling on Yoongi's dick. He hasn't just been a good boy. He might be the best Yoongi's ever had. That thought skips around in Yoongi's hazed mind, and maybe when he's not completely lost in the pleasure of Jungkook's body he'll take a moment to properly process it. Because right now all he can focus on is the way the younger boy shakes and tightens around him, the way his voice fills the entire room, sounding like sin and heaven. Yoongi loves how he's fucking the sounds out of Jungkook, the whines and groans only fueling the heat getting tighter and tighter in his belly.

Continuing to sink himself inside the younger boy, Yoongi catches on the strain in Jungkook's arms, dark eyes fixing on the twitching muscles. He can even feel it in the boy's spread thighs, just how hard he's working to keep himself in the right position. "Is my baby getting tired already?" he muses, voice dark with arousal and amusement. After a couple more thrusts he shifts a hand from Jungkook's side to his shoulder, forcing the boy to press flat against the mattress. Only his hips remain held up by Yoongi's firm grip, the shift in angle allowing him to go even deeper. The last remaining inches press their way inside, and Yoongi just sits there, pressed against his ass, indulging in how fucking silky sweet being inside his boy is.

"That won't do."

Edited 2017-06-09 04:01 (UTC)

jungkook is still blissfully unaware of so many things. there's no real way for him to know what yoongi thinks of him, how he thinks of him, how he measures up compared to the rest of the subs that he knows the older man has had before. he isn't entirely sure all the time if he's doing well, can only rely on the older man's praise but even just going off of that, it seems like he's keeping it up well enough. the best part of it all, though, is that he doesn't have to try. he had to in the beginning, when it was all still new, when he was getting used to it, testing the waters and learning the rules. now that he knows them, though, now that he knows just how much he loves being controlled, loves being a good boy, it comes to him practically just as easy as breathing.

breathing, though, is proving to be a little hard in a situation like this one. jungkook might feel something along the lines of pathetic if he were capable of more coherent thought, of worrying about things like that, if he weren't already so worked up that his mind was hazing over with the very first, teasing touch that yoongi brushed against him. now, it feels like he's fucking drunk on yoongi's cock already and he isn't even all the way inside yet, thrusts still shallow, but already so, so good that jungkook can't possibly imagine something even better. he's lucky. so, so lucky, and this is already hands down the best reward he's ever received.

it is distracting, though, the way that his arms are protesting more and more at the strain of keeping the position up when all he really wants to do is let go, give himself over to it, but that isn't his choice to make. it's yoongi's, and he makes it for him soon enough, when he's sliding his touch up to push at jungkook's until he's face down on the mattress, groaning against the cool, white sheets when it only makes the older man's cock slide in that much more, deeper, better, filling him up so completely. yoongi stays there, and jungkook barely picks up on his voice, that dark tone, the words slipping into the space between them. he does, though, enough that he can turn his head to the side. "i'm sorry, daddy," slips out between his harsh breaths, catching on another whine, more of those sounds that yoongi just draws out of him, that he doesn't bother stopping, especially not now. "it feels so good.."

Jungkook's breathless apology has Yoongi's cock throbbing inside of him. That heat in his belly spreads out dangerously fast, all the way down to the fingertips pressing imprints into the younger boy's hipbones. Digging in deep enough to leave bruises. Which is just as well, because Yoongi wants to consume every last inch of him, wants to write himself all over the boy's skin until he can't even look at himself without thinking of his daddy and how well he took care of him. The thought of Jungkook sitting nice and proper in his Monday morning class with all his peers, studying hard, when underneath his clothes lie all the dirty little secrets Yoongi etched into him beforehand, is too good to ignore.

And he grinds that much deeper, left hand curled around the younger boy's shoulder for leverage as he uses his own body weight to force Jungkook down, further, making him smaller and smaller, physically overwhelming the kid. The boy's cheek is squished against the white sheets, and Yoongi decides he likes him pressed on his side, face down like this. He likes being able to see the mindless pleasure clouding over his expression, how his eyes stay unblinking, unfocused, barely even open. He's already sinking fast into his reward, and knowing that it's only him that gets to see Jungkook like this, knowing that's it only him who can make Jungkook like this, has Yoongi fucking him straight into the mattress.

They're deep, measured strokes, Yoongi pulling out nearly all the way only to sink back inside his baby's tight little ass, filling him up to the brim. The slick slide is made that much easier when Yoongi pushes Jungkook's thighs even further apart and out of the way, when all that's keeping Jungkook's ass up is Yoongi's own cock, his own hand. Baby might be getting worn out, but daddy's got him. Daddy's always got him. "Tell me what feels good." Just as gravelly rough as before, almost taunting as he punctuates the demand with a sharper thrust.

yoongi's harsh grip on jungkook's skin keeps him grounded just as much as his voice does, holds him together while everything else about him continues to slowly, easily pull him apart. it's easy to sink into. so, so easy to let it happen, to let daddy take care of him, to give it all up in favor of coming apart at the seams, like putty in yoongi's hands. because he is, so ready to do whatever it is the older man wishes, to take whatever he gives him, to keep being his good boy and love every single second of it.

jungkook does love every second of it. he knows that it's a reward, the best reward, the thing that he's been wanting so fucking badly for so long and he would be an idiot not to fall into it, to take it all so completely, to savor every single second. he doesn't have to think, and it's familiar with the practice he's had every weekend with yoongi, the way that he can let himself stop doing just that. stop thinking, stop focusing, stop doing anything else that isn't feeling this, giving himself over to the pleasure, to the absolute control that yoongi commands, that he has over every part of him during these moments.

the way that yoongi fucks into him is so good. so good it's almost hard to believe it's the first time he's doing it, because every deep, pointed thrust has jungkook wanting to cry from the sheer pleasure it brings him, from how much he loves it, how good it is to be filled up and fucked properly after all these months of waiting. his fingers spread out and tighten around yoongi's crisp, clean sheets. his mouth is practically hanging open, eyes rolling back with the sound of yoongi's voice again, so raw and deep, with the sharper thrust that jolts through him. "daddy," he groans again, and it's mindless, hard to pull together the coherency that it takes to answer anything, to form the question he wants to ask, to do much of anything when yoongi is giving it so good. "so good.. you fuck so good.." he's babbling a little but it doesn't matter, nothing else matters more than this. "can i - ah - touch myself, daddy?"

That sharp thrust has their bodies connecting harshly, the filthy sound of skin on skin rushing to fill Yoongi's ears, Jungkook's lingering groan following a beat later. Sounds so good, so fucking shameless. A far cry from before, when Jungkook was hesitant, even shy around him, all backed up noises and kittenish sounds that were sexy in their own right. But it's so much better like this. So much better once Jungkook actually took Yoongi's words to heart, when he started to learn that there was no shame in giving himself over to all the good feelings, in displaying his body, in exploring what it wanted, needed. He never had to be embarrassed around the older man, and seeing the way Jungkook has grown so much even in a short amount of time has something like pride pricking alongside the lust within Yoongi.

And then that question--it almost rips a hoarse laugh from his throat. After spending all afternoon jerking himself off with absolutely no relief, not even a fraction of the heat he truly wanted, somehow it's still not enough for the insatiable boy. Simply having Yoongi fuck him isn't enough. Jungkook's still mindlessly chasing his own pleasure, thinking of his own hands to get him off, and that just won't do. His boy is lucky enough to have Yoongi dedicate an entire evening to defiling him on his bed sheets, giving him what he's been desperately begging for over the course of weeks, and suddenly it's as if he's forgotten everything. Yoongi would think to punish him if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook is so fucked out on his dick it looks like he can't even think straight, let alone properly talk. The deeper Yoongi explores inside of him the more he seems to lose touch with everything else--and the more fucking turned on Yoongi gets.

Yoongi can't blame him--so he corrects him. "Only daddy gets to touch you right now. Only daddy gets to make you feel good," he says, not unkindly, but there's no mistaking the low, authoritative tone. Without slowing his pace Yoongi reaches to pull Jungkook's fists off of the sheets, twisting the younger boy's arms so they cross the small of his back instead. The fact that he's all warm, pliant limbs makes it much too easy for Yoongi to restrain him, firmly keeping his arms locked in position. It also means that his hold disappears on the younger boy's hips, Yoongi practically growling as he begins pounding Jungkook straight into the bed, the boy now lying prone and small beneath him. Here, he can really drive home into his baby's sweet spot, show just how unnecessary Jungkook's request is.

"Now be a good boy and take it."

Edited 2017-06-12 01:03 (UTC)

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.

Jungkook takes it like a dream--takes it just the way Yoongi expects him to, a mess of desperate sounds and loose limbs and tight, tight heat. It's amazing how much smaller Jungkook feels lying underneath him like this, almost delicate, as though Yoongi could break him without any effort at all. Then, perhaps he's already done that. The younger boy has been out of his mind with pleasure from the moment Yoongi entered him, and despite his careful pacing all night, it's starting to quickly spiral even out of Yoongi's own control. Jungkook doesn't move from Yoongi's grip, doesn't squirm away from the force of his hips, doesn't do anything besides press broken whines against the sheets and let himself fall under. The room is filled with his loud groans, the heavy breathing shaking both of their bodies as that single word suddenly cuts through the rest of the noise.

Close. Yoongi feels it too, far too close for his own liking when it feels like they've barely just begun. God, he wants to stretch this out, wants to keep his fingers around this image of the younger boy for as long as he possibly can--but most of all he wants Jungkook to get his full reward. He's more than earned it. So obedient for it. Worked so hard for it. Even now, as incoherent and blissed out as he is, his muscles keep working Yoongi's dick so fucking good, so shamelessly greedy for him. Because Jungkook needs him--he needs his daddy now more than ever before, and Yoongi knows just what to do to make it all better for his baby boy.

"That's right, baby, cum for me," he pants, watching Jungkook's body bounce slightly on the bed as he lays into the young boy, short, ruthless thrusts that expertly target just where he needs the attention most. Yoongi doesn't bother reaching a palm underneath his boy, because he knows he can get off even better just like this, at the mercy of daddy's cock, feeling nothing else but his daddy's love over and over and over again. "Show daddy how much you love getting fucked. Show me how bad you fucking need it." His own breath falters, nails biting into the sensitive skin of the boy's wrist as he chases the mind-numbing rush.

Edited 2017-06-13 04:22 (UTC)

jungkook feels like he isn't going to be able to take it. feels like he's overwhelmed, like his body is a livewire to every single thing that yoongi is giving him and he's already giving him so much, too much. jungkook feels like he's going to explode, knows that the more yoongi fucks him, every single time he thrusts into him at that perfect, perfect angle, everything winds tighter and tighter and he isn't sure that he would be able to stop it from happening even if he tried. he still does try, though. in the few moments between telling yoongi that he's getting close and hearing his response, jungkook is doing everything that he can to try and bite it back, that desire to be good, to do as he's told always there, always surfacing right alongside everything else no matter what.

but yoongi doesn't want him to hold it back anymore. he's panting and his voice is low and raw with his own arousal, it gets to him all on its own just as much as the words do, just as much as yoongi sounds telling him to cum, giving him the permission that he's been waiting for, that his body has been aching for all day now. jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, doesn't have to think about it, doesn't need anything else before he gives in, lets go, giving over that very last piece of himself to the older man and the vicious pleasure that he brings.

with his hands still firmly behind his back like this, caught in yoongi's grip, jungkook can't do anything but take it. he can't do anything but let go, can't do anything but cum, hard, so hard that it's entirely possible he's actually blacked out for a few moments, entirely unaware of anything but how good it feels, how satisfying it is, finally getting that release, breaking the tension. he has no idea, no control over how loud he is, how much his body shakes with it, shameless in the face of yoongi's command while the pleasure still lingers, still rushes through him in soft waves, leaves him panting and gasping to try and catch his breath even while the bone-deep satisfaction starts to settle in, leaving him entirely useless, pliant against yoongi's bed.

It doesn't take long at all. Just the mere sound of his voice as he's pounding him through the command is enough to have Jungkook frantically tipping over the edge, finally getting the approval he's been hanging on for hours. Finally getting the fuck he's been waiting on for months. It all sharpens so quickly, so intensely, that Yoongi himself has to brace himself hard on the boy's hips, eyes almost rolling back from the sheer grip of Jungkook's body. Fuck. It's so ridiculously hot, the way Jungkook's walls tighten around him as the orgasm is practically ripped from his shaky limbs. Watching, hearing, feeling his boy succumb to his own pleasure gets Yoongi that much closer to losing it himself, but by some miracle he's able to force it down, at least for the moment. Enough for him to slow the ruthless pace, carefully easing himself out of Jungkook with a choked sound.

The younger boy barely even reacts save for the lingering shivers along his skin, the way he's trying so hard to get back some much needed oxygen, absolutely boneless against the soiled sheets. Yoongi's breathless himself, staring at the panting, delirious boy he just fucked senseless with a kind of yearning he's never really felt before. Then, gently, he eases the boy's arms back at his side, letting them relax from the grip they were just in. They drop to Jungkook's side like a dead weight, the boy seeming utterly exhausted. Yoongi simply continues, coaxing the boy back to him with a quiet, "Gonna have you straddle me now, baby."

With that, Yoongi helps to move Jungkook's body, lifting him as best as he can only to settle the younger boy on top of him, Yoongi now laying back against his pillows. Every touch is done gingerly, Yoongi aware of just how oversensitive the other's body's must feel as Jungkook slumps against him, chest to chest. The warm, heavy weight of his boy pressed against him is all it takes for his cock to give another greedy little twitch in his fingers, Yoongi guiding himself ever so slowly back inside Jungkook. The slide is even better this time, Jungkook so thoroughly wrecked and stretched open that it's pure bliss fucking up into him, soft and wet and warm around his cock. Yoongi's powerless against the satisfied groan pushing past his lips as he rocks slow and deep into the younger boy, a far cry from the earlier rhythm.

jungkook doesn't know how long it takes to come back to himself. he doesn't know how long he lays there, how long he simply stays in place, trying to catch his breath, heart pounding, mind still pleasantly numb from the force of everything that just happened, how strong and fast the pleasure hit, how it's still lingering in every single inch of him. he doesn't remember yoongi letting go of the hold on his arms. he'll barely remember it later when the older man starts moving him altogether, pulling him up, words too far away and jungkook's mind still far too deep in his subspace to come out just yet.

he's powerless to do much of anything but take it, take everything that yoongi wants from him, that he's willing to give him. every single inch of jungkook still feels oversensitive, his whole body feels like a livewire all over again, feels like he can't come down from this high, not when yoongi is still touching him, definitely not when yoongi is still fucking him.

jungkook can't hold himself up when his arms are this unreliable, when every part of him is shaky and boneless all at once, entirely pliant to yoongi's touches, his demands, however he wants him. jungkook simply stays where he is, straddling the older man, slumped against his chest and letting out breathless, choked sounds with every long, deep thrust inside him. because he's sensitive, because it still feels good, the kind of good that almost starts to border on too good.

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