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'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.

Yoongi is powerless to it himself, the back and forth, the constant push and pull of arousal as he fucks into the younger boy. There's not a resistant bone in Jungkook's body, who lays on top of him in utter submission, not saying a single word. He's still not back to himself yet, not fully, not when Yoongi has him in his arms and keeps taking, keeps wanting just a little bit more. Jungkook's already given him everything, more than Yoongi knows he's given to anyone else, but he needs this for just a little longer. Owning Jungkook like this is far sweeter than any other moment they've shared, and Yoongi isn't willing to give it up yet.

He murmurs breathless encouragements against the younger boy's ear, little praises that mean nothing, that mean everything. Maybe they're still too far away, but Yoongi hopes the words are closer, that they sink into Jungkook's skin the same way the rest of him has. Because fuck, it feels so good to do it. It's as though Yoongi's burning from the inside out, and he can't even remember going into work at all today, can't remember any point before this, just lets himself fall into the younger boy again and again, in his own kind of trance

When he cums it's not as physical as with Jungkook, but the sensation is just as intense, the feverish burn building and building until it completely knocks him out. Yoongi groans out the kid's name like a prayer as he releases deep inside of him, holding onto Jungkook so tightly, arms wrapped around every part of him he can reach. Every inch he can consume. Yoongi rides it out inside of Jungkook for a few more moments, mindlessly indulging in his body one last time, before it gets too sensitive even for him. Pulling out, panting, nerves on edge and so fucking satisfied. The first thing he hears himself saying in the haze that follows is "I'm so proud of you, Jungkook. So proud of you," hands moving to stroke his baby's sides.

it doesn't take long for yoongi to come crashing down just the same way that he had only moments before. it doesn't take long for him to lose it, but jungkook still can't quite keep track of it, time doesn't exist when he's like this, in this kind of headspace, when he's still so far away from reality that the only thing that really grounds him is yoongi.

it's ironic when the older man is the reason why he's so out of it in the first place, all his coaxing, pushing, teasing, everything that's driven jungkook up to this point. but he's still jungkook's anchor, warm skin pressed against him and arms wrapped tight around him, keeping him there, keeping him safe, always keeping him safe. jungkook continues letting out those choked sounds until yoongi stills, riding out his own orgasm. until he pulls out and jungkook's body is granted a break from the assault of sensations, and he's left simply trying to catch his breath once more, getting closer and closer to starting that drop back down to reality.

he still doesn't say anything. he can't right now, not yet, wouldn't be able to form the words in his mind much less convince his lips to move to say them properly. he simply stays where he is, allows himself to relax even further against yoongi, arms loosely snaking around his neck and head falling to rest somewhere near his shoulder, just seeking the closeness, the comfort. still giving himself up, trusting yoongi completely, trusting that he'll bring him back down, ease him down from the high in that way that he simply can't do on his own.

Proud doesn't exactly seem like a strong enough word for what Yoongi's feeling at the moment, but it's true nonetheless. He's never been more proud of Jungkook, and he wants to press it everywhere, wants to keep saying it until the younger boy fully understands just how much Yoongi means it. He's proud of Jungkook for how well he welcomed him, how open he allowed himself to be, how much he trusted Yoongi. He can feel that trust in Jungkook's body even now as it relaxes further against him, needing him in much a quieter way this time, unwilling and unable to put any distance between them. That becomes even clearer when Jungkook winds his arms around Yoongi's neck, nuzzling into his bare shoulder. Yoongi wouldn't trade this for fucking anything, not for any amount of money in the world, seeing his boy look so thoroughly satisfied and safe in his arms.

Yoongi continues to hold him, running light, gentle touches along Jungkook's back. The younger boy is still so flushed, warming up his fingers as they trail up and down the length of his spine, every so often massaging the very small of his back. There's absolutely no tension to be found anywhere in the boy's lax body, but Yoongi doesn't want there to be any lingering soreness. He massages Jungkook's shoulders next, softly working at the muscles that were locked in his rough grip earlier. And then the back of his neck. Yoongi doesn't keep track of how many minutes he quietly spends like this, working his way through Jungkook's tender body, because making sure his boy feels comfortable and cared for doesn't have any kind of time limit. It's his top priority. And Jungkook's aftercare, like everything else, isn't something to be rushed--it's something to put all his attention on. Yoongi leans down to brush a kiss to the younger boy's hair, nosing into him and breathing out a low, content sigh. "Can you tell me how you feel, baby?"

it's definitely something that jungkook has never felt before. this high, getting so blissed out, being so completely willing and able to just give himself up to it, give himself over to it. aside from never being in a relationship quite like this before, jungkook simply hasn't ever been able to let himself trust so much in a partner. to give them so much, to relinquish absolutely everything - it simply takes a kind of bond that he's never really had before. and it's not one that he necessarily expected from the older man, either, not when he first got into this, when he was still a little bit more naive about it all. but here they are, here he is, and honestly, he couldn't be happier, wouldn't trade it for the world, not any of it. not right now.

jungkook stays just where he is, just like that as he finally starts to catch that much needed oxygen, as it slowly helps him start coming back to himself, back down to reality. he can ground himself like this, slowly, the way that he should. because crashing back down too hard or too fast can be a bad thing, he's learned that much from the research he's done on his own, and yoongi is always, always careful with him. always easy, always makes sure to bring him down just as gently, completely as he works him up in the first place. the lingering touches all along his body are nice, soothing, showing how much yoongi cares in every single brush of fingers. it might be a little overwhelming sometimes, if he thinks about it too much, about where the lines are and where they sometimes try to blur between them, but right now, it's nothing but perfect. jungkook wants nothing more but to soak into it, to soak up all of yoongi's affections, unable to keep the small hint of a smile that tugs at his lips when he answers that question at bay. ".. tired," is what he finally manages to say, because it's true, because he is tired, exhausted even, but it's the best kind of tired. it's the kind of tired that mixes so well, so completely with so much satisfaction that warms him up from the inside out, the kind that only yoongi seems to give him. "and good. thank you, daddy." the words come out in a murmur, still a little bit mindless but jungkook is still yoongi's good boy, still recognizes just how good of a reward he's just gotten, how important it is to be appreciative.

The affection comes naturally, Yoongi soothing Jungkook's body with the same confidence he had ruining it not minutes earlier. Because for him, it's all the same--it's all caring for his sub. And perhaps there's something more, a certain fondness that always spreads through his chest after they've both satisfied themselves with each other, bodies lingering close, neither willing to move away just yet. That's the beauty of their weekends together. Very rarely does Yoongi have to interrupt their time for work, pull away to answer his phone or perfect some time-sensitive track at his home studio. And he always makes sure Jungkook's finished with homework and any other school responsibilities first before starting their fun. So it means they get to enjoy moments like this, simply being in each other's company, and Yoongi doesn't see any reason to stop the tradition now. Especially not when Jungkook has curled himself around Yoongi's body like it's his personal pillow, breathing more sweet words into his chest.

It's a relief to hear Jungkook's voice evening out, to feel like he's finally back with him again. Yoongi can tell the young boy is a lot more exhausted then he's letting on, but he doesn't comment on it, choosing instead to comb his fingers through Jungkook's hair. He supposes he's to blame for the damp locks, how red and flushed the younger boy still is, as though he's coming off of a particularly intense session at the gym. Yoongi thinks he looks beautiful. "You did so well," he murmurs, nails raking lightly along the boy's scalp in another mini massage. "Such a good boy for daddy." Pride swells within him for what seems to be the hundredth time of the night, because Jungkook's appreciation is genuine, humble, and there's no better feeling than knowing he's made his baby feel this good, feel this much. He took his reward even better than Yoongi could have imagined.

"What should we do now, hm? Should daddy run you a nice, relaxing bath and help get you cleaned up?"

Edited 2017-06-17 05:32 (UTC)

fridays have quickly come to be jungkook's favorite day of the week, and it's exactly because of things like this. they've settled into an easy schedule, a rhythm, and jungkook is so used to it now, expects it, doesn't even think twice about it anymore. it just makes sense. it's just a given that he'll spend the weekend over at yoongi's place, a given that this is the time for them to play, that this is what the long week of work leads up to. nothing ever really feels too much better than this, this feeling of contented exhaustion, and knowing that there are still two full days to spend with the older man stretched out in front of them. jungkook would be lying if he said that he didn't look forward to it, that he didn't love it, that he didn't count down the days sometimes, especially when it gets close to exams or deadlines and he's feeling particularly stressed.

it's funny how the aftermath can still sometimes leave jungkook feeling even more vulnerable, more exposed than their playtime itself. funny how he can still get shy like this from time to time, though it's become easier over time, easier to fall into this, to telling himself that there's no reason to feel embarrassed, to feel ridiculous for the way that yoongi takes care of him. for the way that he wants yoongi to take care of him. that's what it all comes down to in the end, simple, and for now a combination of the long week's work coming to an end and the sheer intensity of everything that just happened has him too tired to even think about overthinking it. it's too tempting, too easy to just keep falling into it instead, his eyes fluttering closed with the way that yoongi combs and massages through his hair, still soothing him. so much affection in the way that he touches him, praises him. jungkook just wants to keep soaking it up, to hold onto it, nodding slightly in response to the question and giving a small hum of approval. "mhm. that sounds really good, daddy .. thank you." he can't help thanking him again, it just rolls off of his tongue now, natural, genuine appreciation for everything that yoongi does as he pulls back, tilts his head just enough so that he can look up at yoongi with a small smile on his lips.

Something about the way Jungkook tilts his head to look up at him with his soft smile, soft gaze, soft thanks makes Yoongi melt a little on the inside. All he wants to do is spoil Jungkook even more than he already has, as though there's nothing in this world that's too big or too expensive for his baby boy to have. And lord knows the kid is already spoiled. He has access to everything he could possibly want right at his fingertips. He has Yoongi's apartment, his bed, his affection, his time, his credit cards and all the nice things he buys with it--he has Yoongi's complete trust and undivided attention. Having no one else on the side ensures that, keeps it so that all Yoongi has eyes for is the pretty boy on top of him, utterly wrecked and sexy yet so naturally adorable and innocent at the same time. Such is part of Jungkook's allure, and Yoongi falls head first every single time. The first time he had caught a glimpse of Jungkook like this he knew he had stumbled across something special, someone he wanted fiercely.

Right now the desire has mellowed into something much gentler, calmer as he lifts the boy to meet his kiss, arms hugging him closer. It's brief, little more than a peck, before Yoongi moves to do the same to both of Jungkook's cheeks. "Alright," he says, the word rumbling low in his chest as he braces himself to actually move and de-tangle them from their current, cuddling position. Just as carefully as before he sits with Jungkook still in his lap, helping the younger boy eventually stand up from the bed. Yoongi makes sure to keep one hand at the small of his back while the other lightly grips Jungkook's arm as he guides him to the master bathroom, steadying his baby's trembling limbs. He starts the bath in no time, filling the large, sleek tub with hot water and a bath bomb he knows the younger boy likes, lavender and vanilla instantly wafting through the large room. After making sure Jungkook's safely and comfortably inside, Yoongi dims the lights so they're not quite as stark, keeping the space soothing. "Go ahead, baby," he encourages, "I'll be right back."

Edited 2017-06-17 22:12 (UTC)

sometimes jungkook does still wonder just how he got caught up in all of this, what it was that brought him to it, what brought them together. it's hard to say, funny how this isn't the kind of thing he ever would have imagined in a thousand years. before he ever met min yoongi he would have cringed at the idea of calling anyone daddy and actually meaning it, he likely would have balked at the thought of turning himself over, being babied, spoiled, having someone exercise that kind of authority over him in so many different ways. but as it is, he absolutely loves it. he's fallen into it all without much question, because it just feels right. because daddy seems to suit yoongi just as well as his name does, because it's all genuine, because it's something that the both of them get something out of. and so long as it stays like this, so long as it can be exclusive, so long as nothing changes, jungkook thinks that he wouldn't mind staying like this, wouldn't mind staying with yoongi for as long as the older man will have him. because the kind of satisfaction that he gets from him is different, so much more than what he's felt with any other previous relationships, and not just the sex.

the sex, though, is undeniably incredible. jungkook's body is still reeling from it all, and honestly, it would have been more than possible for him to just relax, to just fall asleep right here like this, despite being such a mess, despite the bed not being too much better off than he is himself. but yoongi keeps him from it, keeps him awake, keeps his attention with the kiss he pulls him into, the affectionate presses against both of his cheeks. it leaves jungkook's smile widening that little bit more before the older man is helping him up, and jungkook is still a little shaky, a little bit unsteady but he does his best not to feel ridiculous about it while yoongi leads him to the nice, familiar bathroom. it's just as comforting as everything else is in the moments like this, and jungkook has little difficulty getting into the bath, settling into the hot water that instantly soothes any part of him that's even thinking about becoming sore overnight, breathing in the pleasant smells with a deep, content sigh. jungkook nods slightly in response to yoongi's words, murmuring a soft "mhm" to show he understood and then takes a moment to simply sink into the comfort of it all for a few long moments. it's tempting to doze off even here, his eyelids threatening to grow heavy but he blinks them open instead, takes the time to focus on starting to clean himself up instead while yoongi is busy elsewhere, because that's what he's supposed to be doing, after all.

Yoongi ends up in the living room first, retracing their steps back to the couch where he had Jungkook undress for him, sit pretty in his lap. He picks up the boy's soiled briefs, rubbing the soft fabric between his fingers for a moment as his mind flashes back to just how good the other looked welcoming him back home. Honestly, seeing Jungkook at the door like that was a sort of stress relief in of itself, just like it usually seems to be nowadays. Yoongi picks up the rest of their clothing, padding back to his bedroom so he can collect the dirty sheets along with it. He throws everything into his washer before redressing the bed, another set of cool, white sheets tucked in nice and neat as though nothing ever happened. He grabs a fresh pair of clothes for the younger boy as well, after a few thoughtful moments thumbing through his dresser. The fact that Jungkook now has enough clothes here to warrant his own side of the dresser doesn't faze Yoongi--he prefers it. It means, in moments like these, that he can dress the boy up in whatever he pleases.

It's so quiet in the bathroom that Yoongi wonders for a moment if Jungkook's nodding off--he certainly looks like he could be--but instead he's greeted with the boy obediently cleaning himself with his bath sponge, surrounded by waves of bubbly foam. Yoongi sets the folded pajamas for Jungkook on the counter along with his own, before turning back to the younger boy. His eyes linger, catching on the smooth slope of his shoulders, hair darkening even further at the tips, how content his expression is. Jungkook looks so relaxed, so sleepy as he goes through the motions that it has a smile tugging at Yoongi's lips, something warm in his eyes as he moves to stand closer. "Feels good, hm?" he murmurs, softly running his fingers through the boy's hair again, damp and warm from the sweet-smelling bath. "I would say you can stay for as long as you want, but I'm pretty sure you'd just make it your bed for the night."

jungkook knows without having to wonder, without having to question it that yoongi will be getting everything ready, cleaning up from their playtime, making sure that there's a nice, clean bed for the both of them to fall asleep in once everything else is finished. he knows that yoongi will take care of everything, just like he always does, knows that he can be secure in that fact and it makes him feel just as safe and comforted as it always does, just as relaxed and completely at ease as the warm, relaxing bath. it doesn't take long to clean himself up, but he doesn't rush it, either. and even if he wanted to, his limbs wouldn't let him, moving at a slow, leisurely pace instead, soaking it up and enjoying the feeling as much as everything else.

he looks up whenever yoongi enters the room again, his eyes still sleepy but lighting up in that way that they always seem to do for the older man, that way that he can't ever really hide even if he wanted to, because he just simply can't help it. he can't help the feelings that he gets for the older man, conventional or not, and especially not after a session like that when they're at their highest. yoongi is looking at him with that same warmth, though, and it pulls another easy smile onto jungkook's expression, his eyes closing when yoongi combs through his hair, the attention so affectionate, soothing that he would gladly sink into it just as completely as everything else. jungkook can't help but let out a soft, quiet little laugh in response to yoongi's words, eyes opening to look up at him again. "the water would get cold eventually .. i think daddy's bed is way more comfortable. is it too early to go to sleep?"

Yoongi watches in amusement as Jungkook eyelids grow heavy, leaning against his palm like a bunny searching for more pets. It's definitely not the first time Yoongi's made the comparison. But when the younger boy's so soft and sleepy like this, one moment resting and the next looking back up at him with those big, expressive eyes, teeth just peaking out between his lips, how can Yoongi think of anything else? It's cute, and he has half a mind to indulge in the image further by buying Jungkook more pretty, delicate things. Lacy things. Soft things that accentuate every single curve and angle of his body underneath his usual, baggy clothes. Expensive things that carry Yoongi's mark, that will make Jungkook think of him every time the fabric brushes over his skin. He hasn't had the opportunity to discuss it with Jungkook--expanding the kind of acceptable outfits for playing--but he has a gut feeling the younger boy will take to it. Just like the way he takes to Yoongi's touch, still so submissive in his response, always deferring to what Yoongi thinks is best.

Yoongi merely hums at the question, giving a couple more strokes before pulling back. "Not at all." Truthfully, he's starting to feel tired himself, a result of another long week working over hours and knowing that there's nothing more on the agenda besides sleeping in with his baby boy. Besides, he's not sure how much longer the younger can comfortably keep himself awake. He wants Jungkook to be able to fully relax from how hard he worked earlier tonight. His baby did so much--of course he would want to rest. With that in mind Yoongi moves over to the counter and quickly dresses himself in a loose, silky pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt. He then takes one of the big, fluffy white towels hanging on the bathroom door and opens it up to Jungkook, inviting him to come back in his arms. "Let's get you dried off and ready for bed."

it's just another thing about their relationship that might make it questionable from the outside looking in, blur the boundaries, the kind of thing that jungkook, before he was in the middle of it, wouldn't have expected from this kind of relationship. the part where yoongi lets him sleep next to him in his big, expensive bed, on his comfortable, clean white sheets. the part where jungkook always drifts off close to him, warm and safe, intimate. where they cuddle without any regard to whether or not it's too much, how yoongi will do things like stroke his hair or rub his shoulder, telling him how good he is, all kinds of praises that settle over jungkook and into his skin, that sink even deeper than the satisfaction that comes with rest and a warm blanket. jungkook drifts off like that and then wakes up right where they left off, loves sinking into the lazy, easy weekends that yoongi always seems to enjoy just as much. sometimes it feels like they're a world away from reality, like there's no real sense of time or any other responsibilities. and, honestly, jungkook absolutely fucking loves it.

that's why it doesn't matter if it's a little bit questionable. jungkook knows that yoongi isn't his boyfriend, but that won't stop him from being like this, from showing his daddy all of the affection that swells up inside of him, from loving him just the same. it's important, all a part of that same bond that ensures that he feels so safe, secure with the older man, that lets him give himself up so completely. jungkook blinks a few times after yoongi pulls back from the comforting strokes, coaxing himself to wake up that little bit more even as he sleepily watches yoongi pull pajamas on, watches him take down the towel and offer it to him. jungkook doesn't have to be told twice, simply steadying himself against the side of the tub to help pull himself out, movements lazy but a little less shaky, a little more steady than he was getting inside. he's dripping some water onto the floor and he knows it whenever he gets out, whenever he makes his way over to yoongi and into the warm, fluffy towel that he's offering, only shivering slightly from the way that the cool air hits him. he's comfortable, satisfied with letting yoongi take care of him, practiced enough to move when he needs to, the ways that he needs to to make it easier for the older man, giving him a soft, sleepy smile whenever their eyes meet.

Yoongi never thinks about what his particular relationships might look like to those from the outside--he simply can't be bothered to care. He also can't be bothered to explain his preferences to those who don't--or can't--understand, choosing instead to create a world in which everything is exactly to his tastes, in which he exerts complete control, in which he can fulfill his needs by pleasuring and providing for someone else, someone who craves and desires just like him. Of course he wants to make Jungkook happy, he wants that very much. But he also looks out for his own happiness, and for Yoongi, an arrangement like this, becoming someone's daddy, is part of what's kept him happy for years. There's a difference between giving his time and affection and money to someone and giving away his heart. The former has always held more appeal. It's easier, more convenient with his demanding work and life. More fulfilling. And honestly, it simply feels better. Yoongi always knows where he stands.

And right now, in this moment, he can't imagine being anywhere else than wrapped around the younger boy. As soon as Jungkook walks into his embrace, Yoongi scoops him up in the towel, bundling him up and gently patting at his skin, making sure not to rub too harshly. A small hum of satisfaction escapes his lips, Yoongi nosing into the side of Jungkook's neck because his boy smells so good. He'd be tempted to let his touches wander, suck a mark into the sweet, clean skin if they weren't so tired. So he gives light kisses instead, peppering them down Jungkook's shoulder once he slips the towel away, catching the sleepy smile when he eventually pulls back. Yoongi wordlessly answers it with his own soft smile before grabbing the neat stack of clothes he had set aside for the younger boy. Yoongi slips the soft T-shirt over Jungkook's lean, but strong frame, helping him into another pair of dark briefs seconds later, dressing him as though it's the most natural thing in the world.

it's simple, easy, just like everything else is, the way that yoongi just takes care of him. jungkook lets it happen, lets himself fall into it, soaking it up, the way that yoongi effortlessly starts drying him off. and there's no denying it, the fact that jungkook can't, couldn't get this anywhere else. not this kind of attention, affection. it's special, something only his daddy can give him. only yoongi. and it makes him smile just as much as the nuzzle and press of soft kisses along his shoulder do, the way that yoongi always makes him feel so good, so validated, the way that he makes anything and everything so much more than worth it. as if it wasn't already.

jungkook allows yoongi to dress him without question, quietly shifting enough to help get the shirt on properly, to step into the clean, dark briefs that the older has chosen for him and help to tug them on. it's the things like this that he used to have a little bit of a harder time with. he used to flush with embarrassment, have a hard time not feeling childish or ridiculous, but time and the way that yoongi has coaxed him, reassured him, shown him just how good it can be to let go and be taken care of have made it that much easier. that much better. jungkook doesn't feel embarrassed now, not even an ounce of shame or uncertainty. he just feels all of the good things, safe and warm and happy, tired, ready to curl up with yoongi and fall asleep, satisfied with making his daddy so proud of him, with making him feel good, too. "thank you, daddy," he murmurs again once he's dry and dressed, obediently waiting for yoongi to lead the way to his bedroom first.

Yoongi's soft for the kid, incredibly so, but even he doesn't always spoil Jungkook as obviously as he's doing right now. All the soft kisses, affectionate touches and smiles, the way he dries off and dresses the younger boy with such care, making sure he's doing most of the work himself--it all comes back to rewarding how well Jungkook did. He's been such a good boy all day today, and that pride settles within Yoongi just as much as that bone-deep satisfaction does. He wants to treat him special, wants to lavish as much attention as he can on Jungkook so the boy can feel just how happy he's made Yoongi. It's not really a matter of positive reinforcement anymore, not when Jungkook's already taken to his role so willingly after the initial transition--it's about praising Jungkook for doing everything he possibly could today.

The thanks has the smile lingering on Yoongi's lips as his gaze sweeps over the boy's body, all heavy, sleepy limbs, now perfectly ready for bed. His hand follows the same path, trailing up the boy's arm, fondly smoothing out a wrinkle in his shirt. "Let's get some rest," he says after the quiet moment passes, leading Jungkook back into the bedroom and turning off the lights there as well. The city is just peaking through the curtains of his window, but the glow is soft, and his room is dark, and he has Jungkook here with him. Yoongi doesn't hesitate in slipping underneath the clean sheets he had put on earlier, knowing that Jungkook will be following right after him on the other side. Just like he knows the younger boy will curl up close, nestled comfortably against his chest, maybe a leg thrown over his own and a final goodnight kiss. It was almost painfully endearing the last time Jungkook had spontaneously done it, so warm and sweet Yoongi couldn't help but hold him that much closer.

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