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Yoongi woke up each morning alone. It’s been two weeks since then. He hadn’t seen Jungkook much. He wasn’t sure if he was ignoring him or if his schedule changed over time, but he tried his best to not let it affect him.
It wasn’t too bad. Yoongi started waking up a little bit earlier now, roughly around 8AM, thanks to Jungkook’s “motivational” routine. It’s really disappointing that Yoongi wasn’t rewarded with Jungkook’s cuddling and kisses, but he can get use without it. He’s a grown man (that’s touch starved and clingy), he can manage. He’s managed this long.
So he got ready for work, washed, styled, and dressed professionally casual, and started his day with water before coffee. A big change, but he doesn’t think it’ll stick.
Until two weeks passed, almost three. It remained the same. 8AM, dressed, and a shit load of water. Jungkook still wasn’t around, particularly in the morning.
His room was empty when Yoongi checked. Completely tidy and organized, per usual. His camera idled on his desk, and the camera stand in the corner of his room. Flashbacks of that late night clouded his head; he could hear the bedsprings creak from each thrust, movement with that small waist of his. Then, the guilt will cross over and ruin the entire film.
Bam would be in his kennel in the living room. Instead, he’s out and about, and greeting Yoongi with slobbery kisses. Jungkook was here. This wasn’t a coincidence.
It made him a little sad knowing that Jungkook was ignoring him. It all ties down to their last encounter. Was he…was he too much that day? Was he that desperate for him? He must have hated it. But…It’s impossible for someone to dislike something when they still had a boner, right? Is…is that a thing?
Thus began Yoongi’s spiraling.
Convinced that Jungkook officially was avoiding him, it only led to one reason: He was repulsed by Yoongi’s behavior that day. He tunnled on it, how he tried to take control, to dominate and give Jungkook all the pleasure and love he deserves. Make him alleviate his voice just like he did during one of the streams he saw that night. Prove him wrong that Yoongi can handle him, just as he challenged all of his viewers. But no…his body…he felt something entirely different as soon as Jungkook yanked his head back, praising him…ordering him minisual movements. How ready his body was, how pliant and vulnerable he was in a span of a couple of seconds. All in one swift grab. And how Jungkook confidently said that Yoongi was going to fuck him good and hard and deep. A promise. Calling him baby…
Shit, Yoongi got hard the more he thought about it. He would be lying if he said he was guilty for not only catching a boner, but not paying attention to the announcement of his new program management system. Thank God he didn’t have to speak today.
But onto important matters.
Yoongi didn’t know what this meant, being…submissive as Jungkook said. Yoongi doesn’t think himself to be submissive, he’s mostly top, despite Jungkook’s difference.
After the meeting, Yoongi went on an incognito tab and began his research. He wasn’t familiar with too much knowledge on non-traditional sexual dynamics. If he’s going to know what Jungkook was talking about and eventually…prepare, he needs to be informed.
‘Can you still be top and be submissive?’
Yoongi was shocked with the results.
He clicked on one article that stood out - one with the answer right in his face.
‘A submissive top is someone who does as they are told, even though they are the penetrating partner.’
While somewhat comforting, it wasn’t enough. Yoongi clicked back and scrolled throught the page for better articles.
‘A submissive top is a top that likes it when the bottom is in control. Dominant bottoms can be just as powerful as dominant tops. The bottom prioritizes what they want over what the top wants. This can look like the dominant bottom pinning his submissive top down while riding him.’
Yoongi didn’t really need the explanation but at the same time it helped a bit. He reread the last two sentences, feeling some familiarity.
‘The bottom prioritizes what they want over what the top wants. This can look like the dominant bottom pinning his submissive top down while riding him.’
Jungkook definitely showed more dominance. Made it clear that wanted to be fucked good. His previous partners did not have a dominant bone in their body. Knowing the comparison, it turned Yoongi on a bit more, made him feel even shittier than normal.
Nontheless, he kept scrolling.
‘Disclaimer: Top does not = Dominant, and Bottom does not = Submissive. The top is the person that penetrates, and the bottom is the person that gets penetrated. The dominant is the person who is in control, and the submissive is the person that submits.’
“There isn’t necessarily a power exchange when someone is on top and someone else is on bottom. Submission is about the giving/receiving of power. Someone who is a submissive can be on top, servicing their partner because they’re skilled at something the Dominant enjoys.”
When more links started to repeat information back to him, Yoongi took a pause to reflect. It gave him some validation of his doubts, but still a lot to take in. He spent two hours (on company time, mind you) scrolling through different articles and personal blogs about the topic, while also researching more about Dom/Sub relationships, levels of BDSM and much more. He was very intrigued on what he found.
Did he find it 100% helpful? He didn’t know. But it opened a lot of doors for Yoongi. Reminded him of some things that feasted onto the mini breakdown of Jungkook possibly hating him forever.
Yoongi finished work at 5 and decided to wait for Jungkook in the living room. Least he had Bam to accompany him.
He felt like he didn’t get much done, and his mind was still all over the place. At least his mind was balanced enough to understand where he was with Jungkook. A little about himself.
Yoongi believes wholeheartedly that maybe he was never a dom. Just an ex that always made sure to satisfy his partners. Not to say that he was ever submissive, just a simple man who enjoyed seeing others feel good, and settled at that. It was less expectations than now. He’s older, a little wiser; he knows what he wants. And what he wants remains the same: he wants Jungkook. Wants to give him everything.
Maybe…Maybe Jungkook wasn’t upset with him. Maybe-maybe he was trying to figure things out himself? Maybe he didn’t fully understand this concept. He can be bratty most of the time, maybe it was one of those things? Maybe…maybe…
Ugh, maybe Yoongi got this all wrong.
Who was he kidding? As if Jungkook would ever…Yeah sure, he had the guts to push their relationship to a gray area, but Yoongi went along with it because he’s a fucking simp. He enjoyed being with Jungkook, regardless of gray, black, or white area. Hell, even a purple area; if Jungkook was there, Yoongi’s content.
Yoongi was fine with shitting where he’s eating and–now he was beating himself up for it because he should have never –
“Oh, you’re here,” Jungkook’s voice snapped him back to reality. Yoongi blinked, seeing the boy leaning over him, over the couch. “Hi.”
“H-hi,” Yoongi quickly got up and strolled to the kitchen. He needed a drink. “How-how was work?”
“Oh, I didn’t work today. I spent the day with my parents. They were in the neighborhood so I decided to treat them with my presence, some shopping, and a nice dinner.” Jungkook said as he took off his shoes. All while Bam was beside him, wagging his tail happily.
Oh. Good for him. He deserves to spend time with family.
“Oh, how nice…” Yoongi mumbled as he scurried around for a glass and the bottle of whiskey.
“How was work?”
“Fine.”
He didn’t know what the fuck happened today. It was mostly a blur.
“Just fine?”
“Yup.” he poured and chugged, and poured again. “Fine.”
“...Didn’t you have an All Staff today?”
Yoongi paused mid-pour.
“It was on your calendar on your phone for the past couple of weeks,” Jungkook answered his thought, leaning against the threshold as he watched Yoongi take a drink. “We also talked about it. Prepped for it even.”
Oh…Right.
“Oh. Yeah, uh…” He averted his eyes somewhere else. “Went well. Program launches in two weeks.”
Silence.
Yoongi’s heart was pounding. He wasn’t sure what to say, feeling like he was sent to his room after getting in trouble, finally allowed out. Jungkook’s stance was the cherry on top, crossing his arms, just staring at Yoongi. It was even more nerve wrecking not knowing how Jungkook feels or what he’s thinking right now.
He wanted to talk, he really did, but now? Maybe it was best not to. He was probably disgusted with Yoongi or worse–dissapointed. They could move on from this, all in due time. So he needed to give them both some space for now.
Yoongi settled the bottle on the counter before heading his way out. “I have some unfinished work to do, so I’ll see you around.”
But Jungkook slid infront of him, blocking his way. Yoongi blinked in confusion before stepping to the side. Jungkook moved infront of him once again.
Before Yoongi could say anything, Jungkook’s fingers rest under his chin and tilted his head up. His thumb holding his chin tight enough to keep him there. The boy leaned over, close enough for Yoongi to smell his cologne. Woody and refreshing. His lips parted a bit as a natural response, breath hitching and all. His eyes tunneled to Jungkook’s who’se eyes glanced to his lips and then back into the dark orbs.
He was hesitant at first, and then he kissed Yoongi. Slowly. Testing. When he pulled back, he stared into Yoongi’s eyes again, looking for any form of discomfort in them.
But he didn’t feel discomfort. He wanted more.
He moved closer, darting the tip of his tongue to kitty lick his lips. A small smirk cracked on the corner of them, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Yoongi before pulling him into a harsh, deep kiss.
Yoongi groaned in it, eyes closed as he falls into the sensation that was heavily missed. Lips slotted like a perfect puzzle piece. One hand placing the cup onto the nearby counter while the other latched onto his front, gripping onto his shirt for dear life as their tongues twirl in a wet dance, tasting him once again.
Yoongi wasn’t sure how long this went on for, probably a while. Everything stopped once his head was pulled back, finger’s locked in his hair, breaking the kiss. Yoongi moaned softly, eyes already clouded in lust and want. All while Jungkook looked down at him sinfully.
“Already melting like goo in my arms, baby…” Jungkook cooed.
Baby…
Yoongi’s eyes fluttered close from the petname. His mind was getting syrupy.
Jungkook twirled their position, pressing Yoongi against the counter. “Look at you…I could do anything to you right now.”
Do it, do whatever you want to me.
A small ball of nervousness striked Yoongi’s heart.
As much as Yoongi wanted Jungkook to do as he wished, he knew that they needed to talk. As much as he wanted Jungkook to continue kissing him and leaving marks on his neck, he needed to be honest–they need to take things slow. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, how to prepare. He wants to be good for him, give him what he wants, but how can he? What does he need to do? These are questions that Jungkook needs to tell him.
“Um,” Yoongi blurted out, pausing Jungkook’s movements. “I-I did some research today about submissive tops.”
Jungkook stilled against Yoongi, body tesning up so quickly, making him panic. Even more when Jungkook pulled back to look at him, eyebrow cocked up and everything.
“I-I wasn’t sure what you meant a couple of weeks back…” he trailed off, averting his eyes as he explained. “I-I’m not too familiar with this kind of play and I wanted to learn more about it, w-what you were saying a-and what you’re into. T-this whole–” he motioned between them. “Dynamic.” He felt like he was going in circles.
“Did you now?” His voice was bland.
“I-I learned a lot. Made me understand things about myself that I never…knew.” he breathed. “I-I wanted to make sure I was ready for you…”
“Ready for me?” he raised the other brow.
“I-If you still want me to…If not, it’s okay, I understand–”
“Want you to do what?”
God, he felt like he was being investigated for a fucking crime. He felt like Jungkook was going to kill him if he didn’t atone for his sins.
“Want you to do what?”
“T-to fuck you…T-to be ready to fuck you.”
“How long did it take you to find this research?”
“Like…two, three hours?”
They sat in uncomfortable silence.
Why the hell did Yoongi open his goddamn mouth?
After a moment of squirming and avoidance, Jungkook leaned closer to his face, moving his hand under his jaw to make him look up.
“Let me get this straight,” he started. “You spent three hours researching because you wanted to be ready for me?” his tone is the same: bland. Direct.
Yoongi blinked the tears back. If he started crying now, he’d be jumping off a fucking bridge. He nodded.
“Words.” Jungkook demanded.
“Y-yes,” Yoongi answered, voice small and fragile.
Jungkook's critical expression breaking quickly, showing more concern. “While I appreciate you taking that time to do that…Why? This isn’t something you have to do.”
“I know.” he said a bit quickly to his liking.
“So why?”
“Because theirs nothing I want more than to be close to you,” he admitted easily. It made Jungkook’s eyes light up in a way he didn’t see in a very long time. Not from him but…just…
“Look, I know—I know this is weird, and what I said probably didn’t make sense but I don’t care. I-I want to do this. With you.” he reached for Jungkook’s hands to hold. “I’m perfectly okay with giving you what you need. Whatever you want, I can give.”
There was a moment of silence until Jungkook spoke. “Even if it meant giving up control for a while?”
“Well…depends on how far you want to go. If it means tying me down in some weird sex dungeon you have in the attic, then I’m going to have to pass.”
Jungkook snorted before bursting into a series of giggles. “Well, going to have to take that off of the list now.”
“Good. Otherwise, I’m going to hightail out of here.”
The younger’s giggles transformed into soft huffs of laughter. Dipping his head forward, then back to comb his hair out of his eyes, he took a breath before sighing heavily. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at him, watching happiness shine on his face. His heart swooned at the sight.
And when Jungkook looked back at him, his eyes presented a shimmer. Something that Yoongi always enjoyed looking at. A loving silence filled the space. It was enough to make them both feel comfortable.
“You don’t have to do this because it’s me,” Jungkook said softly.
“I know…but if I were to do this anyone…I want it to be you.” Yoongi ran his thumb over his knuckle slowly. “I will always want it to be you.”
Jungkook’s smile slowly faded. A thoughtful expression. Something troubled. Jungkook’s eyes dipped to something else, quickly lost in his own thoughts.
Yoongi wondered what was going on in his head. Was he contemplating on this? Was he backing out? Was he bothered? All of this made Yoongi a little nervous, but he forced himself to have a brave face for now.
Jungkook was aware of Yoongi’s feelings. Yoongi knows that this is wrong but, he wants this more than anything. To be close to Jungkook as much as he can. Until they can’t anymore.
“Kook?” he gently called, reaching to caress his cheek. It snapped Jungkook out of his thoughts, eyes trained on him this time.
“Are you sure ?” he asked again. “You don’t have to do this. This is no way an obligation.”
“I know. I’m sure.” he reassured.
“You can stop me anytime.” he insisted.
“I will let you know.”
“You promise you’ll tell me?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Swear?”
“Jesus, Kook, do I need to initiate blood oath to you or something?”
“I think that’s a great idea.”
It was Yoongi’s turn to burst out into giggles. “I’m not spilling my blood for you!”
Jungkook smiled a little, eyes dipping once again. This time it didn’t take long to look back up.
“I really appreciate you, you know that?” He barely whispered. “I always did, but…the fact that you took time out of your day to read up on it…It means more to me than you think, hyung.”
Yoongi pulled Jungkook into a soft kiss. A slow kiss, a kiss that locked in. Everything was going to be okay. They’re both adults. They can communicate when something’s going to go wrong. They can put a stop to it and figure things out. He can do this.
Jungkook broke the kiss and turned his head to the side, tsking, tongue poking on the side of his cheek. But then he tilted his head to the other side, eyeing Yoongi down, unimpressed.
“You said you wanted to be ready for me…” Jungkook reiterated.
“Yes…” Yoongi answered, noticing that he was slipping into character.
“But not good for me?” Yoongi blinked. Jungkook continued. “You wanted to be ready for whatever happens like it’s a list of things to do.” Jungkook moved his hands, one onto Yoongi’s cheek, thumb reaching to pull his lip between his teeth. “Instead of being ready for me…don’t you want to be good for me?”
Yoongi's impressed from how smooth the transition went from wholesome to sexy, but Yoongi’s hectic mind abruptly cut off like white noise on the TV screen.
Jungkook closed him in, leaning on his hands on both sides of the counter. Pressing his body against Yoongi’s breaking his legs apart with his own tucked against his groin. Lips trailing against his ear, licking over the lobe to tease. Regardless, it made Yoongi huff out the softest noise you could ever imagine.
“Don’t you want to be good for me, baby?” He whispered in his ear.
Yes…Yes.
Yoongi’s eyes closed once more just as Jungkook’s knee rubbed against his sleeping dick, shivering from the pleasure. What could he do to be good? What did he need to do, Jungkook hadn’t told him yet–
Suddenly, Jungkook rubbed his knee against his dick a tad harshly. It was enough for Yoongi to hiss, cock twitching in his pants, pulling him out of his anxious thoughts.
“I asked you a question.” Jungkook said.
“W-want to be good for you.” It comes out soft and rubbed.
“Good boy.” Yoongi shivered from the praise. "Do you trust me?” Yoongi quickly nodded. “Good.” his hands trailed up and down his arms, then to his chest. “Go sit on the couch. Pants off.” he ordered.
Yoongi found himself on the couch, as if he teleported there. Jungkook drank the rest of the whiskey, tilting his head back, feeling the burn course through his body, and then made his way to the living room. He found Yoongi's pants scattered on the floor, finding the older, fighting the urge to curl into himself when he saw his roommate chuckle.
“What’s this?” He tutted as he walked towards him. “That’s not good. I said pants off, not make a mess.”
Yoongi blushed, reaching over to pick them up. But he met with Jungkook’s finger to the chest, pushed back against the couch.
“I didn’t say to move, now did I?” He asked pointedly. Yoongi glanced up at him, opening his mouth, but then shut it closed. Jungkook raised his eyebrow. "I asked you a question."
“N-no…”
“No need to be shy, baby,” the tip of his finger traveled downward. Simultaneously, Jungkook followed, onto his knees in front of him. “Kookie will take good care of you…” He reached for his pants to pry off his ankle and folded them nicely. “Always make sure to fold your clothes properly, ok? You must be tidy for Kookie.”
Yoongi blinked slowly at the petname and nodded. “O-okay.”
“Address me properly, baby.” He said softly. “Yes, Kookie. Say it.”
“Y-yes…Kookie.” He mumbled.
“Good.” He praised. It was a breath of fresh air. Cock twitched softly under his briefs. He set his pants aside and scooted closer to him, prying his legs open while keeping eye contact with him.
Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of him. The way his eyes pierced through his gaze had him in a chokehold, as always. Soft, round orbs that always pulled him into the world that lives in them. Yet contrasted by the lip piercings and tattooed hand that rested over his covered bulge. He was the cutest bad boy he's ever laid eyes on.
Jungkook leaned against his knee, eyes trained on him as he slowly caressed his cock down to his balls. Such a tease—it was enough for Yoongi to buck into his hand.
“Don't move. Stay still.”
Yoongi gripped the sides of his couch and nodded.
Jungkook’s fingers slowly trailed down the shaft, to his balls, then back up. It went on for a bit, a while staring into Yoongi’s eyes. His cock twitched to be released from its layered prison, hoping that Jungkook doesn’t tease for too long.
“I’m going to make this easy for you,” he continued. “No matter what, you mustn’t cum. You can only cum when I permit you. Understand?”
Yoongi blinked again. How was that easy? No mistake, Yoongi can hold in his orgasm, but he doesn't think he has control when it comes to his roommate.
“I need words, baby,” Jungkook called for him.
“Yes, Kookie.” He nodded.
“Do you have any hard no’s I should know about?”
“N-not much. Just–don’t spit in my mouth.”
“That’s fine. I don’t do that either. But you’re okay with anything else?” Yoongi nodded. “You’ll tell Kookie when you’re hurting or don’t like something?”
“Y-yes.”
Jungkook wrapped his index and thumb around his shaft, continuing languid strokes. “Good boys get rewarded. Bad boys get punished. Understand?”
“Yes Kookie.”
A small part of Yoongi’s brain didn’t understand why he was teasing so much. He finally got to this moment, he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be touched, wanted to kiss him and fuck him good, why was he torturing him this way?
“Gonna be good for me, baby?” Jungkook reminded, leaning close to his thigh to trail kisses up, and down to his knee. His voice was soft like honey dripping from the comb. A stream in a quiet forest. Yoongi’s mind slowly turned more syrupy, wanting to record his voice to play forever.
Yoongi gasped from the sudden yank of his boxers, cock springing upward, slapping onto his stomach. He couldn’t help but blush deeply from the embarrassing noise that was conjured out of him but couldn’t ignore the strong zip of pleasure around the head from the fabric caught for a second.
Jungkook’s eyes widened at the sight. “Oh …” he huffed, watching Yoongi’s thick cock twitch weakly. It was Jungkook’s turn to blush, capturing every follicle, every mosaic piece of him. Dragging his tongue across his dry lips, he was damn near drooling.
Yoongi’s cock is massive for his…stature. Not that he’s frail, he’s pretty toned. But this ?
Oh, Jungkook’s going to have a field day with him. Thick, long, and so fucking hard. Yoongi can fill him right up.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve been hiding this big thing from me?” Jungkook leaned closer, gently kissing the tip, down to the shaft, spreading his legs to crawl between him. Yoongi’s cock twitched under his lips. “Such a big thing, all for me.”
Jungkook was going to take his time with him. Ease him into it, but lord , how could he with a cock so delectable? How could we when Yoongi looked so fucked out and desperate already? He couldn’t wait to have this cock inside him destroying his insides.
Yoongi moaned softly when his cock came in contact with Jungkook’s tongue, licking the shaft up to the tip, circling the head while continuing stroking languidly. He circled around the sponged head a couple of times, eyes locked on Yoongi. He watched his lips part, cock twitching against his tongue. His head tilted back against the couch, swirling in pleasure. Yoongi was doing his best to keep still for Jungkook, but it was getting difficult. Precum already tearing over the slit; a tear that was licked off by Jungkook's tongue. He moans around the head from the bitter-salty taste, taking half of his cock into his mouth to suck on.
All of his worries, his rejections, and begging thoughts spilled out of his ears. He voiced his moans this time, feeling each suck grow passionate. Then switched to shallow, Yoongi’s body couldn’t fight back the noises that came out of his mouth.
“Being so good for me. Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, pulling off to stroke him.
“Y-yes.” he breathed.
This was everything that Yoongi had imagined. Getting on his knees for him, feeling his tongue licking his cock well, his fucking mouth. God it was heaven. Jungkook brought half of his length back into his mouth, taking passed the half mark.
“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbled, gripping his fists until pearly white. Jungkook hummed around his length, before pulling back up to the tip. Inhaling through his nose, twirling his tongue around, through the slit before going back down again. Involuntarily, Yoongi’s hips jerked into his mouth once, forcing a bit more of his cock into it, making him gag around his cock. Yoongi let out a surprised moan, whining a bit from the sudden force on his body. When he looked down, he saw Jungkook staring him down with a look, an arm over his hips to keep him down.
He released his cock with a wet pop, thick lips red and coated in saliva. “I don’t like repeating myself, baby,” he said, ignoring the fact that his voice was slightly hoarse. “What did I say to you earlier?” he asked, hand wrapped around his cock. Back to stroking him.
Yoongi closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, riding through the pleasure waves right now. Most were dying, some were still moving to shore.
Yoongi was trying to get the gears rolling; there were a lot of things that he said, but he couldn’t think of any of them right now.
“Aw, you’re mind in a puddle from just a blowjob?” He asked, gripping his cock tighter as he continued. This made Yoongi whimper. A pitiful fucking whimper. “I can’t imagine how you’re going to look when you’re fucking me.”
Yoongi moaned, trying to roll his hips into his hand. He can see it, Jungkook’s face flushed, down to his neck, and the corner of his eyes are filled with unshed tears, clouded with lust. He was trying his best to keep focus and not fall into his instincts, but his imagination was too powerful. God he needs this so bad.
He remembered faintly how frustrated he looked that night with his fling. On the brink of pleasure and control. How hard he tried to focus on the pleasure, internally begging for sweet release. Only for it to be robbed of him.
Remembering how…hurt he looked. Did he tell him about his dom side? Did he laugh at Jungkook? Belittle him? How could anyone ever treat him that way…it’s unheard of. A fucking crime.
Then, a whine is pulled out of Yoongi as the motions stop. His hips deflated onto the cushion. Jungkook tsked once again.
“N-no,” Yoongi looked back at him, eyes desperate and slightly panicked. “P-please don't stop–”
“Then answer my question.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes, stopping all movements. “What did I tell you not to do earlier?”
Yoongi was growing more frustrated. Nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing filled the space. His eyes almost squeezed tight as he tried to remember.
“N-not to move.” Yoongi finally answered, voice small and a bit breathless, as if treading on air.
“So why were you moving then?”
“I-I’m sorry-”
Yoongi yelped at the sudden sting on his thigh. His eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook’s hand on it. The notion of being spanked didn’t catch up to Yoongi mentally, but physically his cock twitched, a tear of precum rising from the slit. Jungkook’s eyes trained on Yoongi’s, looking for any form of discomfort. But he didn’t find any. He smirked at Yoongi’s reaction, noticing his pale face red.
“Next time it will be much harder. I don’t want to punish you yet, baby. Be good for me.”
Yet?
God Yoongi was starting to get restless. He gripped onto the cushion as much as he could after Jungkook moved his arm back into place. He continued stroking Yoongi, a bit rougher than before. Yoongi’s eyes fluttered closed, eyebrows pinching together a bit at the feeling of Jungkook’s thumb rubbing against the slit before taking half of his cock into his mouth again.
Yoongi was losing his mind even more than he already did. No matter how many times he felt Jungkook’s tongue try to dig into the slit, lick the underside of his cock with a mean suck, it sent shivers and shocks all over him. Moan after moan, softly begging Jungkook for something that he didn’t know what he needed. His throat was dry, scorching in his hoodie. His hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, and the tip of his fingertips was going numb and white as a ghost from how tightly he was clenching them onto the cushion. His toes curl into the rug from the intense feeling of his cock snuggled in his entire mouth, stroking that couldn’t fit. How open his throat was for Yoongi; he could feel everything. It was amazing.
The heat in his stomach was too much, the familiar coil was more apparent. He was going to cum, and he couldn’t wait. Silently pleading to himself, focusing on the pleasure–but wait, Kookie said that he couldn’t cum without his permission. He mustn’t, he must be good for Kookie.
“K-Kookie,” he called weakly. Jungkook hummed, the vibrations on his cock trigger his cock to twitch in his mouth. “G-going to cum.” He thought he would pull off, but no. He kept going, a bit more vigorous.
“K-koo–” he choked on a breathless moan. “Kookie,”
Jungkook pulled off his dick in one go, taking a deep breath, continuing to stroke him hard and fast. Yoongi opened his eyes once more, groaning at the sight of his roommate. He looked so good, so erotic and filthy. Face flushed, a thin layer of sweat that made him shine under the room lights. Lips red and swollen, a wet trail down to his chin from spit. He leaned over, licking up the copious trail of precum from the tip, read and ready to burst. Jungkook’s hand quickened, gripping around the length more. Yoongi panted, heavier the closer he was. Jungkook rested his cheek against his knee, watching him get close to falling apart.
“Bet you want to cum on my face, huh?” Jungkook finally spoke. His other hand gently fondled his balls, drawn up and all, ready to release his thick load. “Spill your thick load into my mouth? I’ll make sure to swallow it all for you. Make sure it doesn’t go to waste.”
God, he was so fucking close–
An unrecognizable noise filled the room when he no longer felt Jungkook’s hands on him. His cock twitching horribly after smacked against his stomach. Precum that was dripping over Jungkook’s fingers, now began to pool on his skin.
“Too bad you don’t get to cum yet,” Jungkook raised onto his lap, close to his ear. “You musn’t cum without permission.”
Yoongi’s arms wrapped around Jungkook, rolling his hips against him. “P-please, Kookie, please–”
Jungkook tsked for the third time of the night. “I thought I told you,” he grabbed a chunk of Yoongi’s hair before yanking it back. “Not to move?”
Yoongi moaned loudly, hands gripping onto the back of Jungkook’s shirt. He stilled his movements, cock trapped between them, twitching nonstop. It was crying to cum. While Yoongi, was close to.
“I can feel you twitching down there. You must want to cum so bad, don’t you?" He cooed. "My pretty baby.”
“Please…” he whispered weakly.
Jungkook pulled back enough to see Yoongi, trailing his lips against his while his eyes locked onto his. Yoongi was barely paying attention to him, the only thing in mind was to taste sweet release. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, his cock twitching from it’s confinement. He couldn’t believe how worked up his roommate was.
He’s going to have so much fun with him. He couldn’t wait.
So he kissed Yoongi. Hard and restless. Yoongi opened his mouth for him to drive his tongue inside.
They kiss for a while, a rinse and repeat of nipping his bottom lip, sucking it into his own. Dancing with his tongue before sucking; slowly, grazing his teeth in a way that makes Yoongi buckle his knees if standing. Yoongi groaned in the kiss, absorbing the mixture taste of one another.
Yoongi’s heart was soring.
Jungkook broke the kiss, barely pulling away. “How are you feeling? Good?"
Yoongi nodded, lips brushing against the other set.
"G-good...Just want to cum."
"I know," he smiled. "You will. Eventually."
Yoongi whined, clearly not liking that.
"I want to try something baby. Want you to feel so good, but you can say no. Always can, okay?”
Yoongi nodded once more.
“Can I finger you?”
Yoongi’s cock twitched again from the question, but his eyes widened. Never did he think that he'd request something like that. But, it didn't mean he was opposed to it. His cocked twitched hard enough for it to bounce off of his lower tummy before gently slapping onto it. Jungkook couldn't help but smile at the reaction.
"I-I never had anything up there before..." Yoongi whispered, extending his fingers open to stretch his poor joint muscles.
"That's okay." Jungkook leaned over to peck his cheek. "I'll be gentle. Promise."
His sincerity made Yoongi's heart stutter. "O-okay, yeah. You can."
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Never in his days would Yoongi find his ass on display. When he spread his legs for the younger, Yoongi hovered his arm over his eyes out of embarrassment. He knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about, but he couldn't help it. He's never done this before. The brink of sweet release died down during the change of scenery. Mentally, Yoongi was still catching up on the situation. By the time his back hit the mattress, his knees held up by Jungkook, his legs shook, fighting the attempt to close them.
“You okay, baby?” Jungkook asked. “We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable, you know. Just say the word.”
“I-It’s okay, I want to,” Yoongi said, stutters gripped over his words.
“Are you sure? You're shaking."
Yoongi nodded before spreading his legs farther apart to show his sincerity. Jungkook was still concerned, but his expression altered as his eyes dropped to Yoongi’s cock, still lively and red; angry from his ruined orgasm. He glanced up at Yoongi with worry, but Yoongi gave him a nod of not only consent, but reassurance.
“It’s okay. Go on.”
Jungkook took a deep break, expression quickly morphed to hunger. Yoongi’s face could only blush so much, his turned away in an attempt to hide. His heart palpitating from nerves and anticipation.
He felt Jungkook’s hand rest on his stomach. Gently squeezing around the flat base. Feeling his stomach rise and deflate rather quickly.
Yoongi expected for Jungkook to start right away, since he was so eager. But he didn’t move a muscle, and that was freaking him out a bit more. Why wasn’t he starting? Does he not think that Yoongi could handle it?
“It’s okay,” Jungkook’s soft voice filled the awkward silence. “Take slow breaths. Take your time.”
And Yoongi did just that. Breathed in and out, slowly. He didn’t know how long he did this for, but he could feel his body relaxing, melting into the mattress until he felt like goo.
“Good. Very good. Keep going."
Jungkook rubbed his hand on his stomach slowly. Small circle movements. Yoongi closed his eyes at some point, following the rhythm of his breathing.
In, hold, out. Slow breaths.
“Good.” Yoongi could hear Jungkook smiling. “How do you feel?” he asked, rubbing larger circles. Taking him time to meet the beginning point.
“Good,” Yoongi’s voice barely reached a whisper.
“Better?” Jungkook followed, slowly trailing his hand lower.
“Hm,” Yoongi hummed.
“Good. Just keep breathing like that. Nice and slow. Want to be good for me right?”
“Yes.” It repeated in his mind. He only wants to be good for Kookie . "A-am I?"
Jungkook smiled more. "Being very good for me..."
Yoongi breathed in a bit sharply at the feeling of Jungkook’s hand around his cock. Stroking the length up and down languidly.
Pleasure flowed onto shore. A small tear of precum pooling from the slit, twitching in his hold for more. Yoongi remembered his previous command of stillness, so he gripped his hands onto the folded duvet below to ground him.
He could feel Jungkook's eyes on his hole, completely enamored and horny for this man. He was flattered in so many levels, his heart giving him brownie points at the fact that Jungkook wanted to do this with him.
“Kookie’s going to make you feel so good.” Jungkook whispered.
When Yoongi opened his eyes, he saw just that; Jungkook licking his lips, gripping his hand around his cock to stroke him a little faster. Eyes half way-lit, clouded in lust. His other hand reaching for his balls, gently gripping to massage them. Yoongi closed his eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the wave of pleasure growing. His heart was pounding hard for a whole different reason. And then, his body twitched from the sudden contact of his thumb pressing lightly against his rim.
Yoongi opened his eyes to look at Jungkook, who’se eyes were now on him. Slowly, he circled his thumb around the puckered hole. Small twitches each time he rubbed the bottom half. Jungkook’s smiled a bit, continuing before pressing down just a bit.
“Oh,” a soft moan. A soft exhale next when he pressed a bit more during circulation.
More , Yoongi’s body begged. He was fighting his instincts to roll his hips into his hand. This triple attack wasn’t fair, in his humble opinion. But Jungkook seemed to understand, because he pulled off and tapped Yoongi’s side.
“Raise your legs and hold them up. By your knees.” he said.
Yoongi did as he was told.
“Spread your legs for me.” he tilted his head, eyes on his cock and his ass.
It felt like his face was on fire, feeling a little too loose. But this is okay, this is what he wanted; he didn’t want to think, didn’t want to worry about anything. He wanted nothing more than to cum and to be good, so he spread his legs, holding them by the back of his knees, waiting for what’s to come next.
One hand spread one cheek to the side while the other gently caresses Yoongi’s shaft, leaving the elder shivering from pleasure. The way Jungkook took in a sharp breath left Yoongi breathless.
“God," He pleaded quickly as he slowly circled his fingers around the hole, doubling the attack this time.
Yoongi’s eyes fluttered close, huffing out a soft noise as the need for more was going drastically. He felt Jungkook’s fingers spread apart, a lazy attempt to stretch his hole.
“Such a pretty hole, all for me.” Jungkook commented as he dropped onto his stomach to get closer. His presence was sensed, dangerously close to his hole. His skin jolted under Jungkook’s lips before he placed a kiss on his cheek. He stilled when he did it to the other side, and then directly on his hole.
Yoongi gasped, jolting away from his lips. Jungkook smirked, grabbed onto both sides of his hips before diving in. Kissing and licking a fat stripe over his hole. This made Yoongi moan out, digging the back of his head into the pillow. Jungkook didn’t let up, slow, long licks against the puckered hole, kissing like it was a set of lips, and the longer Jungkook was down there, the more intense it got.
This was–a lot. Feeling the nine realms while stroking his cock with intent at the same time was becoming too much too fast. He tried to call for the younger, but to no avail. All Yoongi could do was lay there and feel. And feel he did, even more when Yoongi’s body unclenched for a millisecond, Jungkook took that opportunity to prod his tongue into his hole. He kept going and going, thrusting his tongue in and out.
“Mn,” Yoongi whimpered, clenching the back of his knees tightly.
Jungkook pulled back briefly, letting out the most heaviest sigh for the first time in a while. His eyes roamed up Yoongi's body, catching his eyes as he licked the drool off of his lips. he continued stroking Yoongi’s cock, his face red, eyes focused. Bits of hair curled and damp from sweat. “Good, baby?”
Yoongi could only nod, moaning softly from the low-riding pleasure. His cock twitched harshly in his hold, precum dripping over Jungkook's fingers.
“Gonna make you feel even better,” he vowed.
“C-can I cum, let me cum, please.” he didn’t realize how gone he was. Look at him, begging already.
“Just a little longer, baby. Kookie’s just getting to the good part.” Jungkook leaned to kiss his inner thigh before lowering back to the rim.
Yoongi groaned, spreading his legs a bit more in an attempt to rush him. Instead of Jungkook getting to the good part, he heard him chuckle.
Such an evil little fuck. Maybe if he begged more, Jungkook would get to it. Maybe if clenched his hole around his tongue when he licked him again it’ll convince him to give him what he wanted. He tried moving his hips toward him, but realized he couldn’t move as much in this position. He thought Jungkook wouldn’t notice, but he did, and spanked his cheeks twice for it.
“I won’t make you cum if you move again.” He threatened.
Yoongi whimpered. “B-but–”
“But what?”
“Y-you’re taking too long. I want to cum!” it came out as whine.
“I’m taking my time with my meal,” Jungkook said it in a way that ended the back and forth. To further his point, he rubbed his wet index finger against his hole. “Don’t interuppt.”
Yoongi shivered from the firm wetness. He wondered what it was, until his fingered pulled back. Tilting his head toward Jungkook, eyes widening slightly from his finger thrusting into Jungkook’s mouth, and then pressing against his hole.
His cock twitched in Jungkook’s hand, lips parting to release a silent moan.
Yoongi made a noise during the intrusion of Jungkook’s finger. Slowly entering him, fighting against the tight ring surrounding the dextrous limb. Jungkook pulled back, slowly thrusted back in; he continued this motion a couple of times before thrusting more confidently.
It was a weird feeling. It didn’t hurt. But the more confident and deeper his finger moved, the waves of pleasure began crashing into shore again. Pulling and twisting around, with Jungkook’s thumb massaging across the slit.
Suddenly, Yoongi jerked away from Jungkook from a very intense feeling. He gasped at it.
“There,” Jungkook whispered, pulling his finger all but the tip out before thrusting harshly into him. Fast, directly onto that spot. Yoongi’s body twitched harshly, moaning, and cussing right after. The waves crashing onto shore, slowly overflowing onto the sand.
Yoongi dug the back of his head into his pillow again, trying to remember to breath and unclench. But it was kind of hard to do that when his roommate was thrusting his finger in him like his life depended on it. It was even harder when Jungkook added a second finger, thrusting once, and grazed the pads of his fingers against the soft spot.
“Kookie,” Yoongi choked on a moan, cock leaking more precum, over his fingers wrapped around his cock. The fingers in his ass squeezed by the walls surrounding them. This was too fucking much. The coiling, pulling feeling rose from the grave quicker than he'd anticipated.
“You look so fucking good like this, sound so good. Sound so hot.”
“Please!” Yoongi begged, digging his nails into his skin. “Please let me cum, p-please–”
“Tell me how good it feels.” Jungkook ordered.
“Feels so good,” he said with honesty.
“Think you can take another?”
“N-no! I-I’ll cum too soon, please.”
“I think you can take one more for me,” without moving his hands, Jungkook pushed himself up and leaned close to Yoongi, not taking his eyes off of him. “Take one more for me baby, then I’ll let you cum.” He thrusted his fingers faster, gripping the base of Yoongi’s cock to delay his orgasm further.
Yoongi’s clenched his eyes shut, not holding back any of the noises that came out of his mouth when Jungkook added a third. The coiling heat in his belly dropped but then rose. Slowly building up, the rubber band feeling pulling and pulling. Slowly thrusting in and out until he took it comfortably, thrusting with pace, only one finger hooked against his prostrate.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Jungkook moaned after.
“Kookie,” he whined, trying to move hips into his fingers. He didn’t care about getting reprocussions, and neither did Jungkook at that moment.
“Look at me, baby. Look at me, come on.” he encouraged. It was a difficult, but Yoongi opened his eyes, looking up into those beautiful black orbs that he’s enamored by. “There you go, you look so fucking hot.”
“C-can’t…I-I can’t hold it-”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jungkook strokes him hard and fast. “Did so fucking well, gonna make you cum so hard.”
Yoongi’s moans became breathless. Louder. He was so close. Yoongi spread his legs as wide as he could.
“Cum.” Jungkook ordered.
Yoongi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, letting out a series of broken moans as soon as his orgasm hit. The rubberband snapped, the strongest wave of pleasure coursed through his entire body. His body jerked as thick load of cum spurted all over his stomach and Jungkook’s fingers. His prostrate milked through his ejaculation.
Jungkook moaned with him, jaw going lax from just watching. His own cock begging for it’s own kind of fun, but this wasn’t about him. He continued his ministrations through Yoongi’s climax, and once he finally settled down from peak, Jungkook removed his fingers and his hand from his throbbing cock.
He helped Yoongi settle his legs down. Jungkook laid beside Yoongi, gently caressing his chest to help ease the process of coming down from his high.
“Feel so good now?”
Yoongi hummed, nodding a bit. “G-good…Good for you?” He opened his eyes enough to look at Jungkook.
The boy smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “So good for me. Such a good boy.”
Yoongi’s head and chest felt fuzzy after that. He couldn’t fight the sleep demons after that, letting darkness take him.