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Tick tock.
Jungkook looked up at the clock, swallowing his anxiety. Just a few more minutes. Yoongi was never late.
Tick tock.
The ticking echoed in the dead silence of the apartment as Jungkook kneeled in the entrance hall, hands behind his back and thighs apart. He knew he would get hard the second the lock clicked, so he opted for sweatpants rather than jeans.
Tick tock.
Ten minutes ago, Jungkook received a text.
From: Yoongi
19:48
be on your knees when I get home. not taking any shit, had a bad day. your mouth better be ready for cocksucking, not talking and whining, slut
The second he read it, he got half hard, sprinted to the door and sank to his knees. He contemplated tying his hands, but he knew Yoongi would tell him to do so if he wanted it. So he didn’t, and kept them behind his back instead.
Tick tock.
God, the time was going by so slow. He chewed on the pout of his lower lip, wet with how much he’s been licking it. He nervously bounced on his knees, trying not to get hard just yet. The previous spike from the message went down, but the more he thought about what awaited him, the shorter his breaths got and the more blood went down to his cock.
Tick tock.
He had to take his mind off it. He couldn’t focus on the fact that Yoongi didn’t want him whiny and pliant like usual. Yoongi wanted him quiet, nothing but a hole to shove his cock in, and Jungkook would be damned if he didn’t absolutely obsess over the idea of that.
They’d tried this whole nothing-but-a-cocksleeve thing multiple times, and Jungkook always came so hard he saw stars. So when he read the message that clearly indicated that today, it was all Yoongi would need him for, his heart and dick went mayhem.
Tick tock.
He also knew what would come afterwards, though. He knew that after Yoongi fucked the voice out of his throat, the other side of him would come. The other side of Yoongi and the other side of Jungkook that got soothed by the exact opposite behavior.
And god, he loved both.
Tick tock.
He knew Yoongi wouldn’t be late. One more minute. One more minute till Yoongi slams the door down, coming in with that aura of his that got Jungkook weak in the knees. That is, when he wasn’t kneeling.
He leaned his head back, lips apart. He tried not to fidget, but the time was going by sluggishly, and Jungkook started getting impatient. He wasn’t sure whether he’d get to even cum today, sometimes he didn’t, sometimes Yoongi left him hard and leaking and forbid him to touch himself. Sometimes he’d do it for him. It really depended on Yoongi’s mood.
And today, it seemed like Yoongi was not in a good one.
Click.
That second, Jungkook’s ears perked up, eyes widened and lips falling ajar. He shuffled his thighs together, because as predicted, his cock started hardening the second he heard the keys jingle and click the lock open. He straightened his back, pulled his hands behind his back tighter and stiffened in anticipation, growing ever so hot.
The door opened, and the image in them prompted Jungkook to get hard so quickly he blacked out for a second.
Yoongi walked in, not sparing Jungkook a single glance, and threw his bag on the floor. An expensive, black suit hugged his figure, emitting a natural glow of dominance, and the ends of his hair were damp from the drizzle outside. He looked so fucking good Jungkook wanted to kiss him, but oh boy, the shit that would get him into. So he didn’t, and stayed quiet, eyeing his stunning boyfriend as he took the jacket off, leaving him in a white shirt that subtly showed off his toned chest.
Jungkook knew that there was no ‘hi baby, how was your day?’ coming today, or at least no anytime soon. Of course Yoongi saw him, he just didn’t bother to spare him an acknowledging look until he finally took his jacket off and walked over to him.
Jungkook felt his heart in his throat and in his cock, knowing very well he was going to be edged and untouched for the next few long moments, and he swallowed, looking up at Yoongi.
He took in a sharp breath through his nose, trying not to crumble completely under the judgmental and entitled look Yoongi was granting him with. Jungkook saw it, he saw the want in Yoongi’s eyes, but he wouldn’t dare point it out.
Remember, he doesn’t want you, he just wants you as a hole. God, Jungkook couldn’t wait for Yoongi to remind him, he was so impatient and horny he was trembling.
Yoongi reached forward, stepping ever so close, so close Jungkook’s nose was almost touching his clothed cock which was obviously hard already, and harshly took Jungkook’s chin between his thumb and index finger. Jerking Jungkook’s chin up to make the boy look up at him, he grabbed Jungkook’s face by the pretty cheeks, turning it a little as if to assess the goods.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Yoongi frowned, “what do we have here?”
Normally, Jungkook would respond with something to remind Yoongi and himself that he’s an eager cockslut, but not today. God, he better not utter a single damn word.
It was provocative, Jungkook knew it, he knew Yoongi technically asked a question, but god forbid Jungkook would answer. But he knew he had to throw in some fuel, and solely from the thought of his voice being enough of a fuel, he couldn’t stop a small squeak from escaping his lips. And fuck, he surely added the fuel there.
“Goddammit, the one thing I asked you to was to shut the fuck up,” Yoongi rasped, looking down at Jungkook with storm in his eyes. “And you had to fuck that up the first second. What the fuck did I say about talking? Can’t you control that loud mouth of yours? I think you need that cockhole filled up, you whiny whore.” He didn't say a word, but that's how Yoongi was.
Jungkook’s cock twitched painfully at the words, heat spreading all through his lower body, and he felt drops of precum leak out of his cock. God, that’s what he was, a whiny whore, so he nodded weakly, and instantly went with it when Yoongi inconsiderately shoved two fingers in between his pretty, pink lips. Jungkook’s lips automatically fell open, taking in Yoongi’s fingers knuckle deep and wrapping his tongue around them. God, he loved this, he loved it so much, he loved when Yoongi played around with his mouth, because he fucking loved sucking on things.
However, something was telling him that today, Yoongi didn’t exactly want him to suck. And this suspicion was only confirmed when Yoongi pulled the fingers out, and with his hand still wet from Jungkook’s hot mouth, he delivered a fairy light slap on Jungkook’s cheek, more like a smack to wake him up.
“Stop fucking sucking like a desperate bitch,” Yoongi spat, and this time, an actual slap flew across Jungkook’s cheek, turning his head to the side. The pain stung his cheek, and he swallowed thickly upon feeling his cock twitch again and a drop of precum slide down to his thigh. He almost rubbed his thighs together in a search for friction, but stopped himself.
His head remained hanging down and to the side, and he panicked, because he realized it was a mistake, but before he could lift it up, Yoongi grabbed a fist of his hair and yanked Jungkook’s head back. The boy tried his best to remain silent, only allowing himself to scrunch up his eyebrows.
He didn’t dare to look Yoongi in the eyes again, so he redirected his hazy gaze to Yoongi’s crotch. He was packing a serious bulge, and Jungkook’s heart, and cock, for that matter, jumped when he saw Yoongi start fiddling with his belt.
In all seriousness, Yoongi standing above him in his white shirt and work pants, staring him down like he was nothing but a sex toy ready to be used and played with, slowly unbuckling his belt as a preparation for taking his hard, delicious cock out to shove it down Jungkook’s throat, was the hottest fucking thing possible.
On instinct, Jungkook’s mouth watered and eyes widened when Yoongi took his cock out, flushed and red, glistening with precum. With the one hand he still had in Jungkook’s hair, Yoongi pulled Jungkook’s head closer, but kept it motionless enough to prevent Jungkook from surging forwards and sinking down on his cock.
“Stop being so fucking cock greedy for once,” Yoongi growled when he noticed Jungkook tried to lap for the head of Yoongi’s cock only a few centimetres from his lips, “keep those filthy fucking lips away from my cock until I tell you otherwise, you needy, helpless cunt.” He accentuated his last words with bringing his cock to Jungkook’s cheek and delivering a light slap with it, causing Jungkook to take in a breath so sharp it hitched in his throat. He was dripping by now, every single word Yoongi said driving him crazy, lightheaded, and on the brink of cumming just like that, just from being treated like piece of trash that was only good for taking cock.
So he stayed still, lips only a little apart, but he didn’t dare to open them again. Yoongi, seemingly pleased, or as pleased as he could be with a dirty slut, tipped his cock forward, running the head over Jungkook’s parted, pouty lips, smearing the precum on them, and dear god, the amount of self-control Jungkook had to maintain was unreal.
He wanted to lick the sticky, bitter fluid from his lips, knowing it would taste so fucking good to him, wanted to suck on the flushed head of Yoongi’s cock like a damn lollipop and lap up all the remaining precum, but he couldn’t. He was a good slut, and good sluts didn’t disobey. So he didn’t move, kept his lips together, eyes down, and trembled with impatience as Yoongi kept running along Jungkook’s lips with his cock, smirking.
“Wow, could it be you’re not cock-dumb, finally?” Yoongi scoffed, and Jungkook knew it translated to somewhat of a praise. Then, Yoongi’s grip in Jungkook’s hair tightened.
“Open up. Remember, slut, don’t try anything,” Yoongi said lowly, “keep that filthy hole of yours open and we’ll be good. Remember who the fuck you belong to, fucktoy.”
This time, Jungkook physically couldn’t resist pressing his thighs together, but separated them the second it hit his senses. Shit, if Yoongi noticed that, he’d be in a lot of trouble.
Jungkook pliantly opened his mouth, keeping the clear message in his head. No sucking, no moving. Just a dumb cocksleeve, nothing but a fleshlight.
Yoongi pulled his head forward, shoving his cock into Jungkook’s mouth to the hilt, and it immediately got a wet, gagging sound of out Jungkook. And before Jungkook realized he voiced something out, Yoongi snapped his hips forward, ramming his cock down his throat, and tears welled up in the boy’s eyes.
“Fuck, that’s right-“ Yoongi groaned right after few sharp thrusts, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of Jungkook’s throat, so deep that Jungkook was gagging, but he couldn’t gasp or breathe, because it would be a lot of sounds. So he stayed still and let Yoongi fuck his throat.
It was painful, fuck, it hurt and it stung, but Jungkook felt so full and finally satiated with the salty taste of his lover’s cock, the veiny girth of it stretching his lips. His eyes rolled back as he tried to take in as much of the taste as possible, relishing in the feeling of the hard, pulsing shaft slipping over his tongue and down into his throat. God, he was leaking and dripping, hundred percent sure there was a wet spot where the head of his rock hard cock pressed into his sweatpants.
Yoongi, with his grip still painfully tight in Jungkook’s hair, snapped his hips especially hard and fast, chasing his high. He knew Jungkook had trouble breathing, and Jungkook knew Yoongi didn’t give a fuck right now. Jungkook tried to swallow, but knew he would get shit for his throat tightening, so he rather tried letting all of his spit and Yoongi’s precum drip out of his mouth.
He was fairly successful at keeping the liquids from his throat, because he felt them run down his chin and drip down to his neck and sweatpants, but he still had trouble breathing. He gargled with each thrust, choked each time Yoongi’s balls hit his chin, each time he felt the head of Yoongi’s cock down his throat.
“Stop fucking whining, you useless piece of a whore,” Yoongi snapped when Jungkook helplessly emitted a whiny plea for air after he choked. “No one fucking asked you, bitch. One would think that after you get your loud mouth full of cock you’d shut the fuck up, since that’s all you ever think about. But you always have to complain about something, don’t you?”
To accentuate his words, Yoongi snapped forward harder, so hard Jungkook’s chin and jaw ached, but he had to agree. He kept whining and gargling, even though he knew he should be quiet like a good fucktoy. Fuck, he sure was choking, but something about the absence of oxygen made everything more intense. The dark spots swimming in front of his eyes accounted for sharpened senses in his mouth and ears, and he heard the quiet gasps Yoongi was emitting as he rode to his high, and god, the taste.
Jungkook knew he looked fucked out, he knew there were tears all over his face, nose running and mouth swollen and glistening with all the spit dribbling from it past Yoongi’s quickly sliding cock, and he hoped he’d get a load of cum on his face to finish off the look.
He knew Yoongi’s limits and judging by the way his cock started throbbing and flexing on his tongue, he figured Yoongi was close.
“Fuck, yeah-“ Yoongi breathed, speeding up mercilessly, momentarily forgetting that Jungkook started gagging loudly again, “decent for a desperate whore, at least.”
Jungkook almost let himself cry out but stopped, instead focusing on sucking in the smallest breaths possible. His head started spinning lightly, it was all so much, from the oxygen deprivation to the taste of Yoongi’s cock, to his own need for friction.
As Yoongi had his hand in Jungkook’s hair and kept yanking it forward painfully to help himself create a pace, Jungkook’s whole body was lightly jerking with the motion, causing his drenched cock to rub against the sweatpants, giving him just the tiniest sparks of pleasure, but he was so hard and so pent up that he knew he’s going to cum if this lasts a little longer.
Yoongi’s hips stuttered, and Jungkook stuck his tongue out lightly to get some air, because he knew what was coming. He wouldn’t get any of Yoongi’s load on his face.
With the last few morbid thrusts, so hard that Jungkook just decided to hold his breath for a while, Yoongi came, cum shooting down Jungkook’s worn out throat so deep that he could barely taste it, but he could feel it, and fuck, he bucked his hips up to rub his cock against his sweatpants better. Yoongi then pulled back slightly to actually cum on the younger’s tongue and let him taste it, but never slowed down.
“Fuuuuuck,” Yoongi groaned, pulling Jungkook all the way on his cock and keeping him there, not giving him a single chance to breathe. He knew Jungkook would let him know if he needed to stop. Now of course, he couldn’t utter a color with his mouth full of cock, but that was the reason they established the tapping system, and Yoongi would always react to that in the speed of light, both of them knew that.
As Yoongi rode through his orgasm, he didn’t stop thrusting, instead kept fucking into Jungkook’s cum filled mouth, letting some of it spill past his swollen lips and down his chin.
Jungkook swallowed, and finally got a chance to breathe when Yoongi slowed down, so he took in a few sharp breaths with his nose, momentarily taking away the thrill of air deprivation.
But it wasn’t for long. Yoongi stopped moving, letting Jungkook recollect his air and swallow anything in his mouth. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s cock soften a little, but he wouldn’t dare to pull away, so he let it rest there, let the fluids drip down his chin to his shirt and pants. For now, he ignored the throbbing of his cock, and didn’t dare to move, because after receiving a load of cum down his throat he was so high he would cum the second he’d move.
Yoongi stood still, breathing loud, the grip in Jungkook’s hair not budging. Jungkook knew it wasn’t over.
He whined a little in impatience, his cock jumping and pulsing. He knew he shouldn’t whine, but fuck, he was desperate, so, so damndesperate, he wanted more. He wanted to be degraded more, he was starved for it. Yoongi’s been quiet for the past few moments, and Jungkook needed to be reminded of what useless whore he was, so he tentatively moved his tongue around the softening shaft of Yoongi’s cock, awaiting punishment, and wondering what would come next.
It came quickly, ‘it’ being a slap on Jungkook’s right cheek, the wet sound of a palm hitting tear and sweat soiled cheek resonating in the room.
“Just when you do something right,” Yoongi panted, “you have to start being a dumb fucking cumslut.”
Yeah, that’s it, he was a fucking cumslut, he wanted to suck the leftover cum from Yoongi’s cock and he knew he’d get slapped again, but how he loved being reminded of that.
“All you ever think of is cock, isn’t it,” Yoongi tsked, and with his right hand for once gently lifted Jungkook’s chin to make the boy look at him. “Can’t last two seconds without sucking on something, always need something in that wet face-cunt of yours. Well, now’s your time, slut.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened, heart pounding in excitement, and he started fiddling with his fingers behind his back. He looked up at Yoongi, doe eyed, with cheeks red and glistening with tears, the entire face a slobbery mess, and waited for what Yoongi had to say.
“Get my cock hard again,” Yoongi commanded and finally took his hand out of Jungkook’s hair, nonverbally letting him know he has control over his head again, “prove yourself useful for once and put that cock-hungry mouth to use.”
And holy fucking shit, that was all Jungkook wanted. He was on the tip of coming, so he knew it would be hard to suck Yoongi off without moving his lower half, but he had to give his best effort. Because his desperate need for derogation was almost satiated, and he was slowly slipping to the opposite.
But still, slowly. Very slowly. Maybe it’d be enough if the opposite would only happen after they were done.
So he started working his tongue around the shaft and the head, knowing it was burning sensitive from Yoongi’s previous orgasm, and for once, he could breathe. He moved his lips back and forth, gently and carefully. He knew it wasn’t exactly what Yoongi wanted for him, Yoongi wanted him to suck, and dear god, Jungkook wanted to suck, but he also hasn’t had enough of being degraded. Not enough, he needed more, so while he satisfied his oral fixation and deliberately sucked on Yoongi’s now hardening cock, he still remained meek and not giving his hundred percent. Under his breath, he moaned at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock getting harder and heavier on his tongue again, but he held himself back from sucking the living hell out of it.
He ignored the continuous throbbing of his own cock, feeling so embarrassingly wet that he was sure Yoongi saw the small wet stain through the sweats, but continued gently bobbing his head and sucking on all the sensitive parts, until Yoongi was hard again.
Jungkook heard soft gasps from Yoongi, and he wondered if Yoongi was getting on the praise wave. But he wasn’t.
“Tsch,” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, and it made Jungkook look up, only to see his boyfriend looking extremely displeased. And absolutely fucking hot, for that matter.
“Fucking unbelievable,” Yoongi spat, and harshly grabbed Jungkook by the hair to yank him off his cock. Jungkook hoped to get punished for not sucking cock properly, so for a second he got scared Yoongi would just make him stop, but then, a burning slap landed on his cheek. God, he was going to fucking cum, one more slap and he was going to bust. He was dumb and dazed out, head spinning with how close he was to coming untouched and from the arousal that the slap spiked, so much that he almost forgot where he was.
“One would think that a whore that loves to suck on things so much, you'd do a better job," Yoongi said with a small shake of his head, forcing his cock back into Jungkook’s mouth as soon as the boy looked up from the slap, “but as I can see, you can’t do a single fucking thing right, can you?”
And before Jungkook could tearfully shake his head, because that’s right, he was a dumb slut that couldn’t even please his lover, Yoongi started morbidly thrusting again, lifting Jungkook by the hair and stripping him of all control once again.
“Fucking useless,” Yoongi glowered, and Jungkook’s vision started getting hazy with tears and with the overall cloud of being used as nothing but a pleasure hole, having his face fucked until he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t see, and holy shit, he lived for this.
He looked up, his eyes unfocused and rolling back, only to see Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed together and chest heaving. Yoongi started ramming into Jungkook’s throat so hard the back of his throat actually hurt, but he wouldn’t tap Yoongi out, not now, for the love of god, not now. Instead, he just let his mouth fall open, not concentrating on anything but being a good hole for his boyfriend to use.
Yoongi groaned, signaling that Jungkook was doing good, but this was not the place for verbal praise, so instead, he opted for more words, words that Jungkook was dying to hear again.
“Fucking- useless- pathetic- cunt-“ Yoongi spat, emphasizing every word with a snap of his hips, accompanies by the lewd, squelching noises as he fucked the breath from Jungkook’s lungs.
At this point, Jungkook was gone, he was absolutely fucked out of his mind, dumb from the loss of air and from the taste of cock, and from how every last bit of oxygen he managed to suck in went to the blood in his cock, because he was fucking rock hard and still leaking. If he shifted, he would cum. If Yoongi hit him in the face again, he would cum. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted it or not.
“Fucking hell,” he heard Yoongi pant, “little whore is wet, huh?” It took Jungkook a second to come back to earth from the space he was floating in, and he managed to zone in through the rippling feeling of Yoongi’s cock still mercilessly ramming into his throat.
Yes, right, he was wet, so fucking wet.
“Do you like being reminded of what a lousy cocksucker you are?” Yoongi tilted his head, but didn’t give Jungkook a chance to answer nor nod. “What’s gotten you so wet, slut? Was it having a cock shoved to your stomach? Or was it being reminded that you’re nothing but a stupid hole for my cock, yet you suck at that job too?”
Holy fucking shit, Jungkook was having an out of body experience. Yes, yes to all of that. He knew Yoongi didn’t actually mean it, he knew Yoongi was fucking loving the way Jungkook’s mouth served him. But no way in hell Yoongi would tell him now. Sometimes, Yoongi would slip from a scene like this into praise, knowing it riled Jungkook up as well, but Jungkook just knew that today was not the day, and the softness would come later. But not now, god, he hoped not now.
“Are you going to cum?” Yoongi asked, not a hint of actual care in his voice, “What’s it going to take, hm?” For not a single moment, Yoongi’s hips slowed down, and Jungkook felt Yoongi’s cock start throbbing again, signaling his second orgasm approaching. It took him effort to focus back to the sensations, because he was back to floating somewhere off.
“Is it going to take another slap in your filthy face, whore?” Yoongi snickered and delivered a particularly strong thrust, one that made Jungkook’s head jerk and his eyes roll back, “or maybe another load of cum, huh?”
That must’ve been a warning for him, so he got ready to swallow another dose of cum, but was caught surprised, when Yoongi pulled him off his cock, a string of saliva and precum connecting the head to Jungkook’s abused, red lips, and wrapped his hand around his cock.
Jungkook blinked a few times, gasping for air, knowing his throat was fucked out and ruined, and it took him all of five seconds to realize what was going on. In that moment, too, Yoongi was coming again, groaning loudly, and strings of cum landed on Jungkook’s pretty face, completing the deliciously fucked out and ruined mess on his face. His mouth fell agape, but he didn’t lick for it, instead he let the cum slide down his burning cheeks and mix with the spit on his chin. He was on the tip, right on the fucking tip of coming so hard he’d stop breathing, and Yoongi knew it.
“Or maybe,” Yoongi mused, and lifted his leg, still slowly stroking his cock to let the last spurts of cum decorate Jungkook’s already filthy face, “this?”
Slowly and deliberately, Yoongi placed his foot, still wearing his shoes, over Jungkook’s hard, clothed cock with a dark wet stain over it, not touching it just yet, and smirked at the boy. Jungkook couldn’t see what Yoongi was doing, his eyes were closed and mouth open, his consciousness fucked somewhere to the back of his head as he couldn’t think of anything else but the load on his face and how fucking nasty he must’ve looked.
And Yoongi was glad he couldn’t see, because when he finally pressed the sole of his shoe into the prominent, hard shaft of Jungkook’s forgotten cock, the reaction was priceless.
For the first time, Jungkook completely lost control over his voice and screamed. He came that instant, so hard he doubled over and his body started shaking and spasming, his cock twitching in painful contractions and his underwear got soaked with the long held load of cum, seeping through it onto the sweatpants and creating a slowly enlarging stain.
After the scream, his voice got caught in the back of his throat, blocked by the lack of air, as the orgasm shoved the air out of his lungs, and he squealed, tears falling from his eyes when Yoongi moved his foot in place, smirking and enjoying the sight of Jungkook squirming and falling into pieces under him. It was too much, it shot him up, his vision went white. Fuck, he loved this so fucking much, being teased and pent up until he was finally allowed to blow up with one knocking out orgasm.
And fuck, when it finally started dying down, the piercing feeling of pleasure and of a powerful orgasm after being edged for so long, Jungkook caught his breath again, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He tried zoning back in, but there was still the immense wave of pleasure running through his veins, sparking out but still there. He sniffled and gasped, catching air, and he looked up at Yoongi.
He smiled.
There it was, Yoongi’s soft, endearing gaze, and he immediately took his foot off and squatted next to Jungkook, feverously wiping his teary face, using his sleeves to get the cum of the boy’s cheeks and eyes, stroking his hair with the other hand. It changed like the weather, really.
“Oh baby, you did so good,” Yoongi murmured, delivering a gentle kiss to Jungkook’s sweaty forehead where his hair stuck to it, “you did so good, baby, such a good boy.”
Jungkook could only smile at him, a little weary and still too out of it to actually respond, but he felt his heart soften and chest grow warm. God, he loved this too. He loved both sides of Yoongi, he loved feeling loved.
He loved being told he did a good job, because pleasing his lover was the only thing that mattered to him. In a scene, he was reminded he couldn't even do that, but in reality, both of them were aware that Jungkook was doing a fantastic fucking job.
Yoongi gently wiped the filth from Jungkook’s face, then cupped the younger’s cheek and rubbed his thumb into it in a small, soothing movement.
“You did so, so well. I love you so much,” Yoongi said quietly and leaned in for another endearing kiss.
“I- I love you-“ Jungkook tried getting out, but his voice was wheezy and raspy, ruined from getting his throat fucked so hard and long.
“Shh, it’s okay, let’s get you cleaned up, okay, sweetheart?”
Jungkook nodded weakly, and heavily stood up, letting Yoongi support him on his weak legs. As they stumbled to the bathroom, Yoongi kept caressing Jungkook’s shoulders, mumbling quiet words of praise and love.
Then, Yoongi set Jungkook down on the side of the bathtub and gently took his wet sweatpants off along with his underwear, frowning when Jungkook hissed at the oversensitivity when the clothes brushed over his soft cock.
“I’m sorry, baby, I know,” Yoongi mumbled as he took the sweatpants off, along with Jungkook’s underwear and socks, then he stood up and pulled the shirt off his boyfriend. Jungkook wasn’t still completely zoned in, still sort of floating somewhere in that fucked out headspace, so all he could do was dumbly lift his arms up to let Yoongi take the shirt off.
“Come on, get in the tub, honey,” Yoongi said softly and supported Jungkook by his arm to make sure he wouldn’t slip. Jungkook, being the confused baby he was, just sat down and looked around, waiting for his boyfriend to join him.
Yoongi quickly took his own clothes off, tossing them in the laundry along with Jungkook’s, and climbed into the tub. He turned the water on, carefully, to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold, and then began showering Jungkook, careful around all the sensitive places.
“So pretty,” Yoongi said quietly as he washed Jungkook’s sticky face with tepid water, gently rubbing off the cum and dried tears, “my baby is so pretty.” Jungkook just gave him a small smile, not being able to do more than to stare back at his love, taking in the sight of his lovely pouty lips and soft smile. He loved Yoongi so much, so dearly, and he felt nothing less than that from Yoongi too. He leaned into the touch as Yoongi cupped his cheek, emitting a soft cooing sound from Yoongi.
Yoongi couldn’t resist and after washing himself off too, he scooted closer to Jungkook, giving him a small hug, and pressed a peck into the boy’s swollen lips. Jungkook weakly kissed back, doing all he could to show Yoongi the wave of affection that took him.
They stayed in the tub for a while longer, Yoongi shampooing Jungkook’s messy, sweaty hair with sweet, strawberry shampoo to make it smell as lovely as it always did, and pressing kisses into the boy’s cheeks here and there, both of them giggling afterwards.
“I love you so much, baby, you did such a good job,” Yoongi kept repeating, “you’re the best, my love.”
“I love you,” Jungkook whispered to not strain his voice, and it got a small smile out of Yoongi.
They got out, Jungkook still a little wobbly, hit by the heaviness that shower always brought out in his muscles. His jaw and throat hurt, and he was thirsty.
“Yes sweetheart, I’ll get you something to drink, let’s just get you dressed,” Yoongi said when he noticed that Jungkook weakly smacked his dry mouth, and put a clean shirt and underwear on Jungkook and on himself. Then, he hugged Jungkook around the shoulders and helped him walk to the bedroom, laying him on the bed like the most precious little thing he was, and made sure there were pillows behind his back.
“Hold on a second, baby, don’t fall asleep,” Yoongi muttered as he saw Jungkook tapping out, lulled by the softness of the cool bedsheets, soothing his warm skin. “I’ll get you some tea first, okay, sweetie?”
Jungkook nodded weakly and coughed, voicing out a single tone to see if his voice was back, but it kept cracking, still wheezy. Never mind, he’s just going to whisper until it comes back. He stayed in the bed, huddling himself deeper into the blankets while he waited for Yoongi, and he just took the time to appreciate how damn lucky he was.
How damn lucky he was to have a boyfriend that could completely satisfy him sexually, hitting every single of his needs just right, being on the same wave as him with all his kinks and not being scared to give Jungkook what he wanted, but at the same time being the softest, most loving and caring person he could’ve ever wished for.
Yoongi paid attention, even if didn’t seem like it. Yoongi was always into the scene, always into degrading Jungkook as much as he needed. Today wasn’t their peak, because usually, at times they actually fucked, Yoongi went to even more drastic names and methods, going as far as paddling Jungkook to almost catatonic state, and the boy loved it.
But at the same time, he was so attentive and so careful, always wary of Jungkook’s needs and limits, always ready to stop and make sure he wouldn’t hurt his baby.
Once, during a particularly intense session with Jungkook tied up and Yoongi caning his ass, Jungkook slipped out a muffled ‘ow, ow’, and Yoongi immediately stopped everything, frantically checking and asking the confused Jungkook if everything was okay, profusely apologizing, and he almost burst to tears, all because through the swishing sound of the cane he misheard and thought Jungkook said ‘yellow’.
He smiled for himself, feeling his chest grow warm. God, he was in that post-coital wave of affection, what was taking Yoongi so long? He needed to cuddle the living hell out of the man.
Finally, Yoongi showed up in the door, carefully carrying a steaming cup of honey tea, and sank on the bed next to Jungkook. He handed Jungkook the cup, looking at him like he was the entire universe.
“Careful, baby, it’s hot,” Yoongi said and scooted over, gently caressing Jungkook’s arm.
Carefully, to not move the bed too much so Jungkook wouldn’t spill, he cuddled up to him, covering them both with the blankets. Jungkook whimpered, taking small sips of the warm tea to soothe his throat, and he was so fucking happy. Everything was so, so good.
Yoongi was happy too. With everything, from the second he got home, everything was perfect. He sometimes wondered how did he deserved this, like damn, he must’ve done something right in his previous life. Their sex life was top notch, they were so purely and genuinely in love, and here he was today, getting a great fuck after a shitty day at work, getting to see Jungkook completely and utterly trusting and giving himself to Yoongi, and now, clean and soft, he was cuddling his baby in their bed.
Jungkook finished the tea halfway before he placed it on the nightstand, deciding he didn’t like having his arms occupied with a teacup and would rather have them occupied with this beautiful boyfriend. He stretched them around Yoongi’s small waist and pulled his body even closer, letting Yoongi’s head rest on his chest. God, Jungkook loved him so fucking much.
“I love you,” Yoongi said once again, mirroring Jungkook’s thoughts, and hummed when Jungkook pressed a kiss into his damp hair. “So, so much. My baby. I’m so happy, Jesus.” Yoongi almost laughed defeatedly, because the amount of love he held for the boy was ridiculous.
Jungkook chuckled. “Me too,” he whispered, coughing afterwards.
“Finish the tea, sweetheart. Does your throat hurt?” Yoongi mumbled lifting his head up to look up at Jungkook, eyes wide with concern.
Jungkook nodded. “A-a little,” he whispered and smiled to show it was okay. “Worth it,” he mouthed afterwards, when he saw a hint of genuine worry creep on Yoongi’s face. Then, he wrapped his arms around the small shoulders of his love and pulled him into a tight hug, tangling their legs under the covers. “So, so worth it.”
Yoongi hummed and snuggled his head into Jungkook’s shoulder. “Finish the tea, though. Go on, while it’s still warm.”
Jungkook ended up finishing the tea while they turned on the TV as background hum, cuddled up in the warm nest of blankets.
Yoongi ended up falling asleep first, his hand around his boyfriend’s waist and head rested on his chest, but not before he reminded Jungkook how much he loved him and how well he did today.
For a while, Jungkook stayed awake, just staring into the ceiling, mindlessly caressing Yoongi’s back and brushing through his hair, soaking it all in, the warmth, the love, the comfort, the happiness. It was radiating, it was so strong, and Jungkook swore he’d never, ever been this happy.