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Jungkook was screwed.
He knew, as soon as his assistant walked into his office with a stack of paper the size of a dictionary, that he was going to be late getting home. He knew, as soon as Jimin set that stack of paper on his desk, that he wasn’t going to be getting out of the office until well after sundown. And he knew, deep down, that Yoongi was going to kill him for it.
He’d done his best, to get through the contracts as quickly as possible, to avoid any last minute chit chat with his colleagues as he’d pulled on his coat and grabbed his bag and left the office, heading out to his car. Had tried to take the quickest route possible, had stopped to pick up Yoongi’s favorite take out on the way, had driven way over the speed limit to try and make it home as quickly as possible.
When he’d pulled up outside their house, the lights inside the house were off. Jungkook swore quietly under his breath, before parking and getting out of the car, heading up the front steps and letting himself in, closing the front door behind him. As soon as he did, he heard a door slam upstairs, and closed his eyes for a moment, guilt sinking in his gut.
He toed off his shoes, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up, before making his way further into the house. The takeout went into the fridge—they could warm it up for lunch tomorrow, assuming that Yoongi was willing to speak to him, at that point.
He knew that Yoongi hated it when he worked late. It was one of the few things that they’d fought about, in their five years together. Jungkook had been trying so hard, for the past few months, to cut down on how late he had to stay, on how many nights he stayed late, because he knew that it was starting to wear on Yoongi.
His boyfriend had been especially insistent that he be home in a timely manner for the holidays. Just this one week, Kookie, please, Yoongi had pleaded. And Jungkook had promised, had sworn that he’d be home before six every night leading up to Christmas, because that’s what Yoongi had wanted.
And now he’d gone and fucked it all up.
He let himself into their bedroom. At the very least, it wasn’t locked—Yoongi wasn’t so pissed off that he was going to force Jungkook to sleep on the couch. He glanced towards the bed, smiling to himself when he saw the lump of Yoongi’s body under the covers.
That was good news.
Jungkook crossed the room slowly, undoing his tie slowly as he went. He set it down on the bedside table, then climbed onto the bed, reaching out to touch Yoongi’s arm. “Baby,” he said softly, bending down to nuzzle at the spot where his hair was poking out from beneath the duvet. “Baby, I’m sorry.”
He didn’t get a response, not that he was expecting one. Yoongi was completely tense underneath the covers, and Jungkook was willing to bet that a pout was already tugging at his lips.
“I know that you’re mad,” Jungkook whispered, running his hand up and down Yoongi’s arm slowly. “I know, baby, and I know that I promised that I’d be home early, and I’m so sorry.” He laid down beside him, wrapping his arm around him. Yoongi huffed, the sound barely perceptible. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“You promised,” Yoongi mumbled, voice dark and angry. “You promised, Kook.”
“I know,” Jungkook said softly, hugging Yoongi against his chest. “I told them I’m taking tomorrow off, so you’ll have me all day, all to yourself, baby, I promise. And we can do whatever you want, okay? I brought home that takeout that you like, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, I promise.”
Yoongi squirmed, turning to face Jungkook. As he did, he went out of his way to elbow Jungkook in the stomach as hard as he could. When he settled, he was glaring up at him, mouth all cute and pouty. “I don’t believe you.”
Jungkook nodded his understanding. That was fair, he figured—he’d promised that he’d be home early, which wasn’t something that he’d been able to uphold.
“Baby,” Jungkook said quietly, leaning in so their noses touched gently. “Baby, let me make it up to you, okay? Lemme prove it? I’ll make you whatever you want for breakfast, and then we can do anything you want, all day. Anything at all.”
“Kookie,” Yoongi mumbled, pressing in closer to him, nosing at his jaw gently. “Kookie, I had a surprise for you.”
Jungkook’s heart clenched at the soft, sad tone of Yoongi’s voice. He nosed at his hair gently, inhaling the sweet tangerine scent of Yoongi’s hair. “Yeah?” he asked quietly. “You can still surprise me, if you wanna.”
Yoongi huffed, then kneed at his thigh, pushing Jungkook down onto his back, then moved, to straddle him. Jungkook inhaled sharply, staring up at him with wide eyes, and Yoongi blinked down at him, sleepily. “Take your shirt off,” he said quietly, before climbing off of Jungkook. Jungkook did as he was told, watching as Yoongi leaned away from him, to grab his tie from the bedside table. He settled back over Jungkook’s thighs, pouting down at him, brows still furrowed angrily. After a few seconds, he grabbed Jungkook’s hands, then reached over him, to tie them to the headboard, and Jungkook took a deep breath. “I was gonna let you touch me,” Yoongi murmured, voice taking on a soft, sweet little tone that Jungkook had never heard before.
It made his cock twitch.
“But you broke your promise, and now I’m gonna play with you, and you’re not allowed to touch.” Yoongi smiled sweetly at him, rolling his hips gently, grinding down against Jungkook’s clothed cock. “You wanna see?”
“Please,” Jungkook said, mouth suddenly dry. He wasn’t entirely sure where this was coming from, totally taken aback by the complete change in attitude. “Please, baby.”
Yoongi hummed, leaning back, and reaching for the hem of his shirt. He tugged it over his head slowly, then tossed it aside, dragging his hands slowly down the pale expanse of his chest. Jungkook bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to thrust his hips upwards against Yoongi.
“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook said softly. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“Mm,” Yoongi hummed quietly, rolling his hips. “You haven’t even seen the surprise yet. Are you sure you can handle it?”
“I can,” Jungkook said, and Yoongi smirked. “I can do it, baby.”
Yoongi made a quiet sound in his throat, reaching down, to pinch Jungkook’s nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers. Jungkook gasped, arching, and Yoongi ground down against his cock again. “You were so mean, Kookie.”
“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” Jungkook said, voice turning breathless as Yoongi released his nipples, fingertips trailing down his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“I know,” Yoongi drawled quietly, before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, easing them down gently. Jungkook watched, enraptured, as the waistband of lacy, red panties came into view. He swallowed, tongue darting out to lick his lips, as Yoongi smirked down at him, running his fingers over his cock, covered by the red lace. “I was waiting for you on the bed, you know, when you should have been home.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed, biting on his lower lip. The image that sprung up in his mind was delectable, enough to make his mouth water. He knew exactly what Yoongi’s pretty little ass would look like in those panties, knew exactly how his skin looked when he spread himself across the sheets like that. “Fuck.”
“And I would have let you do that,” Yoongi murmured, tossing his pants aside, before settling fully on Jungkook’s hips, the soft swell of his ass resting right on his clothed erection. “I even prepped myself for you, Kook, so that all you’d have to do is sink right into me, and fill me up with your pretty, pretty cock.”
“Baby,” Jungkook whispered, voice wrecked. “Baby, baby, I can’t. I—”
“I don’t care,” Yoongi said, interrupting him. “I don’t care if you think you can’t. I had to wait for you, and now, you’re going to make it up to me.”
“I will, baby, I promise.”
“You’re going to be a good dildo for me.”
“Yes,” Jungkook said, watching Yoongi intently. “Baby, I will. I’ll be good for you.”
Yoongi undid Jungkook’s pants slowly, pulling his cock free. He reached back behind him, tugging the panties aside with one hand, wrapping his free hand around Jungkook’s cock. He pressed the head of his cock against his hole, and Jungkook bit into his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Fuck.”
“No, honey, you’re not going to be fucking anyone. I’m going to be using you.” Yoongi continued to sink down slowly on his cock, humming as he did. He tipped his head back, baring his throat, and Jungkook bit his lower lip, trying to steady his breathing. “I wrapped myself up in ribbon for you, you know? Because I’m a gift, and all that.”
“You are,” Jungkook said quietly. “Fuck, baby, I love you so much. I love you, I love you, and I’m so sorry.”
“You will be,” Yoongi murmured, rolling his hips as he settled in Jungkook’s lap, Jungkook’s cock buried fully inside of him. “Fuck, you will be.”
“Hyung—”
“Shh,” Yoongi breathed, leaning forward slightly, hands sliding up Jungkook’s chest. “Shh, Kookie. I want you to lay there and take it for me. Can you do that? Can you be good for me, honey?” Even before Yoongi finished speaking, Jungkook was nodding frantically, eyes wide as he stared up at Yoongi. “Mm, we’ll see.”
“I can do it, hyung,” Jungkook said quietly, voice breaking off into a moan as Yoongi clenched down around him. “I can be good.”
“I know, darling,” Yoongi murmured softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his mouth, before biting on his lower lip, tugging back gently. When he released him, he rolled his hips, grinding down on Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook gasped quietly, abdominals going tense, and Yoongi smirked down at him. “Mm, so big. You’re so big, Kookie.”
Yoongi’s movements were slow, languid, each roll of his hips pushing Jungkook’s cock up against his prostate. He moaned softly, clenching down around Jungkook again, and this time, Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from arching backwards, thrusting up into him. Yoongi choked out a desperate little sound, digging his fingernails into Jungkook’s stomach.
“Fuck,” Yoongi breathed, riding his cock slowly, gently, taking all the time in the world. It was obvious, so very obvious, to Jungkook that none of this was meant for him, that Yoongi was chasing his own pleasure, with very little care for whether or not Jungkook was getting off. “Mm, so pretty, you feel so good.”
“Hyung, hyung, please—”
“Honey,” Yoongi murmured. “Be patient for me. You can handle it, right? You can handle it for me.” Jungkook nodded quickly, as Yoongi began to pick up the pace, each movement smooth and practiced. Jungkook ached to grab him by the thighs, they looked so beautifully delicious, and his arms strained against the tie holding him in place. “I know, Kookie, I know it’s hard.”
“Can I—baby, hyung, can I—when you’re done, can I come? Can you—”
“Of course, darling,” Yoongi said quietly. “After I come, I’ll put my mouth on your pretty cock, and I’ll let you come down my throat, promise. Would that make you happy?”
Jungkook’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, eyes wide. “Yes, yes, hyung, yes. Sounds so good, so good, I want—want that, I’ll make you come, I’ll make you feel good, baby, I promise.”
“I know,” Yoongi cooed quietly, reaching up to run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently. “You’re always so good to me, Kookie, you always make me feel so good.”
Yoongi clenched down around him again, going totally tense for a brief moment. Jungkook groaned, the sound raw and ripped from his throat, tugging at his tie, as Yoongi continued to ride him hard, each thrust punching a soft little ‘ah’ sound out of his throat.
He was trembling, each movement more fragmented than the last, and before long, he tipped his head back, choking on another moan. “Ah, ah, Kookie—Kook, honey, I’m going to c—gonna—gonna come, I’m—”
He broke off into a high pitched whimper, clenching down around him as his orgasm pulled through him. His cock spilled inside of his panties, and his hips jerked slightly, a painful little sound in his throat as the movement pressed Jungkook’s cock into his sensitive prostate.
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathed quietly. “Hyung, so pretty.”
Yoongi smiled down at him, then leaned down to kiss him, their mouths dragging together. It was wet, messy, sloppy, licking and biting and enough to make Jungkook whine against him. His whole body pulled tense, and he whimpered into Yoongi’s mouth.
“Hyung, you—hyung—”
“Mm, I promised, didn’t I?” Yoongi murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth. He rose up on his knees, letting Jungkook’s cock slip out of him, before he moved, settling between Jungkook’s legs. He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking once, twice, before leaning in to take the head of Jungkook’s cock in his mouth.
“Ah,” Jungkook moaned, yanking on the tie again. “Hyung, hyung, please—”
Yoongi chuckled around the head of his cock, then dug his tongue into the slit, free hand moving to caress Jungkook’s balls gently. He stroked them softly, huffing out a quiet laugh as Jungkook’s hips twitched up slightly.
“I—hyung, close, I’m close—”
Yoongi hummed quietly around his cock, his tongue swirling around the head of it, before he licked over the slit again. His thumb caressed Jungkook’s balls, making a sweet little shiver run through Jungkook. Jungkook arched, and Yoongi allowed his cock to thrust further into his mouth, tongue laving at his cock easily. He pushed down further, far enough that he choked, gagging around Jungkook, and Jungkook whined, going tense.
“Coming, I’m coming, hyung, baby, feels good, you feel so good, I’m—”
When Jungkook came, it was with a long, high-pitched moan in his throat, arching backwards, thighs trembling under Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi didn’t pull back, as Jungkook spilled into his mouth, didn’t move until Jungkook whined softly, overstimulated, squirming away from him. He patted Jungkook’s thigh gently, as he pulled off of his cock, waiting until Jungkook met his gaze before swallowing, very deliberately.
“Hyung—hyung, hyung—”
“You’re so pretty,” Yoongi whispered, as he began to pet Jungkook’s thigh. “My pretty Kookie.”
“Are you—hyung, baby, are you still mad?
“No, Kook,” Yoongi said, leaning down to kiss Jungkook gently. He was still trembling, arms still tense, and after a moment, Yoongi reached for the tie, undoing it easily, releasing Jungkook. “I’m not mad, honey, I promise.” He kissed him again, then sucked gently on his tongue.
“Meant what I said,” Jungkook mumbled, already halfway to sleep. “’bout being home all day tomorrow, we can do anything you want, hyung.”
Yoongi chuckled quietly. “I believe you, honey. I believe you. He kissed the corner of his mouth, nuzzling at Jungkook’s face gently. “You wanna be a little spoon tonight, Kookie?”
“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed, rolling onto his side. Yoongi laughed quietly, then fit himself around Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him back against his chest. “Love you, hyung.”
“I know, Kook. I love you, too, more than anything.” Yoongi kissed the back of his neck gently, already mentally cursing himself for not cleaning them up. They’d regret the mess in the morning, but for the time being…
For the time being, he was content to just hold Jungkook in his arms.
“Sleep well, darling,” Yoongi murmured, pressing another kiss to the back of his neck. “Dream pretty dreams.”