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Yoonji growls in frustration after cutting the project midway through listening.
Countless hours. Countless sections. None of them were good enough. She’s been at this for almost three weeks straight, suffering in her own bubble.
The deadline is slowly approaching for a mini album to be released in the upcoming months, partnering with a new artist who’s eager to get the process going. They have the lyrics; Yoonji just needs to produce something.
Her hands tighten into fists against the desk, dragging her tongue over her lips to moisten. She forgot her chapstick at home, a necessity in her daily routine. Her lips get dry very easily. One rub between them and it’s game over.
She couldn’t even get to enjoy her iced americano. By the time she got it, not a second in her studio, the damn cup slipped out of her grasp and spilled all over her brand new carpet, gifted on her birthday. A beautiful piece of decor she had to toss.
And now, this.
So yeah, she is not having the best day. With irritation as her guest today, it’s only a matter of time before she crashes out and quits. But she knows she can’t do that—not with all the legal signatures, her stubbornness, and her desperate need for money and success.
It’s just annoying . There was progress, lots of it, but then today, like previous days, is nothing but retakes.
What’s missing? What needs to be changed? What fucking day is it?
Yoonji takes a deep breath and stands up. Maybe a stretch would soothe her. She makes her way to the center of the studio and stretches her arms up as high as they can go. Rolling her wrists clockwise and counterclockwise.
Then she spreads her legs enough to get into position as she bends over, stretching her arms to the ground until her palms touch the tile. Doing her best to keep her legs straight (succeeding somewhat), casually arches her back to stretch her hips. Yoonji twists her body to the right leg, grasping onto her ankle for a slight tug, holding, and lets go to do the same to the left leg.
She can feel the tension slip as her bones crack from each set of movements going with it. By the time she rolls her body back to standing position, Yoonji rolls her shoulders back, front, tilts her head side-to-side to stretch her neck, and shakes her body to end her little warm-up.
She can do this. Yoonji just needs to move on from the domino effect. She needs to lock in. It’ll get done.
She sits back down and slips her headphones on, and restarts the track.
The melody is soft at first. Magical and serene. Then it slowly builds up, and the beat taps in. Pounding as the track continues.
It’s fine. Yoonji nods her head to the beat, clicking on some keys to mark. It’s good, until it isn’t anymore. It sounds wrong .
Yoonji stops the track and taps on the backspace, beginning to dive into focus, working her magic. Five minutes turn to thirty, then thirty turns to an hour. An hour drags on to a couple of more. She’s still nowhere near done, and by the time she finalized 25% of it, she realized how late it was.
It’s not too late. She can still make it back home on time, knowing a certain someone is waiting for her at home.
But she feels like she can’t leave now, Yoonji still has so much work to do. She’s finally pushing through the block in her path. Maybe if she could get up at least 30% tonight, she’ll be satisfied.
But she’ll be in deep shit if she got home late. Her sweet, gentle flower will wilt, her petals will turn into thorns ready to strike when her presence is announced.
But… she needs to get this done.
Another growl passes through her lips; it’s softer now, discouraged by her indecisiveness.
Maybe sending a text would suffice. It’s early enough to keep away from the danger zone. She’d understand.
Just as she decides, Yoonji’s phone buzzes. Reaching for the device as her eyes glued to the screen, it takes a moment before pivoting to her phone, finding the caller ID of her favorite person in display.
Her everything. Her reason she breathes and keeps going. Her true love.
She checks the time. Any passing second not working feels like a bomb strapped to her ankle. Ticking away. In any passing moment, everything will be taken away in the blink of an eye.
Still, her heart flutters seeing her as a notification. Despite feeling so stressed, her girlfriend is always going to be her priority.
Yoonji immediately answers, a smile on display as she presses the phone against her ear. “Hey, you,”
“Unnie,” Her sweet, Jeon Jungha, weakly calls, tone pouty and needy. Yoonji’s heart flutters; she can’t help but silently coo at it.
“Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” her unnie asks, switching hand placements from the keyboard and the mouse as she taps and clicks away.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the studio, love. I told you I’d be here for a while,” she reminds, tone direct and exhausted.
Not at her, though. Never. She’s not upset at her sweet Jungha, she could never.
She knows Jungha suffers from being a scatterbrain, considering she’s a grad student at Seoul University, studying and working a pressuring job for support. It’s one of the reasons why Yoonji works hard; one of her biggest goals is to earn enough to support both of them.
She sees the future with her, living freely and enjoying the best moments of life. She wants that more than anything, but not when she’s here, wasting time.
“I know, but I figured to call because I know you haven’t checked the time.” Her pouty manner sticks, while presenting serious and also exhausted. “I’ve been home since six and I expected to see my honey here so we can enjoy our date night, but she isn’t.”
Yoonji winces. Fuck, she forgot. She promised she’d be home promptly and make dinner, and she fucking forgot.
“I’m sorry, love. I have been checking the time…now,” she mumbles the last part. “But I’m not comfortable leaving yet.”
“Did something happen?”
“No, I just…” She glances at the clock, then back at the screen. “I have a lot to do. I’m nowhere near done.”
The line goes silent for a moment.
Jungha huffs.
“You promised.”
“I know,” she says gently.
“And yet, you’re still there.”
“I know,”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to overwork yourself?”
“I know,” she repeats. Annoyance is trying to creep its way in, but Yoonji swallows it down. She can’t be annoyed at her, she has every right to be annoyed at Yoonji.
Fuck Yoonji feels horrible. But…she can’t bring herself to stand.
“I promise, it’ll be another hour and I–”
“Another hour ?!” Her natural deep voice turns high-pitched from the audacity. “No, no, no, I’m not waiting another hour.”
“Baby–”
“It’s almost midnight!” Jungha complains. “I’ve been home since six! You promised we’d spend time together!”
“I know , but I’m not where I need to be yet. Just another hour. Promise, I’ll be home, and I’ll make it up to you.” The silence on the other side of the call is chilling. “Come on, baby,” she drags the last word purposely, raspy and seductive. It awakens the heat in her lower half. “I’ll make sure to take away all of your worries tonight, the best way I know how.”
“How,” she says, in slight disbelief. How could she when she’s not home with Jungha?
“I’ll make you the most delicious meal,” Yoonji continues, voice dripping in sexiness, the tip of her middle finger curves over the scrolling piece of the mouse as she moves the track over to the next row. “I’ll make sure to bring your favorite treat from that bakery you like so much.”
“Chocolate Crossaint?” Jungha mumbles.
“Mmhm,” her hum is soft and sweet like honey. Her smile brightens more, matching the sweet, innocent tone with innocent, wide eyes, knowing that’s exactly how she looks right now. “We’ll snuggle with a good movie on, and I’ll make sure to make you feel extra good.”
You could hear sheets shuffling on Jungha’s side of the phone. “H-How?”
“Hm, I can think of plenty of ways. I could…” Yoongi pauses working, letting her mind fall into her desires, unlocking the cellar where her lust resides. She clicks out of the tab and relaxes the hold on her mouse. “Run you a nice hot bath. I know you’ve been stressed lately, baby. Gotta get you to unwind.”
“Hm…” It’s soft. Attentive.
“I’d use your favorite soap bomb,” her voice dips lower, smooth like watching the ocean in the calm evening. Her fingers drag over the scroll wheel slowly. “Give you a nice massage. Get those nasty knots out of you.” She says this as the tip of her finger curls into the scroll wheel a little bit. “Then, I’d take you to bed, feed you until you’re nice and full.” Yoonji hums softly, eyes opened halfway as she continues running her imagination. “I’d kiss you. Nice and slow, just how you like it. Leave marks all over your pretty neck to make sure everyone who passes by knows you're mine.”
Her baby moans softly directly on the phone, uncaring how desperate she sounds. “Unnie…”
“I’d eat you up slowly.”
“Y-you wouldn’t eat with me…?” Jungha asks, her voice angelic and so innocent . It’s too cute, Yoonji’s dying to rip herself out of her seat and drive home.
“Baby,” her call is alluring and throaty. “Why would I need to eat food when my meal is on the phone with me?”
Jungha whines, sheets ruffling in the call. “U-unnie…C-come home, please—fuck, I need you.”
“Oh? Something happened?”
“I…” she trails off, embarrassed suddenly. “M’ just really horny.“
“Hm…that is a problem…what to do…” Yoonji sighs.
“Come home..!”
Yoonji shifts in her seat, crossing one leg over the other, squeezing them together as she feels the heat trickle to her center. She can already feel a light coat of slick between her lips, the urge to drop everything and head to go and fulfill her promise is strong.
Spending time with Jungha is a dream. Yoonji always feels like she’s on Cloud 9 when she’s with her. It’s a gift, but making love to her… oh, it’s a privilege. Feeling her body rock against hers, hands trailing down to her voluptuous curves; hips and ass. Enjoying the way she sounds when her breasts are devoured, her nipples teased until they’re red and irritated. Feeling her shake, her cunt tighten around her tongue or her cock.
Yoonji can’t help but moan at the memories through the years of being with her.
“I would love to bun, but I can’t right now. Unnie is very busy.” Jungha whines. “Why don’t you touch yourself? Let unnie guide you. Give you just what you need.”
“...Y-you won’t leave..?”
“Never. I’ll be here until the end.”
“...Ok…h-how do you want me?”
Yoonji smiles a little. “What’s wrong, bun? Nervous?”
“A little…phone sex is a little weird to me when I can’t see you.”
“Hm..Would you like to video call instead? Or, we don’t have to do it at all. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
A moment of silence. “S’okay for right now…I’m not uncomfortable.”
“You’ll make sure to tell Unnie if you do?” Jungha hums bashfully. “...Okay. I want you to lie down for me. On your back.”
Sheets rustling continues until it fades to a stop. “Okay.”
“Tell unnie what you’re wearing. And remember to describe it, baby.”
Yoonji leans back on her chair, slipping her eyes close to let her imagination run its course. While it will be a shame not to see her in person, she can envision it.
“Y-you’re favorite hoodie.” She says. “A-and just my panties.”
Yoonji chuckles softly. “Oh, you were waiting .”
“I can’t help it,” she whines. “I’ve been horny all day. Been thinking about you.”
Cute .
“Have you? I want to know what you’ve been thinking about.”
“What else would it be? You fucking me with your tongue, your fingers, a-and…”
“And?”
“…U-unnie’s cock.” It barely comes out as a whisper.
The holy trinity.
“You’re favorite things, baby.”
“Because it’s you…” Jungha breathes. “You make me crazy. You’re beautiful and perfect. Haven’t seen you properly in weeks. All I do is work, study, and sleep when I get home.”
“Poor thing. Unnie will help you all night long.”
Jungha moans softly. “Just hearing your voice… fuck-”
“Where are you touching, baby?”
“Tits. My nipples- ah…”
“How about pinching the other? Leave me on speaker.”
“Y-you’re on speaker. Did it- hah - before I lay back.”
Yoonji drinks in her soft moans and whimpers. The pooling heat in Yoonjin’s belly went down to her pussy. Her hole clenches around nothing, in need to be full of her.
She can see it now, her baby splayed on the mattress, legs parted, hips seductively bucking upward, while her beautiful breasts are shaped like the sweetest melon on a hot summer day, still from teasing her nipples. Flushed down to her chest, lips parted slightly as her beautiful moans were released into their world, only for Yoonji to hear.
“Unnie,” she calls, nervously. “Unnie?”
“I’m here.” She eases. “Just enjoying what I’m hearing, baby. Close your eyes for me.”
“Okay..closed.”
Imagine I’m there with you. Imagine…” She squirms in her seat, resting her raised leg onto the ground. “Me touching you. Keep one hand on your nipple. The other, let it smooth down to your stomach. Imagine how I would touch you.”
The line is quiet. Nothing but the sounds of Jungha’s soft breathing fills it. She’s focused, getting into the play, letting her imagination take control.
She lets out a soft sigh, humming contentedly.
“This is…way more comforting than I thought.”
Yoonji laughs a tiny bit. “I’m glad.”
“Miss you…”Jungha whispers. “Want you to touch me for real…”
“Soon, yeobo. Where’s your hand right now?”
“On my belly.”
“Spread your legs for unnie. Touch yourself, nice and slow.”
A beat of silence until another soft moan filters through the device.
“Good?”
“Mmhm,”
Yoonji closes her eyes again, hand gripping her mouse a little bit tightly. She can’t help it; anything is useful to keep her grounded. She’s on the brink of losing herself entirely from how sexy her girlfriend sounds. Jungha’s moans become more shaken and breathless the more she teases herself. Her sweet and sexy little vixen…
God , Yoonji can’t wait to have her all to herself.
“Are you rubbing your clit, baby?” Yoonji asks, voice remaining neutral.
“Y-yeah…s-slowly. Just how you’d do it.”
“Tell me how many fingers you’re using.”
“O-one..”
Yoonji tsks. “You know I wouldn’t use one, baby. Align your index and middle fingers between it.”
“M-my clit?”
“Yes. Pinch it, just a little.“
Jungha mewls, taking in a shaky breath before falling into a series of sweet moans. Yoonji could cum right then and there.
“Oh my God,” Jungha breathes. “Oh, yes–”
It’s like she’s unlocked a new form of pleasure, though Yoonji has been doing this for as long as she’s known her. Yoonji can’t help but slip her hand into her pants and cup over herself, feeling how soaked she is. She gasps when her fingers dip further, pressing into the fabric of her boxers, familiarizing herself with her own slick.
“U-unnie! F-feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah. Moving j-just like you d-do, feels amazing.”
“God,” Her voice rasps, affected. “You sound so sexy. Switch your middle with your forefinger. Then press your middle over your clit. Make sure to get nice and wet.“
Jungha pants, her moans turning higher-pitched. It sends a zing of pleasure and want to Yoonji’s pussy.
She moans, rubbing her finger between her lips, dipping her them into the source. Yoonji shudders, breathing out a soft moan.
She knows exactly what she’s feeling. A white-burning sensation, down to the soles of her feet, a sweet feeling coursing through her body. The hesitation of rubbing that little nub even more, because that will unlock a new form of pleasure that Jungha will not be able to carry out by herself.
But Yoonji, oh …Yoonji can. There’s nothing else she loves more than pushing her to her limits, watching her squirm, hearing her pleas for more or freedom. Watching her baby fall apart under her, shaking like a leaf until she taps out of the ring.
The craving makes Yoonji shudder out a moan, rubbing her fingers more against her cunt, against her clit.
“U-Unnie….do you feel good?”
“So good, baby…You sound…so fucking hot. I want you so bad.”
“G-got my fingers inside…”
Yoonji chuckles softly. ”Wanted to fuck yourself already, baby girl?” Her voice shakes, harsh shivers travels down her spine the more she rubs her fingers over her clit. She knows Jungha’s close when she stuffs herself with toys or fingers. She would love it if they came together, wanting to hear her moan her name like a melody, the more the band tightens.
Fuck, Yoonji’s fingers rub faster, pressing against the nub a bit more.
“Yeah…Wish it was you that filled me up though.”
“Soon, baby. Promise. Going to make sure you take all of me. Going to have you nice and slow. Make sure you feel every fucking inch of me.”
“Oh, fuck ,” Jungha moans, her pants growing more frantic.
She can see it. Toes curling into the duvet, her back arching off the bed. Her cheeks a colorful red, dusted down to her neck, her chest.
Her fucking breasts.
“Fuck your pussy all night long,” Yoonji tilts her head back, lips parting as her own puffs of breath leave her lungs. “Fuck my pussy all night long, until you’re sopping wet.”
Jungha chokes on a moan.
“Because it’s all mine , right? All mine to eat, all mine to— f-fuck…!”
Yoonji gasps. The build-up rising.
“G-gonna fuck you how you deserve. Into the mattress until you beg me to fill you up. Don’t you want that baby? To be filled up by unnie?”
She knows it’s impossible. But talking so dirty to Jungha gets her so fucking riled up, she can’t help it.
“Yoonji,” Jungha groans loudly, dragging on to a full-on sob. “Gonna fucking– oh, God, I’m cumming~” ”
Yoonji slips her fingers out to listen to her girlfriend tip over the edge, cumming hard on her fingers. It sends a harsh zing of pleasure all over the elder’s body, her fluttering open as he drinks the ecstasy. She doesn’t let her own whine go unnoticed, legs clenching together, in desperate need of release herself.
But not here. She has work to do.
Jungha’s moans are angelic and raw. An erotic melody until it dies off, leaving the phone invading the line with her breaths as she gathers herself.
“Such a good girl…” Yoonji licks her lips, taking a couple of breaths to settle down. “Made yourself feel so good for me.”
“U-unnie…” Jungha weakly calls her after a moment. “N-not enough. I need you.”
Yoonji turns around, glancing at the time. “You’ll have me in an hour.” Her baby’s groan does not falter. “Just an hour, I promise you’ll have me all night. Okay? Can you wait for me until then?”
She sighs heavily, lips smacking against the phone. “One more hour,” she agrees, voice pliant now.
“Good girl.” The praise slips out so easily, and a sweet whine rings in her ear soon after. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Yoonji disconnects the call.
“Fuck,” she whispers, combing the strands out of her face before sitting up.
She really doesn’t want to work right now. She wants to be home, melting in the sheets with her love.
But she needs to get this done. She needs…she needs to focus. She can do it. One more hour.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, Yoonji reconnects her earbuds and plays the track.
Oh. It’s better. Much better. It disconnects soon after, showing the huge gap between the sections.
She has one hour to fill the gap, and then she’ll go home to her baby girl.
😅
It’s 2:37 am.
Yoonji slips her cap on and ensures the door locks before exiting the building.
It’s 2:37 in the fucking morning.
She slips into her car and slams the door hard enough to make the dangling charms jiggle. Soft curses cover the silence as she fishes for her car keys, tossing her purse onto the passenger side once obtained. She slips the key into the ignition, the car rumbles awake, and exits the parking lot.
Why is time so fucking sneaky? How could she lose track of it, letting it manipulate her like a ventriloquist? Why didn’t she put on a goddamn alarm?
How could she let her sweet baby girl call seven times and have her wait in long, anticipating rings and leave a dismissive voicemail?
“Damn it,” she hisses as she makes an abrupt left turn, glancing around as she continues down the road. Luckily, there aren’t any people around or cars in the street, so she can be a little reckless as a way to release some tension.
But the downside is that no shop is open. Which means Yoonji can’t buy Jungha’s treat.
It’s okay. She can still save the night. Jungha usually stays up during the weekend, so she can make her favorite food, put on a good movie, and fuck her into the mattress until she forgets why she was even mad in the first place.
She’s home in fifteen minutes. Parking into her regular space, Yoonji snatches her bag, closes the door, and locks her car before making her way into the building. By the time she reaches her apartment, punching in her seven-digit code, she’s in by 3.
It’s quiet. Too quiet.
“Jungha?” Yoonji calls, setting her keys and her purse by the table. She toes off her shoes and makes her way through the apartment. “Baby?”
The kitchen light is on, but Jungha is nowhere in sight. Two wine glasses were displayed on the counter, one clean, the other clearly used. The wine bottle is halfway empty.
Shit.
The living room seems untouched, controller resting on the coffee table.
The closer she is to their bedroom, she hears faint laughter and background music; the TV is on.
Yoonji’s nerves rumble in her stomach. When she opens the door, she finds Jungha, under the covers, in deep slumber, and the light from the TV shines on her and the rest of the room.
But what makes the elder’s shoulders drop is finding their purple dildo beside the mattress on the floor. Possibly rolled off when Jungha tossed and turned.
She was waiting for her. Drinking, probably on an empty stomach, and left to take care of herself.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
😒
Yoonji wakes up in a cold, empty bed.
The sun is shining, but no birds tweet their angelic hymn. As if they were punishing her with silence. Not that she didn’t deserve it.
She finds her phone somewhere in the nest of blankets, frowning when she finds no text from Jungha. When she’s home, she’s usually the first to wake up and greet her. When out, she’s the first one to text her, appreciate her, and love her endlessly, helping her get started with her day. When they share the day off together, she wakes her with soft kisses, until Yoonji opens her eyes for the first time.
But there’s none of that this sunny morning. So yeah, she’s pissed.
And Yoonji doesn’t blame her.
After about fifteen minutes of scrolling and checking her emails, she climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to wash up. While she was graced to sleep in, she needed to head back to the studio.
If Jungha were here, she’d take the day off. But after confirming that Yoonji was indeed in an empty house, she could waste time finishing the song instead of wasting time doing nothing.
She dresses in comfy clothes, gathers her purse and keys, and heads out.
When she arrived at the studio, she easily got to work, spending hours filling the rest of the track with countless beats. Fixing, rearranging, cutting, and restarting the process.
It’s a calm day.
Until it wasn’t, because the block returned.
Now, Yoonji’s back in the same position she was in yesterday: frustrated, a chunk of her hair in her hands, glaring back at the computer screen.
Is it the space? Is it the dust? Is it her? Is she the problem?
She slams her hand on top of her phone and picks it up to check.
No notifications. No messages from Jungha.
She unlocks her phone and sends a quick text.
[Yoonji]:
Hey bb
Are you at work?
She puts it down and continues working.
It’s not long until Yoonji picks it up again to check. Nothing.
Must be busy today at work.
Yoonji sends another text.
[Yoonji]:
Hope you’re taking breaks
And staying hydrated
💋
🥰
I love you
Again, she puts the phone down and continues working, the day dragging on slowly.
Minutes turn to hours; Yoonji barely makes progress. Frustration turns to anger in record time. When she snatches her phone to check for any responses, she sees nothing , and it pisses her off. She’s nearly done with the track, she just needs to bring everything together, make necessary edits, and do a final run through. It shouldn’t be fucking hard, but it is and—why hasn’t Jungha responded to her yet? What’s going on?
Yoonji huffs and slams her phone down, nearly cracking the screen.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Okay.
She got this. She just…needs water. Yes, she needs to stay hydrated. She needs to eat something. She’s hangry.
She takes a thirty-minute break, heading to the cafeteria upstairs to grab something simple and quick. Yoonji grabs a sandwich and some fruit to go along with her water. Something decent for now.
It doesn’t cross her mind to check her phone, needing a small cleanse from any thoughts relating to it. She focuses on stuffing her face before heading back to the studio. Yoonji does feel better after an hour, patience at an all-time high, and focused.
The day rolls by. The clock hits six, she’s still working through this last portion, trying to figure out the best transition. The sooner she figures that out, she can put it all together, edit, and send it to her team for approval.
She’s almost there. Her mind races to the vision of pressing send on that fucking email; she’s so close.
And then, another block.
Yoonji’s fed up at this point, slamming her fists on the table, cursing under her breath as she fingers the backspace key, not in a good way.
What could she possibly be missing?
What’s even more frustrating is that Jungha hasn’t responded to her texts. Normally, Yoonji would leave her be; being a grad student while working a highly demanding job can take a toll on a person. As much as she hates not talking to her throughout the day, she’d rather have her focus on her studies. The sooner she gets through the day, the more time Jungha will have to herself.
She just…misses her.
Yoonji leans against her chair, letting her eyes slip closed.
She hopes Jungha responds soon.
😏
She did it.
After seven full hours. The track’s complete.
All Yoonji has to do now is edit and send it.
Her phone buzzed at 7. Her first text from Jungha was at 6:30.
[Baby Bun]:
Where are you
[Yoonji]:
Hi bb
Sorry
I’m in the studio
Been here since this morning
[Jungha]:
Kk
[Yoonji]:
How are you?
Are you ok?
Did you eat?
[Jungha]:
On my way to you
[Yoonji]:
Oh!
Wonderful
See you soon love
😘
Yoonji’s excited and relieved that she got a response. She’s a little skeptical, but she can ignore it, especially when her baby is on her way.
When she arrives, Yoonji doesn’t hear the sound of the keypad beeping from every punch, nor does she hear the sound of the door opening and clicking shut. She doesn’t hear Jungha’s heels clacking on the wooden floor as she makes her way over to her girlfriend.
But she does feel her presence, her arms wrap around her shoulders as she pulls her back against the cushion. The strong smell of elegance and peaches melts on her tongue. It’s enough to make Yoonji’s eyes flutter close, and slam the spacebar to halt all production.
“Mmn,” she hums, almost like a purr, rumbling in her throat. She tilts her head up, pressing her nose against her cheek before trailing down to her neck to drown in the source, far enough that her headphones slip out of her ears, buds hitting the edge of the desk.
A clack that is usually concerning, but she doesn’t care; her baby is here.
Her scent is sweet and so alluring, it stirs their body, releasing her from the shackles that bind her to his desk, this fucking computer.
“Baby,” she greets throatily.
“Hi lovely,” Jungha says, oh, so sweetly. Her hair sways onto her shoulder, tickling her skin. “You alright? Have you eaten?”
“Had a light lunch,” she said, leaving pepper kisses on her neck until she reached her lips. Jungha entertains her for now, giving her a light peck on her lips . “How are you? Did you have a good day?”
Jungha hums. “Busy, but it wasn't bad. I was with Minnie today.”
“Oh, you had a day-oh….”
Oh indeed. She looks stunning, her baby powdered up; mascara and blush popping like no other. Extra cute, all for Yoonji to admire.
God, how did she get so lucky?
“What did you guys do today?” Yoonji asks, eyes wide, shining up at her girlfriend as if she were a goddess bestowing a great gift.
Which she is: her presence and inclusion in her life are the greatest gift.
“We did some shopping,” She unhooks her arms and places her hands on Yoonji’s shoulders, slowly trailing down to her chest. Her fingers gently pressed on the flesh. It’s almost as if she’s teasing. “Bought some new outfits.”
“You didn’t take any pictures?” She asks, pouting. She would love to see her baby in cute clothing. Or any piece of clothing. Jungha looks beautiful, if anything. Shit, she could dress herself in a garbage bag and she’d look hot.
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You’re never a bother, baby.”
“I know, but I knew you’d be working. I know how… important this is for you.”
“Nothing is more important than you.” She says sincerely.
Jungha’s gaze is immediately on her. Expecting a bashful, shy response, because that’s how it usually is. Her baby is just too darn cute.
Instead, she gets a blank expression. A yard stare. As if she’s looking at a brand new doll that’s fresh out the box.
“Is that so?”
Oh.
Well. What a light and…chilling response.
“Of course.” She assures, reaching for her hands to hold, eye contact locked with her baby. “Always.”
“…Hm.” She leaves it at that.
It’s a simple word, and yet, Yoonji feels like there are millions of them behind it.
Jungha says nothing else, just pats her chest before making her way to the couch. As Yoonjin twirls her chair towards her, her eyes dart to the long, body coat that covers her down to her knees, then to her elegant, black heels, thin enough to crack from one step. The power Jungha holds is truly an outer body experience; light on her feet, as if she walks on clouds.
Yoonji doesn’t miss the way her hips sway from each step; capturing her devilish form, defined and slender, enough to trap anyone in her little web; the little predator that she is.
A spider dressed as an innocent little bunny when she needs to feed.
Fuck, Yoonji nearly drools.
“Go on, unnie,” Jungha motions as she takes her seat, crossing one leg over the other. “Finish what you were doing. I’ll be here, and when you’re done, we’ll go home and have dinner. I’m starting to get hungry.”
She nods and does as she’s told, gathering her headphones. “We can go out tonight.”
“Don’t want to. I want unnie to make me dinner.” her suggestion comes out a little sassy, ending it with a dollop of sweetness.
Yoonji huffs. “But unnie wants to treat you.”
“Really…”
Yoonji pauses and looks back at her.
Again, Jungha looks at her with a blank expression. Eyes wide and too focused. Sharp. Patiently waiting.
Again, this feeling.
“You want to treat me now?”
Her tone is pointing. Her grin remains, her dangling foot rocking up and down over her knee.
“How kind of you, unnie.”
Yoonji hasn’t felt this nervous since the early days of their relationship, itching to hold Jungha, to kiss her, to treat her like the queen she is. Not that she doesn’t do these things, but she’s way more confident than she was years ago.
And…it feels like Yoonji’s missing something. Something important.
It’s not her birthday. Not their anniversary. Her exams aren’t near. She didn’t get a promotion…
“Baby…” she starts, dragging her tongue across her lips. “Is something wrong?”
Jungha tilts her head. “Why would something be wrong?”
Yoonji blinks. “I don’t know, I feel like you’re feeling something. I’m not sure if you’re upset or trying to tell me something.”
Jungha hums. “Do you think something is wrong? Do you think something happened?”
She does think. Nothing comes up. She shakes her head.
Jungha stares. “You sure?”
Wow, it’s…it’s a little hard to breathe–Is the AC not on? There’s no reason for her to feel gentle beads of sweat. She combs her fingers through her hair, styling it to the side. “I think so?”
Fuck, her voice cracks, and her throat is dry. Why is it so dry? She downed a bottle of water a little bit ago.
Jungha just smiles. “Then we’re good.”
“Are you sure??”
“If you say there’s nothing wrong, then nothing’s wrong.” She cocks her chin towards the screen. “Now get back to work.”
She’s hesitant, but Yoonji turns back to her desk and continues working.
She can’t seem to focus, now with the elephant lingering in the studio. Her brain splits in two, trying to focus on editing and figuring out what the fuck happened. Yoonji isn’t sure if Jungha is still pisssd about last night. Again, wouldn’t blame her if she were, Yoonji would too. But she seems….decent.
She glances at her; Jungha gives her a small smile. No pout in sight.
If that’s the case…everything is fine, right? Yoonji shouldn’t worry about it so much. Her baby seems content sitting there, all nice and pretty. With a streak of new motivation, Yoonji continues working, gently shoving down the worry until it’s barely noticeable.
It’s insane how far an hour takes her. She’s nearly done with her edits. She’s close to sending this to production. She won’t have to worry about this for a bit. She can go home with her baby.
The beat cuts after reaching the next section. She huffs. She wished she were done with this already.
But she can do it. She just needs to push through, even if bittersweet.
Jungha notices Yoonji’s mood souring by the minute. Her sweet, angelic voice is light. “Everything okay, baby?”
“Yeah.” She responds flatly. “Peachy.”
Jungha giggles.
More silence. The same beat filling her brain by the hour. Yoonji’s hand slowly clenches over the mouse, but continues to click away.
She then hears a sound; a different one. One that’s completely output. The faint sound of leather crunches in the space, followed by a soft moan.
It’s like a form of hypnosis. Yoonji’s head snapped to where the sound came from.
And Yoonji’s jaw fucking drops.
The most perfect back arch on display. The coat discarded on the floor, revealing her sweet little spider dressed in a fitted, white button-down, tucked nicely in her plaid skirt, the hem brushing the middle of her thigh. Her breasts round under the layer, stretching around them; a tease of a reveal, as her arms try to reach the other side of the couch. Her legs barely spread, hovering over the arm nicely, feet pointing elegantly to the ground.
Yoonji presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek, eyes roaming down her body, drinking in the sexiness of it all. Her hands now on the arm of her chair, she gripped onto the cushion before rising to her feet to stalk her prey.
Jungha’s gaze falls on her in a millisecond, and the most chilling glare freezes Yoonji in place.
“Who said you could get up?” Her tone is scolding. “Who told you to stop working? ”
Yoonji blinks, completely taken aback.. “Uh…”
“Sit back down and finish.” She says with no room for further discussion.
Wha–How can she continue working when Jungha looks so… Stunning? Breath-taking? Ethereal?
The demon trapped in the shackled cage is jiggling the locks; it is very easy for it to free itself and possess Yoonji. But with Jungha looking at her like that, the shackles feel firm and unbreakable, as if made of obsidian. She releases a huff of breath, unaware that she was keeping it in, and slowly sinks back into her chair.
Jungha motions her hands down, resting them on her chest. Yoonji’s eyes follow suit. Each fingertip takes its sweet time feeling her over the layer, familiarizing each piece of flesh, sending small electric shivers over her breasts, until reaching her stomach. The way the flat surface slowly expands and deflates with each breath it’s captivating. Yoonji’s eyes darken, half-lidded from the sight.
The chains rattle like a snake, yet the stone walls are tall and mighty.
One hand travels back up to her chest, a firm grip on her tit before releasing them. A calm jiggle before stilling. The other remains on her stomach, letting the first hand enjoy the moment. And yet, Jungha’s expression is serious, and it’s giving Yoonji fucking whiplash, because what is she supposed to say? How can she respond when she looks so good ?
“Don’t pay attention to me. Go on.”
“But,” she pauses, her fingernails gripping the leather. “Baby–”
“Ah—” Jungha tuts. “You came into the studio for a reason, right? After all, this is way more important to you than anything else–”
“That’s not true,” Yoonji defends. “Not true at all.”
“Oh?” Jungha’s eyebrow jerks upward. “Are you sure about that?”
“This is not more important than anything else. Never more important than you, darling.”
Jungha turns away and just scoffs into a chuckle. Her smirk is soft.
“Interesting to hear you say that, since you didn’t come home at the time you promised last night,” she says simply.
Yoonji sighs, resolve breaking as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
There’s the elephant.
“Since you promised me to make me a delicious meal, enjoy a movie together…” Jungha’s voice comes out bored, but behind those words was a trail of poison, ready to take its first victim. The hand on her stomach gently strokes the surface, while the other hand gently pats her chest. Comforting her, calming herself to avoid an explosion. “And fucked me the way I needed to be.”
“Babe–”
“I was waiting for hours , you know,” she interrupts, tone still calm and venomous. “I can’t remember how many times I came and still was so pent up for you. I ached for you , and you didn’t come home. I waited, and waited until I couldn’t stay awake. I hoped you’d walk through that door as my eye slowly blinked closed, but you didn’t. I was really looking forward to spending time with you. I missed you, even if we live together.”
Yoonji frowns. Guilt just joined the conversation, and it's eating her alive. She felt bad finding her in the scene described; snuggled under the covers, lips pouty, hair disheveled, and the dildo discarded near the bed. She can imagine Jungha begging for her while the toy thrusts in and out of her, hoping for Yoonji to come home soon so he could finish the job.
So she could cuddle with her after, sharing the sweetest kisses between them, feeling their love deepen.
They could have had that. But Yoonji fucked it up.
“Jungha….” Yoonji calls her softly. “I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want your apology,” she snaps weakly back at Yoonji. “You’re going to sit here, turn around, and go back to work until you’re done, and we’re going to go home, order takeout, and go to sleep .”
“But–”
“Nope.”
“Jungha–”
“The only thing I want to hear is the sound of your keyboard. Meanwhile, I’m going to be doing my own thing. Now turn around, Unnie. The sooner you get this done, the sooner we can go home and sleep. And only sleep.”
Yoonji sighs and swivels her chair back to her desk.
“I don’t want you turning around for any reason, unless you’re going to pee or sneezing,” she specified.
“So, what, you’re just going to sit there in silence? We both know how bored you’re going to be.”
She hears Jungha chuckle. “Trust me, baby, boredom will not have me tonight.”
Yoonji jerks her head in a tilt, a neck twitch. Her fingers flex over the keyboard before shoving her earbuds back into her ears. She can’t possibly work in the headspace she’s in, knowing her baby is boiling inside from her actions, especially looking so fierce on her couch?
Every time she tries to turn just a bit, Jungha reprimands her. Every single time, and it hurts. It hurts not to be given permission to see the love of her life, forced to be glued to the desk, forced to work.
Yoonji supposes she could thank her for forcing her to work until completion. It’s the best thing for her right now, and it’s enough to get her back into the groove. It’s still a little difficult now that Jungha’s presence is strong, but she can make due.
Until a long moment of grinding, lots of rewinds, cuts, and modifications. Lots of repeats.
Once the beat cuts, Yoonji’s back straightens as she hears one of the filthiest moans behind her.
At first, she thought Jungha was stretching big, but she hears another, mixed with something pressing and wet.
Squelching. The sweet scent of musk and peaches…
Oh.
The hairs on Yoonji’s arms stand, lips parting, tongue gliding through for moisture to her chapped lips. A soft gasp escapes through them, and immediately yanks on the cord to pull both earbuds out as she turns around.
Her jaw drops.
Just imagine your baby. You’re sweet, sweet babe, with legs spread wide, showing every part of her. The perfect angle of one foot settled on the edge of the couch, while the other rested on top of the back cushion, body pressed comfortably on the fine leather. You’re getting a view of her glistening pussy, coated with her sweet essence, spreading around the folds and inner thighs, dripping from the tight source. Her delicate fingers rubbing between the folds, eating them, against the hood of her clit and over the tiny button, sending delicious aftershocks all over her body. It’s enough to slowly arch her back off the fine leather, but not enough to keep her bowed.
The sweet tunes that escape her lips are light and needy. Buttons of her shirt parted enough to release her breasts from their silky prison, but not enough to make room.
Her perky nipples nearly pressed together, one squished between Jungha’s fingers, pinching and rubbing between the index and middle. Her head tilt back, exposing the blank canvas that is her neck, lips parted as she pleasures herself.
Yoonji’s moan is enough to capture Jungha’s attention. Her soft, wide, glossy eyes turn harsh in a matter of seconds.
“Get back to work.” She says.
Her tone is enough to put Yoonji in motion.
She isn’t sure if spacial sound in the studio makes the squelnching more audible as her fingers rub and press into her pussy. Her moans soft and voiced.
It’s eating her alive, and it pisses her off . She feels like she’s in the corner, facing the wall for talking back or eating dessert before dinner. If she moved an inch, a scolding would wait for her.
So this was Jungha’s true intention: to avenge and become Yoonji’s consequence. She doesn’t want to fucking work. She wants to watch her baby fall into ecstasy. And yet, she refused to let her move an inch.
So yeah. She’s pissed.
“I don’t see you working.” Jungha comments, slightly breathless.
Yoonji groans, rolling her neck. “Baby, please.”
“I don’t hear you tippy-tapping.”
“Please, I’m sorry.”
“You should have thought of that before putting work before me. Now keep working.”
“Can we just talk this out?”
“We both know your version of talking isn’t really talking , unnie.”
She bites into her lower lip.
“I know you’re still mad about last night,” she starts.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I just think-”
“I don’t care about what you think.”
Yoonji’s fingers twitch against the mouse. “Baby, please–”
Jungha huffs. “You’re ruining my me time.” The squelching stops. “Keep this up, and you’ll never see this pussy for a long time. Is that what you want?”
Now, normally, Yoonji can maintain her emotions very well. Between the two of them, Jungha carries the title.
But tonight, Yoonji’s patience is extremely thin. Her heart is racing, filled with the need to eat her alive, hands twitching and all.
She had to chuckle.
Oh, Jeon Jungha…Her sweet, little bratty baby.
After a soft comb through her hair, Yoonji sits up to shove an earbud in her left ear and continues working.
It’s silent between them until the soft squelch returns.
She eats away more of Yoonji’s focus the more Jungha touches herself, more of her moans ring through the space; the sexy tune that Yoonji wants to hear for eternity.
Each chain surrounding the cell snaps off, and the demon bangs on the bars as they drop. The heat inside boils in her veins, pooling down below. It’s enough to make her clench her legs together before spreading them, losing more focus on the music, more on her sweet moans.
Her imagination begins to wander: Jungha on her knees, skin flushed, breasts bouncing from each thrust by her thick strap. Her eyes glossed, pleading Yoonji for more, gagging around the silicone, moaning around each time Yoonji presses the tip deep in her throat while Jungha’s fingers thrust deep in her cunt.
How easily she’d fall apart from each pounding force, scratching the deepest parts of her. How red her ass would be from each piercing slap; punishment for such naughty behavior. It’s golden.
“Y-You’re not working,” Jungha breathes, clearly affected. Her fingers continue motion, too horny to stop.
“How can I, when my baby sounds so good?” Yoonji says.
Bait. She’s adding bait and tossing the hook into the wate. It’s the only way she can get out of this. The only way to convince Jungha to stop this little charade. While her screen is black from falling asleep, she can see Jungha’s reflection clearly, finding her fingers still at work from making herself full.
“How can I when my baby sounds so sexy?”
Jungha moans from the praise, shivering the more she opens up, mixed with a whine of slight frustration.
“I can taste how wet you are,” Yoonji says, leaning back into the chair. “Feel how much deeper you want to be, to reach somewhere special.”
Fuck , her fingers thrust faster. Her lips part slightly, the calling of her name resting at the tip of it.
“But I know you can’t. You need help, don’t you? Don’t you want unnie’s help?”
Jungha falls quiet, fingers halting.
The fish is circling the hook.
“I can give it to you,” she continues. “I can give you all that you need, baby. Just let unnie see.”
Yoonji finds Jungha on screen, her legs wide, fingers resting deep in her pussy. Jungha moans are dying to soft whimpers, to soft breathing, gasping a bit, the more she pinches her nipples for bits of stimulation.
“Y-you need to work…” she barely whispers, tone hinting desperation.
Yoonji’s hands travel up and down her body, resting over her wet pussy, gently rubbing over her layered pants. “The work will get done, baby. You don’t need to worry about that. What we need to worry about is you.”
Again, Jungha stops. Her facial expression is kind of mesh together, but it’s enough to make out her pouty, dreamy look; eyes sparkling from the focus on her. Knowing that Yoonji wants her, wants to touch her all over.
“…M-me?”
Gotcha.
“All of you.” Yoonji assured,, tilting her head as she continues to look at the dim reflection. “Gotta make sure you feel nice and full, yeah? You want that, don't you?”
Jungha whimpers. Her fingers slowly begin pumping in and out of her.
“Yeah,” Yoonji hums. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for me, baby.”
“U-unnie…” Jungha moans softly, her fingers spreading into a ‘v’ shape to present all of her. Another set of fingers that focused on her tits quickly travel below, gathering slick with a flick before rubbing small circles around her pussy. Jungha’s legs jerk upward from the sensation, then moans from the sheer pleasure.
Yoonji presses her fingers against herself. “Look at you. You look so beautiful. So gorgeous. My gorgeous baby, aren’t you?”
Jungha gasps, rolling her eyes back the more she rubs the bud. “Y-yes.”
“Wanna watch you cum. Wanna make you cum. Come on, baby, let me see you.”
“ Please ,” Jungha moans out. “Please make me cum, please– ”
Jungha moans louder from the sudden lips wrapped around her clit. Yoonji was already turned and off her ass, grabbing onto her thighs to keep them spread and sucks . Jungha’s lower half jerks against her unnie’s face, taking in a shaky breath before lying back against the couch.
Her pleas to God are clear. Pleasure has possessed her the more Yoonji works her mouth, licking fat stripes against her taint, drinking her up before residing at her clit. She continues working the bud, licking, kissing, and sucking, while her fingers make home inside. Pumping her fingers deep inside, rubbing the pad against a special spot that she’s tried so hard to reach.
Jungha arches her back, unable to hold back her moans the more Yoonji devours her. It’s these moments that makes them feel thankful for the noise cancellation in here, otherwise, they’d be screwed; Jungha can’t keep her voice down for shit, no matter what the incentive is.
Her moans drag, slowly going high-pitched the more Yoonji goes on. She takes and takes, not letting up, n matter how much Jungha squirms under her. She grabs a chunk of her hair, gently scratching her scalp in an attempt to push her away. But Yoonji doesn’t budge; she presses her face further in, and licks , fucks her faster with the her fingers, and sucks .
Jungha doesn’t have time to warn Yoonji, she cums hard soon after. Humping into her face, her voice trapped in her throat, releasing a silent moan for now. Jungha’s eyes are screwed tight, pure white static hides behind her eyes as her orgasm crashes into her system.
And yet, Yoonji still doesn’t let up. She continues her harsh ministrations until she pulls her baby’s voice out of her. She struggles out a moan and squirms under her by any means to get away. Yoonji tightens her hold on her thighs and forces them over her chest, thrusting her tongue inside her to lick every inch of her.
“Y-Yoonji…!” Jungha pleads, pressing her head against the cushion. “I-I need a break!”
Finally, Yoonji picks her head up from her lovely prison. Smirking down at Jungha as she licks the slick off her lips.
“Cute…” she says, voice deep. “So fucking cute…”
Despite catching her breath, Jungha manages to present a tiny smile to her love. “Y-you’re cuter…”
Yoonji’s smirk grows, and she shakes her head. “No darling,” she spreads her legs to lean close.
“It’s cute that you think you’ll be getting a break anytime soon.”
♥️
Jungha lost track of how many times she came after the first.
It’s as if the predator was starved for days, desperate for a droplet of one of the Earth’s greatest gifts in its natural valley springs. As if the predator chased far and wide for its prey, jumping through a path filled with spikes and sinkholes. Moments when they were so close to biting their leg. In an attempt to prevent further escape, the smallest thing, as small as a pebble, brings them ten steps back, while their prey is ten steps forward. The delicious taste of victory as they drool over the flesh, a devilish smirk, ready to pounce and take what’s theirs.
Here lies Jungha, over Yoonji’s knee, trapped in her frame as her dainty hand strikes on her ass cheek with such force. A piercing slap that bounces around the space, along with her moans, falling into the painful pleasure.
Each smack grows harsher. It burns under her palm and on Jungha’s skin; a deep red imprint on both sides. A faint crescent shape from her fingernails claimed the flesh that belonged to her.
Smack, after smack. Each time, Jungha’s body jerks in Yoonji’s hold, her moans muffled as it’s filled by their favorite purple dildo, strapped around Yoonji’s waist. The more hits she takes, the deeper Jungha fills her mouth with the thick silicone, soaked by her drool, seeping through her plump, red lips, her head controlled by the elder’s other hand. Yoonji grips a chunk of her lucious strands, bobbing her head up and down and settles her face between her legs, forcing her cock down her throat.
“Good girl,” Yoonji’s praise is rough like gravel yet, it pulls Jungha in a further trance; a good, warm space that’s she’s been waiting for. A siren’s call to ecstasy. “Taking it so well.”
Jungha shivers from the praise, and a muffled whimper passes through the silicone. She grips onto Yoonji’s thigh and pulls up enough to bob her head on her own, doing her best to please her.
She missed this, she missed her . She wanted nothing more than to be good for Yoonji. She wanted her to touch all over, use Jungha for her pleasure without a care. She knows Yoonji’s love is the opposite, overwhelmingly sweet. But right now, she wants Yoonji to push her to her limits.
And Yoonji will happily oblige; she couldn't wait to get her hands on Jungha. If there’s an opportunity to feel her beautiful body, her curves, holding onto her tiny waist, her lips attached to her breast, nibbling and sucking on the areolas until she’s left a squirming, whimpery mess, she’ll fucking take it. She enjoys the taste of her, the sound of her; her entire being is motivating enough for her.
She’s obsessed, completely devoted to her; her only follower.
Her love is her shrine, dedicated to offering anything she desires. In return, she treats her exactly how she deserves…
To be filled with love and ardor.
“Hmm!” A loud, muffled moan. Jungha’s hands quickly let go to clench onto the leather as much as she could. Gel tips dipping into it, like claws on skin. Her eyes flutter close, basking in the stinging sensation. The weakened volcano that subtly fills, pleasure pooling in her center.
Some days, Jungha loves it when Yoonji treats her with utmost tenderness. She loves hearing her praises and love for her, how easily she falls apart from the lightest touches, like tender meat off a bone. But she loves the other side of the coin; she craves her harshness, craves the weight of her hand around her neck, feel each strike for her own benefit rather than Jungha’s; Those same hands wrap around her hips, pinning her down to ravish her, or pulling back to meet her powerful hips, making her fall apart the best she knows how.
She feels her thighs forced to spread, Yoonji’s fingers trail down her taint, between the folds before slipping two fingers inside her. Jungha stalls on her blowjob, eyes drooping to a close, and raises her ass as a proper welcome to them.
But it’s not enough. She shakes her ass, a plea for Yoonji to go deeper, and she does; pressing the curling her fingers against that lovely spot that’s easily found. It’s enough for Jungha to jerk her hips against Yoonji’s knee.
“There you go,” Yoonji eases, leaning close to her baby’s ear.
Jungha slowly sucks the length until the tip sits in the back of her throat. Just feeling her head descend is enough to pull a moan out of Yoonji.
Sometimes, she wishes that she was born a man, to have a real dick to she can please her baby even more. She wants to unlock every fantasy Jungha thinks about and craves, and make it a reality.
But maybe the universe made her a woman for a reason. Perhaps it’s because she pleases them so well; a little too well, especially when pleasing the love of her life. She would be even more dangerous if she were to be born with a dick; she’d be instaiable.
She smirks just thinking about it. A dangerous one indeed. What a thrill.
Her plot halts from Jungha’s squirming, whining with a mouth full of cock. Yoonji pulls her fingers out to smack her ass; hard, a sound piercing through the space. Jungha chokes around it. Yoonji does it again and again, feeling her baby jerk on her lap.
“Poor baby, just needs to be settled, don’t you?” Yoonji coos.
“Yes,” Jungha moans, removing the dildo from her mouth to gasp as Yoonji continues to rub the spongy zone. “ Yes–please– ”
She groans when Yoonji thrusts her fingers back in, curling her pinky upward, like the lady she is, scissoring, stretching her nicely. Jungha can feel that her fingers are patient and hitting precise angles. Pleasurable shivers course through her body as she slowly deepens, brushing against her sweet spot, a delicious tingle blooms in her brain, making her toes curl.
Jungha shudders and drops her head onto her lap, cheek pressing against the silicone. It’s amazing how affected she is by her hands and fingers alone, how much she craves for Yoonji to make her reach the clouds again. It’s what she needs, so she turns her head behind and shakes her ass again, hoping to entice her to do more. It’s enough to capture her attention; eyes darkening from the fat, juicy cheeks rippling with such precision. Juicy like peaches, sweet like cream.
The hand on Jungha’s head slips to the small of her back, down to the globes to knead one. Jungha’s eyes close momentarily, pausing to feel, humming when Yoonji pulls one apart, watching her fingers tease inside.
“Fuck, baby,” Yoonji tuckers her lower lip betwen her teeth, digging her nails into the flesh before she fingers her with more vigor, moving her hand up to the small of her back to feel Jungha’s arch. Her moan caught in her throat, she moved her hips, attempting to throw her ass back to meet her thrusts, scraping her middle finger into that spot, but just light flicks. It’s as if she’s avoiding it on purpose, the fiend .
“More,” Jungha pants out. “Come on, more.”
“So demanding,” Yoonji tsks.
“I can show you demanding if you’d prefer.” She spits.
”you think that’ll get you anywhere?”
“Maybe. One way or another it will.”
“Interesting take, but I don’t take orders from bratty little things that believe they’ll get what they want like that.”
Dismissively, she raises her hand far enough to drop a harsh smack on her bottom. The burn instant, her ears ring from how loud Jungha yelps. She does it again, again, and again, until her baby trembles, clenching around her fingers like an anaconda capturing its prey. “And here I thought you were going to be good for me.”
“I-I am! I do!” Jungha struggles out.
“Oh, but my good girl would never demand me to do something. She knows when to be patient,” Yoonji’s hand smacks onto her ass once more before lowering it to her cunt, until two sets of fingers rubs against her clit.
At some point Yoonji stops fingering her and only focuses on the bud Slow circles, harsh shivers, and the white-burn that slowly rises the more she teases her.
No matter how restless she is, it does nothing; Yoonji takes her time with her. Pulls her apart, string by string, pussy barely clenching around her fingers, slick pooling and dripping down her thigh. She’s yearning for something in her, someone to eat her. Devour her.
Slowly, it’s getting overwhelming, nerves heightened, another pending orgasm coils. Jungha’s moans turn breathless and high-pitch as her orgasm draws near. Her eyebrows pinch together, tongue flicking against her lips as she chases this delicious feeling.
Yoonji could rub a little harder, a little faster…
Before she could plead, Yoonji moves her off and compels her to lay down with her knees raised. Her fingers slip between the wet folds, pressing the pads of her fingers against her entrance as if they were going to dive back in. But alas, they only rub over it, traveling to her clit as a tease.
The pending climax fades in a flash.
“U-Unnie…!”
“Yes, sweetheart?” She answers with such innocence.
Jungha supports her body up with her hands to turn her head enough to see her. Her eyes glossed in lust and desperation, cheeks flushed down to her chest. Her long, beautiful hair is starting to frizz out from the sexiness, sweat, and heat between them. Yoonji sees it all and can’t help but giggle inside while her expression remains bold and naive.
“Unnie!” she whines.
“What is it, Jungha?” Yoonji gently settles her down until her body presses against the ground.
“Don’t you want me?” Her voice leaks with need, lips forming the cutest pout.
“Of course I do, I’m here with you, aren’t I?” For emphasis, Yoonji rubs directly on her clit. Jungha jerks her hips away from it. “Touching you just the way you like it.”
“B-but not how I want it,” Jungha slaps her hand on the ground, pouting. “I want more!”
“I'm not going to give you more with that attitude.” Yoonji stops. “I will continue to take my time. Who knows, maybe I’ll stop entirely and go back to work.”
Jungha doesn’t know which is worse: the teasing or none at all. She rolls her hips to chase the pleasure, but whines when Yoonji pulls back.
“Good girls know how to ask nicely and properly .” she reminds, calm and patient.
Annoyance fills Jungha’s veins and arousal heightens her nerves; if Yoonji won’t please her, then she'll have to take matters into her own hands. She’s much stronger than Yoonji, she could flip her over until on top and take her where she lays. Fuck herself on her cock until satisfaction.
Fuck, yes, Jungha’s pussy clenches on the idea.
But Yoonji’s always a step ahead of her.
As soon as Jungha pushes herself up to move her legs between her sides, Yoonji’s hand grips the nape and forces her to lay back on the ground, leaving her in a perfect arch. She hovers over the younger, pressing her hips against her ass, rubbing the purple shaft between her saturated folds. Jungha struggles, pressing her cheek against the ground. One squeeze is enough to make her pliant, a moan dying on the tip of her tongue.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know the tricks up your sleeve, baby girl?” Her voice is taunting and sweet. “Let me guess, you were going to manhandle me and take my cock for yourself, weren’t you?” Jungha groans in frustration. It makes Yoonji chuckle. “Such an impatient little thing…Did you forget what you have to do?” Yoonji slowly grinds against her, the shaft curved, sliding between her folds. “Ask nicely and beg for it. Or we can pack up now and go home. Wash up and go to sleep .”
Jungha’s whines are gentle, and all fight in her is gone. Trapped under her, hearing her girlfriend’s angelic voice. Yoonji knows going home and sleeping was nothing but a ploy to torture her, but she knows well enough that all of her silly little plans will backfire.
It’s cute, honestly, seeing the younger try to one-up her. She’d give her moments on a good day, but tonight, Yoonji’s too riled up to play nice anymore.
The hand on the back of her neck moves to her head, grabbing a chunk of her hair to yank back. Jungha releases a mewl, tucking her soft fists into her chest.
“Come on,” she says in her ear, voice deep and suave. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to feel me deep in you, fucking you just right? Don’t you want to cum?”
“ Yes ~!” She tries to move her hips into her, but doesn’t move much; it’s difficult in this position.
“Then ask for it. Beg for it,” she commands.
She can’t help but shiver under her, a thick stream of slick trails down her inner thighs. Her mind grates to a fuzzy place. A place that’s energized in want and unlocks that vault of pleasure for hours on end.
A place where she’d be loved and taken care of by the love of her life.
“P-please,” she begs weakly. “P-please fuck me, unnie. W-want your cock deep inside. Y-you said you’d take good care of me…won’t you make me feel good? I-I promise I’ll be good for you, do anything you want me to do. All for you. Please?”
Desperate. Look at her, she’s twitching. Convulsing around the purple dick.
Yoonji tilts her head to the side to take in all of her. Her movements are relentless now, the white-burning pleasure awakens her nerves. Jungha’s pouty lips break into a perfect ‘o’, her eyes locked to her baby, the more she grinds.
“Yeah? You want to be good?”
Jungha tries to nod with Yoonji’s grip on her hair. “W-wanna be good. Wanna be your good girl.”
Yoonji hums, it almost comes out as a purr. “My good girl…” Jungha moans from the sweet praise. “You sound so nice for unnie…”
She pulls back enough to position the dildo to her entrance, pressing the head through the first ring. Once settled in position, Yoonji rests her front on her back, slithering her arms around her abdomen, close to her ear once more.
“But you’ll sound even better for mommy , won’t you, love ?”
Jungha releases the most erotic moan when Yoonji presses inside. Her head drops above her gently-clenched fists as Yoonji pulls out and presses further in, stretched and deeper. “ Unh–M-mommy …!”
“That’s it,” Yoonji growls when she’s fully nuzzled inside, tilting one hand to knead into one of her breasts, knowing she’s prepped well, Yoonji doesn’t waste another second. Combing her fingers through her damp hair, away from her flushed expression, she pulls all but the tip and snaps her hips into her. She pulls out and thrusts back in, again, again, and again, until she keeps rhythm; fucking her in reckless abandon. “That’s fucking it, love,”
The sound of squelching is immediate. Skin slapping against skin, pussy sopping wet, essence tugging and pooling around her purple cock. Jungha can’t hold back her moans even if she wanted to. Even if she bit down on her tongue or bottom lip, it won’t last.
But Yoonji doesn’t care. She wants her to scream, wants to hear every single note, watch her fall apart, take every single piece of her.
The longer she reclaims what’s hers.
Yoonji’s fingers press around her tit, trying to find her nipple to tease further. She pinches and rolls it between her index and middle fingers enough to send shocks through her chest , down to her clit. It feels too good, it’s too much. Knees skit against the tile, hands quickly plastering on the surface to hold on.
The more she pounds, angling directly into that fucking spot, the more she plays with ther nipples, Jungha’s moans turn high-pitch. Her lips part enough for drool threatening to trail down her chin.
And Yoonji, oh, Yoonji …her fingers dig into the flesh, tugging and pinching her nipple as if she was trying to milk her. Her grunts are soft, barely audible as her face is tucked into the back of Jungha’s neck. Her teeth graze against skin, taking her own breaths as she loses composure, the dam is completely obliterated.
“Fuck,” she pants before licking her neck. “No matter how much I finger you, you’ll always feel so tight.”
“T-tight for m-mommy…F-feels good –ah–” Jungha breathes, trying to conjure words, but it’s rather difficult when your girlfriend is fucking you relentlessly.
“That’s right, just for mommy.”
Abruptly, Yoonji unwraps her arms to hold onto her hips, tugging them back to meet. Her movements gradually drench in her lubrication, thrusts slow but still consistent. Jungha rolls her eyes back, tongue lolling between her lips, heavy to manage as she grinds inside her.
It’s as if she’s making a home inside her, the tip kissing where it feels best repeatedly. The sound that comes out of Jungha is utter bliss, bits of pleasure exploding in her lower belly, down to the soles of her feet, up to her brain, leaving the best tingles.
The scorching center slowly fills again; the orgasm that was ripped away from her before is chasing for release. Jungha’s breaths slowly stutter, groaning. Her hips move on their own, trying to encourage; eager to bring her closer to the edge.
“M-mommy,” Jungha turns her head in calling. Her face coated in a layer of sweat, completely flushed. Her eyes are glossed over, possessed by her demon. “M-mommy, wanna cum….p-please.”
“You’re close already?” Yoonji trails her hands down to her ass to touch before slithering up her back, gently squeezing each place for comfort.
Jungha nods. “B-been thinking of you. C-couldn’t do it on my own–please make me cum. L-love needs mommy to fill her up.”
Yoonji shivers. Fuck .
The only survivor of Yoonji’s sanity, that last string, disconnects in a millisecond. The pulsing heat in her lower stomach ignites through her entire body, it’s rejuvenating. Jungha looks wrecked, but Yoonji is no better. Being the only one between them with her hoodie plastered on her body, she looks dishelved; her cheeks just as red, body fucking burning.
Her demon bulldozes its way out of its dungeon.
Jungha yelps from being manhandled to her side and from the sudden leg lift. She didn’t even feel Yoonji pull out of her. Yoonji bends her leg, pushing toward her body to make room before sliding back in, burying herself deep inside her pussy. It doesn’t take long for her to continue where she left of; grinding deep, rubbing in every angle until she finds her g-spot, sudden instinct to press her head further to the ground as lets out a cry. It entices Yoonji to snap her hips into her.
If it’s not the sounds of desires, whatever she says goes over Yoonji’s head, eyes focus on her voluptuous body, watching the dildo fuck in and out of her wet pussy, up to her tits, bouncing the more she pounds into the younger. Soft, red crescent marks spread out, her chocolate, sensitive nipples following the flesh from each bounce. Still trapped between the tight dress shirt that is now stained with sweat and dust.
God, she wants to rip it wide open. Watch them bounce more freely. Her mouth is filled with drool, hungry to have them in her mouth.
And when she looks at her baby, oh , she’s fucked out. Her hair long and spread as if she descended from the heavens, eyebrows pinched perfectly. Her eyes are closed, she’s barely breathing after releasing a string of sobs.
It’s too much. The pressure rises. The volcano’s erupting.
“C-cumming,” it’s all she can say; the compartment in her brain to form sentences is out of commission. “C-cumming – ”
“Do it.” Yoonji commands. “Cum for mommy.”
Jungha’s breath hitches, eyes clenched tight. It’s so much. She’s starting to float, as if she’s getting on the tallest ride, reaching the highest peak. Raking up, up, up …
Her belly swoops, the coaster crashes down; orgasm exploding. Jungha shouts Yoonji’s name as she melts to the floor, one hand reaching for her breast to squeeze, while the other reaches for her hand to hold.
The volcano erupts.
“ F-fuuuck y es—yes, harder— ” Jungha’s nails dig into both spaces held. “ P-please don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Fuck,” Yoonji hisses.
She can’t remember the last time she had an orgasm this intense. Strong waves of ecstasy in the best place. Yoonji can feel her lock around the dildo as she continuously pounds into her pussy. Gush of slick gets on her pelvis, her thighs. Being claimed such a dirty way along with her screaming her name Yoonji fucking growls. Jungha’s voice is ragged after countless rounds of intense play, and yet, it’s music to Yoonji’s ears.
She tightens her grip on her leg, enjoying the feeling of Jungha’s body spasming under her, continuously squirting through the orgasmic waves, until her pace breaks, unable to keep her own moans at bay, opting to grind instead. It’s so easy to move in and out of her now, gaped and sopping wet.
Jungha’s hands eventually drop to her sides when the feeling starts to simmer. Her sobs calm to stuttered breaths the more Yoonji rocks into her.
“Fuck, you looked so hot, love, cumming for mommy so fucking hard, yeah? Tell mommy how you feel.”
Jungha whimpers, eyes closed, calm, after weeks of holding back, weeks of focus on surviving without her love beside her. It’s fucking bliss.
“G-good…m-mommy, feel good…”
Yoonji eventually ceases all movement and pulls out. She moves to settle her baby’s leg to the ground. Her hands rub down her body, gently kneeling the flesh, massaging spots that went through the most tonight.
Jungha weakly opens her arms for her. A entreaty that Yoonji cannot reject.
Falling into her embrace, she settles ontop of her baby, showering her with kisses before leaving a slow, loving one on her lips. It’s not long before Jungha opens her mouth to let Yoonji slither her tongue down her throat. She moans in the kiss, spreading her legs to invite her closer.
They kiss for what it seems like hours, but only for long minutes. Finally, Jungha breaks the kiss to catch her breath and to look at her; To look into her girlfriend.
Nothing but love. Nothing but admiration and…life. Life that only lives for her. With her.
It brings a small smile to her face.
“You alright, love?” Yoonji says gently, combing Jungha’s fringe away from her eyes.
The younger nods. “Love you…” she whispers.
“I love you, too.” Yoonji smiles.
She rubs her hand on Yoonji’s back, trailing further down to grope her ass. “Mommy…Mommy didn’t cum.”
Her voice is gentle and small, eyes drooping. It’s no surprise how tired Jungha gets after intense fucking. Yoonji can’t help but smile at her determination to make her feel good.
“Thank you, love, but you don’t have to.” She reaches to caress her cheek. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep at any moment. It can wait until we get home. For now, let’s get you cleaned up, ok?”
Jungha’s already sitting up by the time Yoonji finishes her sentence. She climbs onto Yoonji’s lap, wrapping her arms around her to lean in for a kiss.
A kiss makes their love bloom all over again. A kiss that makes Yoonji possessive; wrapping her arms around her, securing her in place. She kisses her deeper, rougher; capturing her bottom lip between her teeth to tug. Jungha lets her, moaning softly from the sting inflicted. She dives back in, hungry for more.
Yoonji gets so lost in it, she doesn’t realize that Jungha gently pushes her onto her back, straddling her legs. Pressing her chest against hers, slowly rolling her hips, her chest, bare nipples against hers. It’s barely enough stimulation right now, and she’s comfortable with it. After all, this all for Yoonji now.
“Love wants to make mommy feel good…” she whispers after breaking the kiss, continuing to grind just a bit more before moving her hands to Yoonji’s chest. She sits up enough to slip her fingers under her hoodie to rub her soft pink nipples.
“Love,” Yoonji gasps lightly, instantly moving into her fingers. The blooming pleasure shoots down to her throbbing pussy, wet and needy for something . She feels Jungha drag her body downward, slipping between her legs, happily to spread them for her. She continues until Jungha’s hands no longer touch her nips, trailing down her stomach, until her face is infront of her crotch. Her soft, hot breath puffing against the area, pussy clenching around nothing. “A-are you sure about this?”
Jungha nods, lips parting to lick over them. “M-mommy can use love as she likes.”
She knows this. It’s their type of play. But hearing Jungha consent to it…fuck it makes her vibrate.
“I don’t want you to overdue it because of me. I can take care of it.”
Jungha quickly shakes her head. “Use me to get off, mommy. Want you to feel good…”
Fuck, Jungha’s going to be the death of her.
Jungha watches her eyes darken as she slowly lowers her face in between. Sticking her tongue out, flat to lick her over the folds from her leaking hole to the hardened clit. Yoonji arches her chest, moaning softly at the touch. Jungha hums, taking in the sweet taste of her girlfriend, repeating the action. Her tongue remains flat for a couple of more licks, then points her tongue to kitty lick over the bud; circling it soon after.
Her eyes flutter, focused on the sweet sounds, feeling her body jerk backward to run away from here persistent tongue.. Jungha chases her, wrapping her lips around the bud to give a good suck. Her clit big enough to feel its form, taking in her inner folds the more she pleases her.
“Oh, shit,” Yoonji pants out. One hand grips onto the top of her head, the other resting on her stomach, gripping onto the damp fabric covering her upper body. The strong, burning-sensations coursing through her body. She can’t fight the slow arch the more Jungha sucks her and repeatedly flicks over it. “Oh, my God–J-Jungha–”
Jungha’s eyebrows furrow in focus, eyes closed, and her arms wrap around her thighs to pull her closer. Her mouth fully on her cunt, nuzzling her face into her, enveloping as much as she could before sucking everything : Folds, clit, slick she swallows graciously. Yoonji tilts her head into the floor, closing her own eyes as she basks in the feeling. Fingers tucking into the fabric to ground herself, feeling everything suckled and teased before Jungha lets go with a pop. Her hot breath fanning over her vagina, her tongue’s next place is the tight ring that secretes her juices.
She presses her tongue inside her, bit by bit, breaching as much as she could before retracting. An easy kiss to her hole, tasting the salty, tangy essence of her girlfriend. A slide that teases what’s to come, but for now, she redirects to her clit to suck on.
The smell of sex is heavy; musky and intoxicating. It fills Jungha’s head with a thick fog, nothing else matters; she needed to make Yoonji cum tonight, even if it means being here all night long. She needs to feel her pussy convulse against her tongue, taste more of her, and make her cry as she cums by her mouth.
Jungha isn’t letting up for a while. Overtime Yoonji’s plan for stillness is compromised; squirming and humping against her mouth. Her moans angelic and whiny, it isn’t long until her orgasm slowly rises. Both hands are on top of her head, forcing her head in place as she continues to hump against her mouth. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth as she focuses on the feeling of Jungha’s tongue, the suction, and the pending orgasm.
“J-just like that, oh –” she keens, catching her breath from each roll. She feels dizzy, her heart picks up the pace, nails digging into her scalp. “Fuck, love, doing so well–making mommy feel so good. Mommy’s going to cum on that pretty little face.”
Jungha moans, muffling around her clit, making Yoonji tremble.
“F-fuck,” she chokes, hips rolling a little faster, choppy. “Fuck, love, yes– yes, gonna cum– ”
Her breath picks up, rolls turning intense, twice, thrice, and—
She calmly shouts out a moan, arching fully as orgasmic waves crash into shore, hard. Her body twitches harshly as her eyes clench tight, an explosion of colors behind her eyelids. Jungha can’t help but moan against her crotch, continuing to suck around the pulsing clit as Yoonji comes down from her high.
She continues to twitch, continues to contract around nothing. Fluids leak out of her hole through her orgasm, teetering towards overstimulation. Her moans turn into whimpers, gripping onto Jungha’s head to push away, but Jungha’s resistant.
“N-no more,” Yoonji pants. “N-no more–ya—Jungha— ah!”
Yoonji’s legs suddenly lift, arms unwrapped to force them in a large spread, pushed to her chest. Jungha continues sucking her off, switching back and forth with the use of her tongue and her mouth. It’s too much, Yoonji’s hands fall to the sides of her head.
“J-Jung– ha —fuck, wait a second!” Yoonji pleas weakly, unable to focus on stopping her. This feeling—it burns but it’s so fucking good.
The noises that come out of Yoonji’s mouth are unnoticable, but it’s a melody that Jungha wants to hear forever. She pulls off for a second to breathe before diving back in, continuing her little pattern. Yoonji tries everything in her power to get her off, barely squirming in place to escape.
Jungha doesn’t budge. She refuses to have her baby cum once. She needs another. She deserves more .
More, more, more.
Each time Yoonji’s mouth opens to speak, the words die from exposure. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, twitching harshly the more she feels another orgasm rising.
“J-Jung…ha!” her body twitches, her mouth slowly opens to a perfect ‘o’ shape. Her eyebrows slowly pinch together. She’s going to cum, fuck, it’s coming. She’s cumming—
Yoonji shouts out a cuss, grabbing onto a chunk of Junghas hair as another orgasm rips through her. Her hips jerk from each wave, hiccuping breaths after a moment of silence, the sound of squelching and suckles fill the space. Jungha moans, vibrating around her wet pussy.
Eventually she gathers enough strength to rip Jungha away from her pussy. Her eyes clouded in lust, chin and lips coated in her slick. She whines from the disconnect, trying to move her face back to her comfy little spot.
“Enough,” Yoonji says. “You’re going to kill me if you keep going.”
“W-want mommy…” Jungha whines.
“I-I know, love, I know…” Yoonji turns her head to the side, mind buzzing. The waves rocking her. “Just….give me a moment, okay?”
Jungha shakes her head to remove Yoonji’s hold before easing her legs down. She makes space between them, climbing over her body to cuddle. If she won’t let her continue eating her out, she’ll eat her face instead.
Jungha directs Yoonji’s face to her to kiss her. A soft, lovely kiss. Tasting herself on Jungha’s tongue makes her shudder, accepting more of it with a flick of her tongue on her chin and lips. Her arms loosely wrapping around her body.
“D-Did you feel good?” Jungha whispers against her lips, eyes shining in innocence. A soft little headspace that thrives in praises and love.
“So good,” Yoonji smiles, leaving a chast kiss. “So, so good….Love it when you eat me out, darling…”
Jungha smiles. She tucks her face into the crook of her neck as a healthy blush colors her cheeks.
This is exactly where she’d rather be. Barely dressed, laying in their own filth, soaked in their love.
♥️
Yoonji never though she’d miss their bed so much. You’d think after spending hours in the studio and on the floor, it’d be a nice way to stretch the body, but nope. Yoonji’s back nearly gave out on her when they got in the car.
Freshly washed and in a set of pijamas, Yoonji curls into herself under the blankets. She decided to finish the rest of the song on Monday since she’s close to the end. She’ll submit it then, and head home early.
Sleep seems to be calling her name, slowly lulling her to her next dream. Though, she wakes at the sound of the door opening and closing. Jungha entering in a XXL t-shirt, Yoonji’s XXL t-shirt, waddling to the bed to slide under the covers with her.
“Fuck, my back,” she groans, melting into the mattress. “Who told us fucking on the floor was a good idea, huh?”
Yoonji yawns. “I dunno, felt romantic.”
“I suppose.”
“It was good though.”
“Very. I don’t think we’ve fucked like that in a while. I missed it.”
“Me too.”
After a moment of silence, Jungha rolls to her side to scooch closer to the elder, wrapping her arms around her. “...Unnie?”
“Hm?”
“Did…did you like your surprise?”
“What was my surprise?”
“You know…the outfit. Me punishing you kind of thing.”
“Hm..” Yoonji turns around to face the younger, keeping herself in her embrace. “I didn’t know it was a surprise for me, but I always enjoy seeing you in a skirt. You were immensely hot tonight.”
Jungha blushes at the compliment. “It wasn’t supposed to be a surprise, surprise…”
Yoonji looks into her eyes. “Did you plan this visit?”
“...I did.” she nods. “I wanted to get back at you for breaking your promise last night…I know it back fired but…I was really upset.”
Yoonji nods. “I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night. I have no excuse; I didn’t commit to the planned time.”
“I was planning on ignoring you all day, but I was so annoyed. I felt like you were choosing your music over me a-and…I don’t know….I got jealous.” Jungha mumbles, tracing her fingers over her arm. The softest pout rests on her lips. “I was restless; I felt like I needed to do something to get back at you and get your attention. Mimi gave me the idea.”
“Of course she did.”
“She helped me get the outfit too.”
Yoonji smirks. “I’m sure she did. You looked amazing in it.”
Jungha looks into her eyes. She can’t help but smile.
“I really am sorry,” Yoonji speaks low between them. “Don’t ever think music is more important than you. You will always be my top priority. I’ll make sure to do better. The good thing is, your little stunt motivated me to get a lot done, so I won’t have to worry about it until Monday. It’ll be sent by then, and we can spend more time together. I promise you, baby. Okay?”
Jungha nods. “Okay, unnie.”
Yoonji leans close to leave a kiss on her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
The night is quiet. Nothing but the sounds of faint breaths between two lovers. A place that Yoonji has missed dearly.
Truly, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter 2: I Love My Boy
Summary:
Another version of the previous story.
Notes:
Hi!
I made a male version. If you see grammar mistakes - no you don't (<3)
Enjoy!
Chapter Text
Yoongi growls in frustration after cutting the project midway through listening.
Countless hours. Countless sections. None of them were good enough. He’s been at this for almost three weeks straight, suffering in his own bubble.
The deadline is slowly approaching for a mini album to be released in the upcoming months, partnering with a new artist who’s eager to get the process going. They have the lyrics; Yoongi just needs to produce something.
His hands tighten into fists against the desk, dragging his tongue over his lips to moisten. He forgot his favorite chapstick at home, a necessity in his daily routine. His lips get dry very easily. One rub between them and it’s game over.
He couldn’t even enjoy his iced Americano. By the time he got it, not a second in the studio, the damn cup slipped out of his grasp and spilled all over his brand new carpet, gifted on his birthday. A beautiful piece of decor he had to toss.
And now, this.
So yeah, he is not having the best day. With irritation as his guest today, it’s only a matter of time before he crashes out and quits. But he knows he can’t do that—not with all the legal signatures, his stubbornness, and the desperate need for money and success.
It’s just annoying . There was progress, lots of it, but then today, like previous days, is nothing but retakes.
What’s missing? What needs to be changed? What fucking day is it?
Yoongi takes a deep breath and stands up. Maybe a stretch will soothe him. He makes his way to the center of the studio and stretches his arms up as high as they can go. Rolling his wrists clockwise and counterclockwise.
Then he spreads his legs enough to get into position to bend over, stretching his arms to the ground until his palms touch the tile. Doing his best to keep his legs straight (succeeding somewhat), casually arches his back to stretch his hips. Yoongi twists his body to the right leg, grasping onto his ankle for a slight tug, holding, and lets go to do the same to the left leg.
He can feel the tension slip as his bones crack from each set of movements, going with it. By the time he rolls his body back to standing position, Yoongi rolls his shoulders back, front, tilts his head side-to-side to stretch his neck, and shakes his body to end her little warm-up.
He can do this. Yoongi just needs to move on from the domino effect. He needs to lock in. It’ll get done.
He sits back down and slips his headphones on and restarts the track.
The melody is soft at first. Magical and serene. Then it slowly builds up, and the beat taps in. Pounding as the track continues.
It’s fine. Yoongi nods his head to the beat, clicking on some keys to mark. It’s good, until it isn’t anymore. It sounds wrong .
Yoongi stops the track and taps on the backspace, beginning to dive into focus, working his magic. Five minutes turn to thirty, then thirty turns to an hour. An hour drags on to a couple of more. He’s still nowhere near done, and by the time he finalized 25% of it, he realized how late it was.
It’s not too late. He can still make it back home on time, knowing a certain someone is waiting for him at home.
But he feels like he can’t leave now. Yoongi still has so much work to do. He’s finally pushing through the block in her path. Maybe if he could get up at least 30% tonight, he’ll be satisfied.
But he’ll be in deep shit if he got home late. His sweet, gentle flower will wilt, his petals will turn into thorns ready to strike when his presence is announced.
But he needs to get this done.
Another growl passes through his lips; it’s softer now, discouraged by his indecisiveness.
Maybe sending a text would suffice. It’s early enough to keep away from the danger zone. He’d understand.
Just as he decides, Yoongi’s phone buzzes. Reaching for the device as his eyes glued to the screen, it takes a moment before pivoting to his phone, finding the caller ID of his favorite person in display.
He is everything. His reason he breathes and keeps going—his true love.
He checks the time. Any passing second not working feels like a bomb strapped to his ankle. Ticking away. In any passing moment, everything will be taken away in the blink of an eye.
Still, his heart flutters seeing him as a notification. Despite feeling so stressed, his girlfriend is always going to be her priority.
Yoongi immediately answers, a smile on display as she presses the phone against his ear. “Hey, you,”
“Hyung,” his sweet, Jeon Jungkook, weakly calls, tone pouty and needy. Yoongi’s heart flutters; he can’t help but silently coo at it.
“Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” his hyungasks, switching hand placements from the keyboard and the mouse as he taps and clicks away.
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the studio, love. I told you I’d be here for a while,” he reminds, tone direct and exhausted.
Not at him, though. Never. He’s not upset at his sweet Jungkookie, he could never.
He knows Jungkook suffers from being a scatterbrain, considering he’s a grad student at Seoul University, studying and working a pressuring job for support. It’s one of the reasons why Yoongi works hard; one of his biggest goals is to earn enough to support both of them.
He sees the future with him, living freely and enjoying the best moments of life. He wants that more than anything, but not when he’s here, wasting time.
“I know, but I figured to call because I had a feeling you hadn't checked the time.” His pouty manner sticks, while presenting serious and also exhausted. “I’ve been home since six and I expected to see my honey here so we can enjoy our date night, but he isn’t.”
Yoongi winces. Fuck, he forgot. He did promise he’d be home promptly and make dinner, and he fucking forgot.
“I’m sorry, love. I have been checking the time…now,” he mumbles the last part. “But I’m not comfortable leaving yet.”
“Did something happen?”
“No, I just…” he glances at the clock, then back at the screen. “I have a lot to do. I’m nowhere near done.”
The line goes silent for a moment.
Jungkook huffs.
“You promised.”
“I know,” he says gently.
“And yet, you’re still there.”
“I know,”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to overwork yourself?”
“I know,” he repeats. Annoyance is trying to creep its way in, but Yoongi swallows it down. He can’t be annoyed at him, he has every right to be annoyed at Yoongi.
Fuck Yoongi feels horrible. But he can’t bring herself to stand.
“I promise, it’ll be another hour and I–”
“Another hour ?!” His natural deep voice turns high-pitched from the audacity. “No, no, no, I’m not waiting another hour.”
“Baby–”
“It’s almost midnight!” Jungkook complains. “I’ve been home since six! You promised we’d spend time together!”
“I know , but I’m not where I need to be yet. Just another hour. Promise, I’ll be home, and I’ll make it up to you.” The silence on the other side of the call is chilling. “Come on, baby,” he drags the last word purposely, raspy and seductive. It awakens the heat in his lower half. “I’ll make sure to take away all of your worries tonight, the best way I know how.”
“How,” he says, in slight disbelief. How could he when he’s not home with Jungkook?
“I’ll make you the most delicious meal,” Yoongi continues, voice dripping in sexiness, the tip of his middle finger curves over the scrolling piece of the mouse as he moves the track over to the next row. “I’ll make sure to bring your favorite treat from that bakery you like so much.”
“Chocolate Croissant?” Jungkook mumbles.
“Mmhm,” his hum is soft and sweet like honey. His smile brightens more, matching the sweet, innocent tone with innocent, wide eyes, knowing that’s exactly how he looks right now. “We’ll snuggle with a good movie on, and I’ll make sure to make you feel extra good.”
You could hear sheets shuffling on Jungkook’s side of the phone. “H-How?”
“Hm, I can think of plenty of ways. I could…” Yoongi pauses working, letting his mind fall into his desires, unlocking the cellar where his lust resides. He clicks out of the tab and relaxes the hold on his mouse. “Run you a nice hot bath. I know you’ve been stressed lately, baby. Gotta get you to unwind.”
“Hm…” It’s soft. Attentive.
“I’d use your favorite soap bomb,” his voice dips lower, smooth like watching the ocean in the calm evening. His fingers drag over the scroll wheel slowly. “Give you a nice massage. Get those nasty knots out of you.” He says this as the tip of his finger curls into the scroll wheel a little bit. “Then, I’d take you to bed, feed you until you’re nice and full.” Yoongi hums softly, eyes opened halfway as he continues running his imagination. “I’d kiss you. Nice and slow, just how you like it. Leave marks all over your pretty neck to make sure everyone who passes by knows you're mine.”
His baby moans softly directly on the phone, uncaring how desperate she sounds. “Hyung”
“I’d eat you up slowly.”
“Y-you wouldn’t eat with me…?” Jungkook asks, his voice angelic and so innocent . It’s too cute, Yoongi’s dying to rip himself out of His seat and drive home.
“Baby,” his call is alluring and throaty. “Why would I need to eat food when my meal is on the phone with me?”
Jungkook whines, sheets ruffling in the call. “H-hyung…C-come home, please—fuck, I need you.”
“Oh? Something happened?”
“I…” he trails off, embarrassed suddenly. “M’ just really horny.“
“Hm…that is a problem…what to do…” Yoongi sighs.
“Come home..!”
Yoongi shifts in his seat, crossing one leg over the other, squeezing them together as he feels the heat trickle to his center. He can already feel his cock slowly harden in his briefs, twitching, awakening to the world, the urge to drop everything and head to go and fulfill his promise is strong.
Spending time with Jungkook is a dream. Yoongi always feels like he’s on Cloud 9 when he’s with him. It’s a gift, but making love to him… oh, it’s a privilege. Feeling his body rock against his if they decide to be lazy one day, to just each other rather ravish each other, hands trailing down to his voluptuous curves; that fucking waist of his, and his ass? Fuck. . Enjoying the way he sounds when his nopples are devoured, teased until they’re red and irritated. Feeling him shake, his ass tighten on his tongue or around his dick.
Yoongi can’t help but moan at the memories through the years of being with him.
“I would love to bun, but I can’t right now. Hyung is very busy.” Jungkook whines. “Why don’t you touch yourself? Let hyung guide you. Give you just what you need.”
Jungkook gasps, excitement coursing through his veins. There’s nothing he loves more than having sex with Yoongi, but phone sex is an entirely different wavelength. If they could do it during the nights that are cold, he would.. “How do you want me?”
Yoongi smiles a little.?”
Go ahead and lie down for me. On your back.”
Sheets rustling continues until it fades to a stop. “Okay.”
“Tell hyung what you’re wearing. And remember to describe it, baby.”
Yoongi leans back on her chair, slipping his eyes close to let him imagination run its course. While it will be a shame not to see him in person, he can envision it.
“Y-you’re favorite hoodie.” he says. “A-and just my panties.”
Yoongi chuckles softly. “Oh, you were waiting .”
“I can’t help it,” he whines. “I’ve been horny all day. Been thinking about you.”
Cute .
“Have you? I want to know what you’ve been thinking about.”
“What else would it be? You fucking me with your tongue, your fingers, a-and…”
“And?”
“…Hyung’s cock.” It barely comes out as a whisper.
The holy trinity.
“You’re favorite things, baby.”
“Because it’s you…” Jungkook breathes. “You make me crazy. You’re beautiful and perfect. Haven’t seen you properly in weeks. All I do is work, study, and sleep when I get home.”
“Poor thing. Hyung will help you all night long.”
Jungkook moans softly. “Just hearing your voice… fuck-”
“Where are you touching, baby?”
“ My nipples- ah…”
“How about pinching the other? Leave me on speaker.”
“Y-you’re on speaker. Did it- hah - before I lay back.”
Yoongi drinks in her soft moans and whimpers. The pooling heat in Yoongi’s belly shoots down to his cock. in need to fill him up.
He can see it now, his baby splayed on the mattress, legs parted, hips seductively bucking upward, while nipples perked like chocolate chips, beautiful breasts are shaped like the sweetest melon from teasing them. Flushed down to his chest, lips parted slightly as his beautiful moans were released into their world, only for Yoongi to hear.
“Hyung,” he calls, nervously. “Hyung?”
“I’m here.” He eases. “Just enjoying what I’m hearing, baby. Close your eyes for me.”
“Okay..closed.”
Imagine I’m there with you. Imagine…” He squirms in his seat, resting his raised leg onto the ground. “Me touching you. Keep one hand on your nipple. The other, let it smooth down to your stomach. Imagine how I would touch you.”
The line is quiet. Nothing but the sounds of Jungkook’s soft breathing fills it. He’s focused, getting into the play, letting her imagination take control.
He lets out a soft sigh, humming contentedly.
“This is…way more comforting tonight.” .”
Yoongi laughs a tiny bit. “I’m glad.”
“Miss you…”Jungkook whispers. “Want you to touch me for real…”
“Soon, baby. Where’s your hand right now?”
“On my belly.”
“Spread your legs for hyung. Touch yourself, nice and slow.”
A beat of silence until another soft moan filters through the device.
“Good?”
“Mmhm,”
Yoongi closes his eyes again, hand gripping his mouse a little tighter. He can’t help it; anything is useful to keep him grounded. He’s on the brink of losing himself entirely from how sexy is boyfriendsounds. Jungkook’s moans become more shaken and breathless the more he teases himself. His sweet and sexy little vixen…
God , Yoongi can’t wait to have him all to herself.
“Are you touching your cock, baby?” Yoongiasks, voice remaining neutral.
“Y-yeah…s-slowly. Just how you’d do it.”
“Tell me where youre touching.”
..” “Just the tip..”
Yoongi tsks. “You know I wouldn’t touch just there, baby. Atroke the whole thing.”
When he does, he moans sweetly, as if he’s unlocked a new form of pleasure, though it’s familiar. Yoongi can’t help but slip his hand into his pants to grip his cock for some kind of relief. “H-hyung,! F-feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah. Also fingered myself.Moving j-just like you d-do, feels amazing.”
“God,” his voice rasps, affected. “You sound so sexy. My sexy boy. Jungkook pants, his moans turn higher-pitched. It sends a zing of pleasure and want to Yoongi’s dick.
He moans, stroking himself firmly and with pace to catch up, though he doesn’t really need to. It’s been so long since he pleasured himself, with or without Jungkook.
He knows exactly what he’s feeling. A white-burning sensation, down to the soles of his feet, a sweet feeling coursing through his body. Yearning to touch that spunky little spot repeatedly. But Yoongi, oh …Yoongi can. There’s nothing else he loves more than pushing him to his limits, watching him squirm, hearing him pleafor more or freedom. Watching his baby fall apart under him, shaking like a leaf until he taps out of the ring.
The craving makes Yoongi shudder out a moan, stroking faster“H-hyung.do you feel good?”
“So good, baby…You sound…so fucking hot. I want you so bad.”
“G-got two fingers inside…”
Yoongi chuckles softly. ”Wanted to fuck yourself already, baby boy?” His voice shakes, harsh shivers travels down his spine the more he strokes himself He knows Jungkook’s close when he stuffs himself with toys or fingers. He would love it if they came together, wanting to hear him moan his name like a melody, the more the band tightens.
Fuck, Yoongi’s tightens his grip “Yeah…Wish it was you that filled me up though.”
“Soon, baby. Promise. Going to make sure you take all of me. Going to have you nice and slow. Make sure you feel every fucking inch of me.”
“Oh, fuck ,” Jungkook moans, his pants growing more frantic.
He can see it. Toes curling into the duvet, his back arching off the bed. His cheeks a colorful red, dusted down to his neck, his chest.
His ducking pecs. His fucking breasts.
“Fuck your nice little hole all night long,” Yoongi tilts his head back, lips parting as his own puffs of breath leave his lungs. “Fuck my little hole all night long, until you’re gaping.”
Jungkook chokes on a moan.
“Because it’s all mine , right? All mine to eat, all mine to— f-fuck…!”
Yoongi gasps. The build-up is rising.
“G-gonna fuck you how you deserve. Into the mattress until you beg me to fill you up. Don’t you want that baby? To be filled up by hyung?”
He knows it’s impossible. But talking so dirty to Jungkook gets him so fucking riled up, he can’t help it.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook groans loudly, dragging on to a full-on sob. “Gonna fucking– oh, God, I’m cumming~” ”
Yoongi lets go of his cock as Jungkooktips over the edge.. It sends a harsh zing of pleasure all over the elder’s body, eyes fluttering open as he drinks ecstasy. He doesn’t let his own whine go unnoticed, legs clenching together, in desperate need of release himself.
But not here. He has work to do.
Jungkook’s moans are angelic and raw. An erotic melody until it dies off, leaving the phone invading the line with his breaths as he gathers himself.
“Such a good boy…” Yoongi licks his lips, taking a couple of breaths to settle down. “Made yourself feel so good for me.”
“H-hyung,” Jungkook weakly calls him after a moment. “N-not enough. I need you.”
Yoongi turns around, glancing at the time. “You’ll have me in an hour.” His baby’s groan does not falter. “Just an hour, I promise you’ll have me all night. Okay? Can you wait for me until then?”
He sighs heavily, lips smacking against the phone. “One more hour,” he agrees, voice pliant now.
“Good boy.” The praise slips out so easily, and a sweet whine rings in his ear soon after. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Yoongi disconnects the call.
“Fuck,” he whispers, combing the strands out of his face before sitting up.
He really doesn’t want to work right now. He wants to be home, melting in the sheets with his love.
But he needs to get this done. He needs…he needs to focus. He can do it. One more hour.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, Yoongi reconnects his earbuds and plays the track.
Oh. It’s better. Much better. It disconnects soon after, showing the huge gap between the sections.
He has one hour to fill the gap, and then he’ll go home to his baby boy.
😅
It’s 2:37 am.
Yoongi slips his cap on and ensures the door locks before exiting the building.
It’s 2:37 in the fucking morning.
He slips into his car and slams the door hard enough to make the dangling charms jiggle. Soft curses cover the silence as he fishes for his car keys, tossing his bag onto the passenger side once obtained. He slips the key into the ignition, the car rumbles awake, and exits the parking lot.
Why is time so fucking sneaky? How could he lose track of it, letting it manipulate him like a ventriloquist? Why didn’t he put on a goddamn alarm?
How could he let his sweet baby boy call seven times and have him wait in long, anticipating rings and leave a dismissive voicemail?
“Damn it,” he hisses as he makes an abrupt left turn, glancing around as he continues down the road. Luckily, there aren’t any people around or cars in the street, so he can be a little reckless as a way to release some tension.
But the downside is that no shop is open. Which means Yoongi can’t buy Jungkook’s treat.
It’s okay. Hhe can still save the night. Jungkook usually stays up during the weekend, so he can make his favorite food, put on a good movie, and fuck his into the mattress until he forgets why he was even mad in the first place.
He’s home in fifteen minutes. Parking into his regular space, Yoongi snatches his bag, closes the door, and locks his car before making his way into the building. By the time he reaches their apartment, punching in his seven-digit code, he’s in by 3.
It’s quiet. Too quiet.
“Jungkook?” Yoongi calls, setting his keys and his bag by the table. He toes off his shoes and makes his way through the apartment. “Baby?”
The kitchen light is on, but Jungkook is nowhere in sight. Two wine glasses were displayed on the counter, one clean, the other clearly used. The wine bottle is halfway empty.
Shit.
The living room seems untouched, controller resting on the coffee table.
The closer he is to their bedroom, he hears faint laughter and background music; the TV is on.
Yoongi’s nerves rumble in his stomach. When he opens the door, he finds Jungkook, under the covers, in deep slumber, and the light from the TV shines on his and the rest of the room.
But what makes the elder’s shoulders drop is finding their purple dildo beside the mattress on the floor. Possibly rolled off when Jungkook tossed and turned.
He was waiting for her. Drinking, probably on an empty stomach, and left to take care of himself.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
😒
Yoongi wakes up in a cold, empty bed.
The sun is shining, but no birds tweet their angelic hymn. As if they were punishing him with silence. Not that he didn’t deserve it.
He finds his phone somewhere in the nest of blankets, frowning when he finds no text from Jungkook. When he’s home, he’s usually the first to wake up and greet him. When out, he’s the first one to text him, appreciate him, and love him endlessly, helping him get started with his day. When they share the day off together, he wakes him with soft kisses, until Yoongi opens her eyes for the first time.
But there’s none of that this sunny morning. So yeah, he’s pissed.
And Yoongi doesn’t blame him.
After about fifteen minutes of scrolling and checking her emails, he climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to wash up. While he was graced to sleep in, he needed to head back to the studio.
If Jungkook were here, he’d take the day off. But after confirming that Yoongi was indeed in an empty house, he could waste time finishing the song instead of wasting time doing nothing.
He dresses in comfy clothes, gathers his things to stuff in his bag, gets his keys, heads out.
When he arrived at the studio, he easily got to work, spending hours filling the rest of the track with countless beats. Fixing, rearranging, cutting, and restarting the process.
It’s a calm day.
Until it wasn’t, because the block returned.
Now, Yoongi’s back in the same position he was in yesterday: frustrated, a chunk of his hair in his hands, glaring back at the computer screen.
Is it the space? Is it the dust? Is it him? Is he the problem?
He slams his hand on top of his phone and picks it up to check.
No notifications. No messages from Jungkook.
He unlocks his phone and sends a quick text.
[Yoongi]:
Hey sweet thing
Are you at work?
He puts it down and continues working.
It’s not long until Yoongi picks it up again to check. Nothing.
Must be busy today at work.
Yoongi sends another text.
[Yoongi]:
Hope you’re taking breaks
And staying hydrated
💋
🥰
I love you
Again, he puts the phone down and continues working, the day dragging on slowly.
Minutes turn to hours; Yoongi barely makes progress. Frustration turns to anger in record time. When he snatches his phone to check for any responses, he sees nothing , and it pisses him off. He’s nearly done with the track, he just needs to bring everything together, make necessary edits, and do a final run through. It shouldn’t be fucking hard, but it is and—why hasn’t Jungkook responded to him yet? What’s going on?
Yoongi huffs and slams his phone down, nearly cracking the screen.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Okay.
He got this. He just…needs water. Yes, he needs to stay hydrated. He needs to eat something. He’s hangry.
He takes a thirty-minute break, heading to the cafeteria upstairs to grab something simple and quick. Yoongi grabs a sandwich and some fruit to go along with his water. Something decent for now.
It doesn’t cross his mind to check his phone, needing a small cleanse from any thoughts relating to it. He focuses on stuffing his face before heading back to the studio. Yoongi does feel better after an hour, patience at an all-time high, and focused.
The day rolls by. The clock hits six, he’s still working through this last portion, trying to figure out the best transition. The sooner he figures that out, he can put it all together, edit, and send it to the team for approval.
He’s almost there. His mind races to the vision of pressing send on that fucking email; he’s so close.
And then, another block.
Yoongi’s fed up at this point, slamming his fists on the table, cursing under his breath as he fingers the backspace key, not in a good way.
What could he possibly be missing?
What’s even more frustrating is that Jungkook hasn’t responded to his texts. Normally, Yoongi would leave him be; being a grad student while working a highly demanding job can take a toll on a person. As much as he hates not talking to him throughout the day, he’d rather have him focus on him studies. The sooner he gets through the day, the more time Jungkook will have to himself.
He just…misses him.
Yoongi leans against his chair, letting his eyes slip closed.
He hopes Jungkook responds soon.
😏
He did it.
After seven full hours. The track’s complete.
All Yoongi has to do now is edit and send it.
His phone buzzed at 7. His first text from Jungkook was at 6:30.
[Baby Bun]:
Where are you
[Yoongi]:
Sorry
I’m in the studio
Been here since this morning
[Baby Bun]:
Kk
[Yoongi]:
Are you ok?
Did you eat?
[Baby Bun]:
On my way to you
[Yoongi]:
Wonderful
See you soon love
😘
Yoongi’s excited and relieved that he got a response. He’s a little skeptical, but he can ignore it, especially when his baby is on his way.
When he arrives, Yoongi doesn’t hear the sound of the keypad beeping from every punch, nor does he hear the sound of the door opening and clicking shut. He doesn’t hear Jungkook’s heels clacking on the wooden floor as he makes his way over to his boyfriend.
But he does feel his presence, his arms wrap around his shoulders as he pulls his back against the cushion. The strong smell of elegance and peaches melts on his tongue. It’s enough to make Yoongi’s eyes flutter close, and slam the spacebar to halt all production.
“Mmn,” he hums, almost like a purr, rumbling in his throat. He tilts his head up, pressing his nose against his cheek before trailing down to his neck to drown in the source, far enough that her headphones slip out of his ears, buds hitting the edge of the desk.
A clack that is usually concerning, but he doesn’t care; his baby is here.
His scent is sweet and so alluring, it stirs their body, releasing him from the shackles that bind him to his desk, this fucking computer.
“Baby,” he greets throatily.
“Hi lovely,” Jungkook says, oh, so sweetly. His hair sways against his cheek, tickling her skin. “You alright? Have you eaten?”
“Had a light lunch,” he said, leaving pepper kisses on his neck until he reached his lips. Jungkook entertains him for now, giving him a light peck on his lips . “How are you? Did you have a good day?”
Jungkook hums. “Busy, but it wasn't bad. I was with Jimin-ssi today.”
“Oh, you had a day-oh….”
Oh indeed. He looks fucking hot. His baby wears a calm touch of makeup; , mascara and blush popping like no other. Dressed in a black scheme, his arms covered in a rough jean jacket, his chest covered with a jet black jumpsuit that easily tucks in black shorts that compliment his frame nicely. The jacket only reaches halfway, Jungkook’s delicious waist presents it’s beautiful curve. Buckled with a shiny piece of Calvin Klien metal, his firm thighs shy behind net leggings, with his boots ending a beautiful touch. Jungkook reaches to comb through his short hair, a fresh buzzcut on the sides.
All for Yoongi to admire.
God, how did he get so lucky?
“What did you guys do today?” Yoongi asks, eyes wide, shining up at his boyfriend as if he were a demi god bestowing a great gift. were a
Which he is: his presence and inclusion in his life are the greatest gift.
“We did some shopping,” He unhooks his arms and places his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, slowly trailing down to his chest. His fingers gently pressed on the flesh. It’s almost as if he’s teasing. “Bought some new outfits.”
“You didn’t take any pictures?” He asks, pouting. He would love to see his baby in cute clothing. Or any piece of clothing. Jungkook is hot with anything he wears. Shit, he could dress himself in a garbage bag and look hot.
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You’re never a bother, baby.”
“I know, but I knew you’d be working. I know how… important this is for you.”
“Nothing is more important than you.” He says sincerely.
Jungkook’s gaze is immediately on him. Eyes wide, innocent, and…intense.
Very. Intense.
“Is that so?”
Oh.
Well. What a light and…chilling response.
“Of course.” He assures, reaching for his hands to hold. “Always.”
“…Hm.” He leaves it at that.
It’s a simple word, and yet, Yoongi feels like there are millions of them behind it.
Jungkook says nothing else, just pats his chest before making his way to the couch. As Yoongi twirls his chair towards him, his eyes dart to his ass, defined in the shorts. The hem of the shorts sits perfectly under the curve of his bottom, forming the perfect melon shape from every step taken. The power Jungkook holds is truly an outer body experience and Yoongi wants every bit of it. He confidence, his outfit, they capture his devilish form, defined and slender, enough to trap anyone in his little web; the little predetor that he is.
A spider dressed as an innocent little bunny when he needs to feed.
Fuck, Yoongi’s getting hard in his pants.
“Go on, hyung,” Jungkook motions as he takes his seat, crossing one leg over the other. “Finish what you were doing. I’ll be here, and when you’re done, we’ll go home and have dinner. I’m starting to get hungry.”
He nods and does as he’s told, gathering his headphones. “We can go out tonight.”
“Don’t want to. I want hyung to make me dinner.” his suggestion comes out a little sassy, ending it with a dollop of sweetness.
“But hyung wants to treat you.”
“Really…”
Yoongi pauses and looks back at her.
Again, Jungkook looks at him with a blank expression. Eyes wide and too focused. Sharp. Patiently waiting.
Again, this feeling.
“Really? You want to treat me?”
His tone is pointing. His grin remains, foot rocking up and down over his knee.
“How kind of you, hyung.”
Yoongi hasn’t felt this nervous since the early days of their relationship, itching to hold Jungkook, to kiss him, treat him like the prince he is. Not that he doesn’t do these things, but he’s way more confident than he was years ago.
And yet, it feels like Yoongi missing something. Something important.
It’s not his birthday. Not their anniversary. His exams aren’t near. He didn’t get a promotion…
“Baby…” He starts, dragging his tongue across his lips. “Is something wrong?”
Jungkook tilts his head. “Why would something be wrong?”
Yoongi blinks. “I don’t know, I feel like you’re feeling something. I’m not sure if you’re upset or trying to tell me something.”
Jungkook hums. “Do you think something is wrong? Do you think something happened?”
He does think. Nothing comes up and shakes his head.
Jungkook stares. “You sure?”
Wow, it’s…it’s a little hard to breathe–Is the AC not on? There’s no reason for him to feel gentle beads of sweat. He combs his fingers through his hair, styling it to the side. “I think so?”
Fuck, his voice cracks, and his throat is dry. Why is it so dry? He downed a bottle of water a little bit ago.
Jungkook just smiles. “Then we’re good.”
“Are you sure??”
“If you say there’s nothing wrong, then nothing’s wrong.” The younger cocks her chin towards the screen. “Now get back to work.”
He’s hesitant, but Yoongi turns back to his desk and continues working.
He can’t seem to focus, now with the elephant lingering in the studio. His brain splits in two, trying to focus on editing and figuring out what the fuck happened. Yoongi isn’t sure if Jungkook is still pisssd about last night. Again, wouldn’t blame him if he were, Yoongi would too. But he seems….decent.
He glances at him; Jungkook gives him a small smile. No pout in sight.
If that’s the case…everything is fine, right? Yoongi shouldn’t worry about it so much. His baby seems content sitting there, all nice and pretty. With a streak of new motivation, Yoongi continues working, gently shoving down the worry until it’s barely noticeable.
It’s insane how far an hour takes him. He’s nearly done with edits. He’s close to sending this to production. He won’t have to worry about this for a bit. He can go home with his baby.
The beat cuts after reaching the next section. He huffs. He wished he were done with this already.
But he can do it. Yoongi just needs to push through, even if bittersweet.
Jungkook notices Yoongi’s mood souring by the minute. His sweet, angelic voice is light. “Everything okay, baby?”
“Yeah.” He responds flatly. “Peachy.”
Jungkook giggles.
More silence. The same beat fills his brainbrain by the hour. Yoongi’s hand slowly clenches over the mouse, but continues to click away.
He then hears a sound; a different one. One that’s completely output. The faint sound of leather crunches in the space, followed by a soft moan.
It’s like a form of hypnosis. Yoongi’s head snapped to where the sound came from.
And his jaw fucking drops.
He finds Jungkook leans deeply on the couch, legs spread wide, belt unbuckle and drooping on each side of his hips. His eyes filled with a hint of lust and a shine of mischief, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slow, chubbing in his grip. He stares directly at Yoongi, releasing a gentle sigh, thickness twitching to life from direct contact.
The jacket discarded on the floor, revealing his amazing tattoo sleeve and his firm muscles that he loves to hold onto during the day he lets his baby fuck him.
Yoongi presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes roaming down his body, drinking in the sexiness of it all. His hands now on the arm of the chair, gripping onto the cushion before rising to his feet to stalk his prey.
Jungkook sends the most chilling glare that freezes Yoongi in place.
“Who said you could get up?” His tone is scolding. “Who told you to stop working? ”
Yoongi blinks, completely taken aback.. “Uh…”
“Sit back down and finish.” He says with no room for further discussion.
Wha–How can he continue working when Jungkook looks so… Stunning? Breath-taking? Ethereal?
The demon trapped in the shackled cage is jiggling the locks; it is very easy for it to free itself and possess Yoongi. But with Jungkook looking at him like that, the shackles feel firm and unbreakable, as if made of obsidian. He releases a huff of breath, unaware that he was keeping it in, and slowly sinks back into the chair.
Jungkook continues stroking his dick, even slower this time. His fingers spread out, circling and tightening enough for some effect. He does this more as Yoongi watches, his tongue slowly making its appearence to unintentionally lick his lips; a habit developed every time he finds Jungkook doing something that’s such a turn on.
The younger’s other hand slowly travels its way up to his chest, eeach fingertip takes its sweet time feeling his over the layer, familiarizing each piece of flesh, sending small electric shivers over his tits when he finds his nipples. But he doesn’t last too long; he eventually makes his way down to his stomach, pressing against the flat surface, slowly expanding and deflating. It’s captivating to watch. Yoongi’s eyes darken, half-lidded from the sight.
The chains rattle like a snake, yet the stone walls are tall and mighty.
One hand travels back up to his chest, a firm grip on his tit before releasing them. A calm jiggle before stilling, enjoying the moment. And yet, Jungkook’s expression is serious, and it’s giving Yoongi fucking whiplash, because what is he supposed to say? How can he respond when he looks so good ?
“Don’t pay attention to me. Go on.”
“But,” he pauses, his fingernails gripping the leather. “Baby–”
“Ah—” Jungkook tuts. “You came into the studio for a reason, right? After all, this is way more important to you than anything else–”
“That’s not true,” Yoongi defends. “Not true at all.”
“Oh?” Jungkook’s eyebrow jerks upward. “Are you sure about that?”
“This is not more important than anything else. Never more important than you, darling.”
Jungkook turns away and just scoffs into a chuckle. His smirk is soft.
“Interesting to hear you say that, since you didn’t come home at the time you promised last night,” he says simply.
Yoongi sighs, resolve breaking as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
There’s the elephant.
“Since you promised me to make me a delicious meal, enjoy a movie together…” Jungkook’s voice comes out bored, but behind those words was a trail of poison, ready to take its first victim. The hand on his chest gently strokes the surface of his nipple, while the other hand picks up some pace, moving his hand to the tip. A tear of precum leaks from its meatus, his cock hardened fully from his light ministrations. “And fucked me the way I needed to be.”
“Babe–”
“I was waiting for hours , you know,” he interrupts, tone still calm and venomous. “I can’t remember how many times I came and still was so pent up for you. I ached for you , and you didn’t come home. I waited, and waited until I couldn’t stay awake. I hoped you’d walk through that door as my eye slowly blinked closed, but you didn’t. I was really looking forward to spending time with you. I missed you, even if we live together.”
Yoongi frowns. Guilt just joined the conversation, and it's eating him alive. He felt bad finding him in the scene described; snuggled under the covers, lips pouty, hair disheveled, and the dildo discarded near the bed. He can imagine Jungkook begging for him while the toy thrusts in and out of him, hoping for Yoongi to come home soon so he could finish the job.
So he could cuddle him after, sharing the sweetest kisses between them, feeling their love deepen.
They could have had that. But Yongi fucked it up.
“Jungkookie….” The elder calls him softly. “I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want your apology,” he snaps weakly back at Yoongi. “You’re going to sit here, turn around, and go back to work until you’re done, and we’re going to go home, order takeout, and go to sleep .”
“But–”
“Nope.”
“Jungkook–”
“The only thing I want to hear is the sound of your keyboard. Meanwhile, I’m going to be doing my own thing. Now turn around, hyung. The sooner you get this done, the sooner we can go home and sleep. And only sleep.”
Yoongi sighs and swivels his chair back to his desk.
“I don’t want you turning around for any reason, unless you’re going to pee or sneezing,” he specified.
“So, what, you’re just going to sit there in silence? We both know how bored you’re going to be.”
He hears Jungkook chuckle. “Trust me, baby, boredom will not have me tonight.”
Yoongi jerks his head in a tilt, a neck twitch. His fingers flex over the keyboard before shoving the earbuds back into his ears. He can’t possibly work in the headspace he’s in, knowing his baby is boiling inside from his actions, especially looking so fierce on his couch?
Every time he tries to turn just a bit, Jungkook reprimands him. Every single time, and it hurts. It hurts not to be given permission to see the love of his life, forced to be glued to the desk, forced to work.
Yoongi supposes he could thank him for forcing him to get work done. It’s the best thing for him right now;it’s enough to get him back into the groove. It’s still a little difficult now that Jungkook presence is strong, but he can make due.
Until a long moment of grinding, lots of rewinds, cuts, and modifications. Lots of repeats.
Once the beat cuts, Yoongi’s back straightens as he hears one of the filthiest moans behind him.
At first, he thought Jungkook was stretching big, but he hears another, mixed with something pressing and wet.
Squelching. The sweet scent of musk and peaches…
Oh.
The hairs on Yoongi’s arms stand, lips parting, tongue gliding through for moisture to his chapped lips. A soft gasp escapes through them, and immediately yanks on the cord to pull both earbuds out as he turns around.
His jaw drops yet again.
Just imagine your baby. You’re sweet, sweet babe, with legs spread wide, showing every part of him. The perfect angle of one foot settled on the edge of the couch, while the other rested on top of the back cushion, body pressed comfortably on the fine leather. You’re getting a view of his glistening hole, filled with his favorite butt plug, his cock , coated with his precum and excess lube he carried around with him. His sweet essence, spreading around the light folds of his ball sac to squeeze and fondle, up to his cock again. Rubbing the palm around the tip, thumbing over the slit. His delicate fingers gripping onto the butt plug before slowly pulling out to finger himself, knuckles deep and spreading wide. It’s enough to slowly arch his back off the fine leather, but not enough to keep him bowed.
The sweet tunes that escape his lips are light and needy. Yoongi’s moan is enough to capture Jungkook’s attention. His soft, wide, glossy eyes turn harsh in a matter of seconds.
“Get back to work.”
His tone is enough to set Yoongi in motion.
He isn’t sure if spacial sound in the studio makes the squelnching more audible as his fingers rub and press into his hole.
It’s eating him alive, and it pisses him off . He feels like he’s in the corner, facing the wall for talking back or eating dessert before dinner. If he moved an inch, a scolding would wait for him.
So this was Jungkook’s true intention: to avenge and become Yoongi’s consequence. He doesn’t want to fucking work. He wants to watch his baby fall into ecstasy. And yet, he refused to let him move an inch.
So yeah. He’s pissed.
“I don’t see you working.” Jungkook comments, slightly breathless.
Yoongi groans, rolling his neck. “Baby, please.”
“I don’t hear you tippy-tapping.”
“Please, I’m sorry.”
“You should have thought of that before putting work before me. Now keep working.”
“Can we just talk this out?”
“We both know your version of talking isn’t really talking , hyung.”
He bites into his lower lip.
“I know you’re still mad about last night,” he starts.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I just think-”
“I don’t care about what you think.”
Yoongi fingers twitch against the mouse. “Baby, please–”
Jungkook huffs. “You’re ruining my me time.” The squelching stops. “Keep this up, and you’ll never feel this ass for a long time. Is that what you want?”
Now, normally, Yoongi can maintain his emotions very well. Between the two of them, Jungkook carries the title.
But tonight, the elder’s patience is extremely thin. His heart is racing, filled with the need to eat him alive, hands twitching and all.
He had to chuckle.
Oh, Jeon Jungkook… sweet, little bratty baby.
After a soft comb through his hair, Yoongi sits up to shove an earbud in his left ear and continues working.
It’s silent between them until the soft squelch returns.
He eats away more of Yoongi’s focus the more Jungkook touches himself, more of his moans ring through the space; the sexy tune that Yoongi wants to hear for eternity.
Each chain surrounding the cell snaps off, and the demon bangs on the bars as they drop. The heat inside boils in his veins, pooling down below. It’s enough to make him clench his legs together before spreading them, losing more focus on the music, more on his sweet moans.
His imagination begins to wander: Jungkook on his knees, skin flushed, tits bouncing from each thrust by Yoongi’s cock. His eyes glossed, pleading Yoongi for more, gagging around the shaft, moaning around each time the elder presses the tip deep in his throat while Jungkook’s fingers thrust deep in his ass.
How easily he’d fall apart from each pounding force, scratching the deepest parts of him. How red his ass would be from each piercing slap; punishment for such naughty behavior. It’s golden.
“Y-You’re not working,” Jungkook breathes, clearly affected. His fingers continue motion, too horny to stop.
“How can I, when my baby sounds so good?” Yoongi says.
Bait. He’s adding bait and tossing the hook into the water. It’s the only way he can get out of this. The only way to convince Jungkook to stop this little charade. While his screen is black from falling asleep, he can see the younger’s reflection clearly, finding his fingers still at work from making himself full.
“How can I when my baby sounds so sexy?”
Jungkook moans from the praise, shivering the more he opens up, mixed with a whine of slight frustration.
“I can taste how wet you are,” Yoongi says, leaning back into the chair. “Feel how much deeper you want to be, to reach somewhere special.”
Fuck , his fingers thrust faster, lips part slightly; the calling of his name resting at the tip of it.
“But I know you can’t. You need help, don’t you?”
Jungkook falls quiet, fingers halting.
The fish is circling the hook.
“I can give it to you,” he continues. “I can give you all that you need, baby. Just let hyung see.”
Yoongi finds Jungkook on screen, legs wide, fingers resting deep inside. His moans are dying to soft whimpers, to soft breathing, gasping a bit, the more he pinches his nipples for bits of stimulation.
“Y-you need to work…” he barely whispers, tone hinting desperation.
Yoongi hands travel up and down his body, resting over the tent in his pants, slowly rubbing the palm of his hand for some kind of relief. . “The work will get done, baby. You don’t need to worry about that. What we need to worry about is you.”
Again, Jungkook stops. His facial expression is kind of mesh together, but it’s enough to make out him pouty, dreamy look; eyes sparkling from the focus on him. Knowing that Yoongi wants him, wants to touch him all over.
“…M-me?”
Gotcha.
“All of you.” Yoongi assured, tilting his head as he continues to look at the dim reflection. “Gotta make sure you feel nice and full, yeah? You want that, don't you?”
Jungkook whimpers. his fingers slowly begin pumping in and out..
“Yeah,” Yoongi hums. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for me, baby.”
“H-hyung…” he moans softly, fingers spreading into a ‘v’ shape to present all of him. Another set of fingers that focused on his tits quickly travel below, gathering the lube used with a flick before rubbing over the slit of his cock. Jungkook leans his head back to take a sharp breathe.
Yoongi presses his fingers against the shaft. “Look at you. You look so beautiful. So gorgeous. My gorgeous baby, aren’t you?”
Jungkook gasps, rolling his eyes back the more he rubs the bud. “Y-yes.”
“Wanna watch you cum. Wanna make you cum. Come on, baby, let me see you.”
“ Please ,” Jungkook gives in. “Please make me cum, please– ”
Jungkook moans louder from the sudden lips around the cockhead. . Yoongi was already turned and off his ass, grabbing onto his thighs to keep them spread and sucks . Jungkook’s lower half jerks against him hyung’s face, taking in a shaky breath before lying back against the couch.
His pleas to God are clear. Pleasure has possessed him the more Yoongi works his mouth, licking fat stripes against the shaft before making his way back to the tip. Circling his tongue around the sponge, he brings half into his mouth to continue sucking vigorously. It makes Jungkook tilt his head back, gripping a side of his hair the more he fills his mouth of his baby’s dick, drinking precum that seep through,while his fingers make home inside. Pumping his fingers deep inside, rubbing the pad against a special spot that he’s tried so hard to reach.
Jungkook arches, unable to hold back his moans the more Yoongi devours him. It’s these moments that makes them feel thankful for the noise cancellation in here, otherwise, they’d be screwed; Jungkook can’t keep his voice down for shit, no matter what the incentive is.
His moans drag, slowly going high-pitched the more Yoongi blows him. He takes and takes, not letting up, no matter how much the younger squirms. . He gently scratches his scalp in an attempt to push him away. But Yoongi doesn’t budge; he presses his face further in until his entire length settles in his throat, swallowing around it. He bats Jungkook’s hand away from his whole to replace with his own, fucking, curving his fingertips against his prostate, and sucks .
Jungkook doesn’t have time to warn Yoongi, he cums. Hard Humping into his face, his voice trapped in his throat.. Jungkook’s eyes are screwed tight, pure white static hides behind them as he fills Yoongi’s mouth with thick loads of cum.
And yet, Yoongi still doesn’t let up. He continues his harsh ministrations until he pulls his baby’s voice out of him.
“ Oh, Goo~d ” Jungkook gargles out, pressing his head into the cushion as he teeters to overstimulation. “ Fuck ,Y-Yoongi…!!” he pleads, hips jerking into his mouth, deepthroating inconsistently. “I-I need a break!”
Finally, Yoongi does picks his head up from his lovely prison. Smirking down at Jungkook as he swallows his cum, and licks his shaft clean.
“Cute…” he says, voice deep. “So fucking cute…”
Despite catching his breath, Jungkook manages to present a tiny smile to him love. “Y-you’re cuter…”
Yoongi’s smirk grows, and his shakes his head. “No darling,” he spreads his legs to lean close.
“It’s cute that you think you’ll be getting a break anytime soon.”
♥️
Jungkook lost track of how many times he came after the first.
It’s as if the predator was starved for days, desperate for a droplet of one of the Earth’s greatest gifts in its natural valley springs. As if the predator chased far and wide for its prey, jumping through a path filled with spikes and sinkholes. Moments when they were so close to biting their leg. In an attempt to prevent further escape, the smallest thing, as small as a pebble, brings them ten steps back, while their prey is ten steps forward. The delicious taste of victory as they drool over the flesh, a devilish smirk, ready to pounce and take what’s theirs.
Here lies Jungkook, flat on his front, ass raised high, getting fucked every inch of his life. The rest of his clothes discarded somewhere in the studio, his hole sucks Yoongi’s cock deep inside, taking the harsh thrusts, pounding into him as if attempting to put him in the ground. His cheeks pure red from intense spankings earlier that’s led Jungkook spiraling into pleasure, cumming on the floor. It’s everything he’d hope for, everything he needed tonight.
His waist supported by Yoongi’s large, veiny hands, his eyes glued to the sight of his cock, absored by the frothing mixture of lube and cum, plunging in an out of him. He lets go of one side to deliver another piercing slap that bounces around the space, making Jungkook wail, falling deeper into pain-pleasure.
Each smack grows harsher. It burns under his palm and on Jungkook’s skin; a deep red imprint on both sides. A faint crescent shape from his fingernails claimed the flesh that belonged to him.
Smack, after smack. Each time, Jungkook’s body jerks in Yoongi’s hold, digging his nails into the tile and throws his ass back into his cock, meeting his thrusts, trying to take him deeper despite already meeting the base. Still, seeing Jungkook work so hard to please and make him feel good always warms his heart.
“Good boy,” Yoongi’s praise is rough like gravel yet, it pulls Jungkook in a further trance; a good, warm space that’s he’s been waiting for. A siren’s call to ecstasy. “Taking it so well.”
The younger shivers from the praise.
God, he missed this, he missed him . He wanted nothing more than to be good for Yoongi. He wanted him to touch all over, use Jungkook for his pleasure without a care. He knows Yoongi’s love is the opposite, overwhelmingly sweet. But right now, he wants Yoongi to push him to his limits.
And Yoongi will happily oblige; he couldn't wait to get his hands on his babes. If there’s an opportunity to feel his beautiful body, his curves, holding onto his tiny waist, his lips attached to his nips, nibbling and sucking on the areolas until he’s left a squirming, whimpery mess, he’ll fucking take it. He enjoys the taste of him, the sound of him; his entire being is motivating enough for him.
He’s obsessed, completely devoted to him; his only follower.
His love is his shrine, dedicated to offering anything he desires. In return, he treats him exactly how he deserves…
To be filled with love and ardor.
“Hmm!” A loud, muffled moan. Jungkook’s hands quickly move under his frame, clenching into weak fists, eyes rolling back as he feels an intense shock of pleasure. He eyes flutter close, basks in the stinging sensation. The weakened volcano that subtly fills, pleasure pooling in his center.
Some days, Jungkook loves it when Yoongi treats him with utmost tenderness. He loves hearing his praises and love for him, how easily he falls apart from the lightest touches, like tender meat off a bone. But he also loves the other side of the coin; he craves his harshness, craves the weight of his hand around his neck, feel each strike for his own benefit rather than Jungkook’s; Those same hands wrap around his hips, pinning him down to ravish him, or pulling back to meet his powerful thrusts, making him fall apart the best way he knows how.
He feels his thighs forced to spread wider, Yoongi’s thrusts kick-start to a more erratic rhythm. His cum leaks under the shaft, down to his balls, tickling the younger, turning im on even more.
“H-hyung,” Jungkook mewls, the direct abuse on his prostate is overwhelming.
“Fuck, m’cumming again.” Yoongi digs his nails into the flesh, tilting his head back, chasing this delicious feeling. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Shit,”
“Y-yes, yes, yes, fuck , want it–I-I want it— AH !”
Jungkook curls into himself in the midst of his shout, both cumming yet again. Bits of semen add on the pool below him, cock twitching harshly from each spurt, while Yoongi burries himself deep in his ass. His cock filling him up all over again. His groans lethal, his grip deathly. It’s heaven.
But it’s not enough. After their moment of rest, Jungkook shakes his ass, a plea for Yoongi to keep going, to fuck him again. His cock throbs inside; seems it happily oblieges.
He starts of slow, pumping in and out, pulling soft groans out of Jungkook. Yoongi hovers over his frame, reaching to grab onto his hair before tugging it back.
“Such a fucking slut,” Yoongi pants in his ear. “Don’t want a break from my dick in you?”
“No break,” Jungkook mewls. “W-want cock–break me.”
Yoongi smirks evily. “As you wish.”
Jungkook screams from the sudden plowing in his ass, chanting ‘ yes’ until vocabulary is mush in his brain.
Sometimes, Yoongi wishes he was born a woman. He wondered what that would be like, how good it will be for the both of them. He would miss his dick for sure; he likes to think they bonded really well. But he always wondered the levels of pleasure he could give to Jungkook. He knows he’d do well and can please his baby even more. He wants to unlock every fantasy Jungkook thinks about and craves, and make it a reality.
But maybe the universe made him a man for a reason. Perhaps it’s because he pleases men so well; a little too well, especially when pleasing the love of his life. He would be even more dangerous if he were to be born with a dick; he’d be instaiable.
He smirks just thinking about it. A dangerous one indeed. What a thrill.
His plot halts from Jungkook’s sudden clench around his dick. He pounds into him once, winded and sweaty. Realizing he still has his hoodie on, Yoongi struggles to take it off before throwing it somewhere behind him. His eyes close from the draft cooling him down; his body glistening in a thick layer of sweat. He starts grinding into the younger, enjoying the sound of his choked moans, feeling his baby jerk repeatedly.
Jungkook shudders and drops his head to the floor, without a care of hitting his forehead. It’s amazing how affected he is by every motion, how much he craves for Yoongi to make him reach the clouds again. It’s borderlines immense need .
He turns his head enough to face him to shake his ass again, hoping to entice him to do more. It’s enough to capture his attention; eyes darkening from the fat, juicy cheeks rippling with such precision. Juicy like peaches, sweet like cream.
The hand on Jungkook’s head slips to the small of his back, down to the globes to knead one. His eyes close momentarily, pausing to feel, humming when Yoongi pulls one apart, watching his cock tease inside.
“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi tucks his lower lip betwen his teeth, digging his nails into the flesh before he fucks him with vigor. His caught in his throat, he moved his hips toward him, watching his ass ripple from every connection.
A pace slow and taunting.
“More,” Jungkook pants out. “Come on, more.”
“So demanding,” the elder tsks.
“I can show you demanding if you’d prefer.”
”you think that’ll get you anywhere?”
“Maybe. One way or another it will.”
“Interesting take, but I don’t take orders from bratty little things that believe they’ll get what they want like that.”
Dismissively, he raises his hand far enough to drop a harsh smack on his bottom. The burn instant, his ears ring from how loud Jungkook yelps. He does it again, again, and again, until his baby trembles, clenching around him like an anaconda capturing its prey. “And here I thought you were going to be good for me.”
“I-I am! I do!” Jungkook struggles out.
“Oh, but my good boy would never demand me to do something. He knows when to be patient,” Yoongi’s hand smacks onto his ass once more before reaching for his cock, semi-hard yet limp between his legs.
No matter how restless he is, it does nothing; Yoongi takes his time with him. Pulls him apart, string by string. He’s yearning for him to go all out. Devour him.
Slowly, it’s getting overwhelming, nerves heightened, another pending orgasm coils. Jungkook moans turn breathless and high-pitch as his orgasm draws near. His eyebrows pinch together, tongue flicking against his lips as he chases this delicious feeling.
Before he could plead, Yoongi pulls out, his cock smack onto his lower belly, tip red and leaking. It’s amazing how hard he is after how many ejaculations? Four? Five? And yet, his cock twitches as if he was barely touched.
Then again, he’s not surprised; it’s the Jungkook effect after all.
“Hyung!”
“Yes, sweetheart?” He answers with such innocence.
Jungkook supports his body up with his hands to turn his head enough to see him. His eyes glossed in lust and desperation, cheeks flushed down to his chest. His short hair completely frizzed out from the sexiness, sweat, and heat between them. Yoongi sees it all and can’t help but giggle inside while his expression remains bold and naive.
“Hyung!” he whines.
“What is it, Kookie?” Yoongi gently settles him down until his body presses against the ground.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a break,” he says simply, reaching to stroke his cock with leisure. “You were fucked nice and well for the past hour, no? I think I deserve a break.”
“B-but not how I want it,” Jungkook slaps his hand on the ground, pouting. “I want more!”
“I'm not going to give you more with that attitude.” Yoongi stops. “I will continue to take my time. Who knows, maybe I’ll stop entirely and go back to work.”
Jungkook doesn’t know which is worse: the teasing or none at all. He rolls his hips to chase the pleasure, but whines when Yoongi pulls back.
“Good boys know how to ask nicely and properly.” he reminds, calm and patient.
Annoyance fills Jungkook’s veins and arousal heightens his nerves; if Yoonji won’t please him, then he’ll have to take matters into his own hands. He’s much stronger than Yoongi, he could flip him over until on top and take him where he lays. Fuck himself on his cock until satisfaction.
Fuck, yes, Jungkook’s cock twitches from the idea.
But Yoongi’s always a step ahead of him.
As soon as Jungkook pushes him up to move his legs between his sides, Yoongi’s hand grips the nape and forces him to lay back on the ground, leaving him in a perfect arch. He hovers over the younger, pressing his hips against his ass, rubbing his cock against his used hole.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know the tricks up your sleeve, baby boy?” His voice is taunting and sweet. “Let me guess, you were going to manhandle me and take my cock for yourself, weren’t you?” Jungkook groans in frustration. It makes the elder chuckle. “Such an impatient little thing…Did you forget what you have to do?” Yoongi slowly grinds against him, the shaft curved, sliding passed the first ring before pulling out. “Ask nicely and beg for it. Or we can pack up now and go home. Wash up and go to sleep .”
Jungkook’s whines are gentle, and all fight in him is gone. Trapped under, hearing his boyfriend’s angelic voice. Yoongi knows going home and sleeping was nothing but a ploy to torture him, but he knows well enough that all of his silly little plans will backfire.
It’s cute, honestly, seeing the younger try to one-up him. He’d give him moments on a good day, but tonight, Yoongi’s too riled up to play nice anymore.
The hand on the back of his neck moves to his head, grabbing a chunk of his hair to yank back. Jungkook releases a mewl, tucking his soft fists into his chest.
“Come on,” he says in his ear, voice deep and suave. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to feel me deep in you, fucking you just right? Don’t you want to cum?”
“ Yes ~!” He tries to move his hips into him, but doesn’t move much; it’s difficult in this position.
“Then ask for it. Beg for it,” he commands.
He can’t help but shiver under him, a thick stream of precum lands on the floor. His mind grates to a fuzzy place. A place that’s energized in want and unlocks that vault of pleasure for hours on end.
A place where he’d be loved and taken care of by the love of his life.
“P-please,” he begs weakly. “P-please fuck me, hyung. W-want your cock deep inside. Y-you said you’d take good care of me…won’t you make me feel good? I-I promise I’ll be good for you, do anything you want me to do. All for you. Please?”
Desperate. Look at him, he’s twitching. Convulsing around nothing.
Yoongi tilts his head to the side to take in all of him. His movements are relentless now, the white-burning pleasure awakens his nerves. Jungkook’s pouty lips break into a perfect ‘o’, eyes locked to his baby.
“Yeah? You want to be good?”
Jungkook tries to nod with Yoongi’s grip on his hair. “W-wanna be good. Wanna be your good boy.”
Yoongi hums, it almost comes out as a purr. “My good boy” Jungkook moans from the sweet praise. “You sound so nice for unnie…”
He pulls back enough to position his dick to the entrance, pressing the head through the first ring. Once settled in position, Yoongi rests his front on his back, slithering his arms around his abdomen, close to his ear once more.
“But you’ll sound even better for daddy , won’t you, love ?”
Jungkook releases the most erotic moan when Yoongi presses inside. His head drops above his gently-clenched fists as the elder pulls out and presses further in, stretched and deeper. “ Unh–D-daddy !”
“That’s it,” Yoongi growls when he’s fully nuzzled inside, tilting one hand to knead into one of his pecs. He doesn’t waste another second. Combing his fingers through his damp hair, away from his flushed expression, he pulls all but the tip and snaps his hips into him. Yoongi pulls out and thrusts back in, again, again, and again, until he keeps rhythm; fucking him in reckless abandon. “That’s fucking it, love,”
The sound of squelching is immediate. Skin slapping against skin, hole sopping wet, essence tugging and pooling around his dick.
Jungkook can’t hold back his moans even if he wanted to. Even if he bit down on his tongue or bottom lip, it won’t last.
But Yoongi doesn’t care. He wants him to scream louder, wants to hear every single note, watch him fall apart over and over, take every single piece of him.
The longer he reclaims what’s his.
Yoongi’s fingers press around his tit, trying to find his nipple to tease further. He pinches and rolls it between his index and middle fingers enough to send shocks through his chest. It feels too good, it’s too much. Knees skit against the tile, hands quickly plastering on the surface to hold on.
The more he pounds, angling directly into that fucking spot, the more he plays with his nipples, Jungkook’s moans turn high-pitch. His lips part enough for drool threatening to trail down his chin.
And Yoongi, oh, Yoongi… his fingers dig into the flesh, tugging and pinching his nipple as if he was trying to milk him. His grunts are soft, barely audible as his face is tucked into the back of Jungkook’s neck. His teeth graze against skin, taking his own breaths as he loses composure, the dam is completely obliterated.
“Fuck,” He pants before licking his neck. “So tight,”
“T-tight for d-daddy…F-feels good –ah–” Jungkook breathes, trying to conjure words, but it’s rather difficult when your boyfriend is fucking you relentlessly.
“That’s right, just for daddy.”
Abruptly, Yoongi unwraps his arms to hold onto his hips, tugging them back to meet. His movements gradually drench in their lubrication, thrusts slow but still consistent. Jungkook rolls his eyes back, tongue lolling between his lips, heavy to manage as he grinds inside him.
It’s as if he’s making a home inside him, the tip kissing where it feels best repeatedly. The sound that comes out of Jungkook is utter bliss, bits of pleasure exploding in his lower belly, down to the soles of his feet, up to his brain, leaving the best tingles.
The scorching center slowly fills again; the orgasm that was ripped away from him before is chasing for release. Jungkook’s breaths slowly stutter, groaning. His hips move on their own, trying to encourage; eager to bring him closer to the edge.
“D-daddy,” Jungkook turns his head in calling. His face coated in a layer of sweat, completely flushed. His eyes are glossed over, possessed by his demon. “D-daddy, wanna cum….p-please.”
“You’re close already?” Yoongi trails his hands down to his ass to touch before slithering up his back, gently squeezing each place for comfort.
Jungkook nods. “B-been thinking of you. C-couldn’t do it on my own–please make me cum. L-love needs d-daddy to fill him up.”
Yoongi shivers. Fuck .
The only survivor of Yoongi’s sanity, that last string, disconnects in a millisecond. The pulsing heat in his lower stomach ignites through his entire body, it’s rejuvenating. Jungkook looks wrecked, but Yoongi is no better; his cheeks just as red, body fucking burning.
His demon bulldozes its way out of its dungeon.
Jungkook yelps from being manhandled to his side and from the sudden leg lift. He didn’t even feel Yoongi pull out of him. He bends his leg, pushing toward his body to make room before sliding back in, burying himself deep inside. It doesn’t take long for him to continue where he left of; grinding deep, rubbing in every angle until he finds his prostate, sudden instinct to press his head further to the ground as lets out a cry. It entices Yoongi to snap his hips into him.
If it’s not the sounds of desires, whatever he says goes over Yoongi’s head, eyes focus on his voluptuous body, watching his dick fuck in and out of him. Soft, red crescent marks spread out, his chocolate, sensitive nipples following the flesh from each bounce. Still trapped between the tight dress shirt that is now stained with sweat and dust.
God, he wants to rip it wide open. Watch them bounce more freely. His mouth is filled with drool, hungry to have them in his mouth.
And when he looks at his baby, oh , he’s fucked out. His hair long and spread as if he descended from the heavens, eyebrows pinched perfectly. His eyes are closed, he’s barely breathing after releasing a string of sobs.
It’s too much. The pressure rises. The volcano’s erupting.
“C-cumming,” it’s all he can say; the compartment in his brain to form sentences is out of commission. “C-cumming – ”
“Do it.” Yoongi commands. “Cum for daddy.”
Jungkook’s breath hitches, eyes clenched tight. It’s so much. He’s starting to float, as if he’s getting on the tallest ride, reaching the highest peak. Raking up, up, up …
His belly swoops, the coaster crashes down; orgasm exploding. Jungkook shouts Yoongi’s name as he melts to the floor, one hand reaching for his cock to stroke, barely any fluid leaks, but twitches, clenching his hole around his cock like a vice, while the other reaches for his hand to hold.
The volcano erupts.
“ F-fuuuck y es—yes, harder— ” Jungkook’s nails dig into both spaces held. “ P-please don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses.
He can’t remember the last time he had an orgasm this intense. Strong waves of ecstasy in the best place. Yoongi can feel his orgasm buldozing up his urethra, and in a matter of seconds, moans loud enough to make Jungkook jump a little. Thrusting all of his cock into him, Jungkook moans from the fullness, feeling the hot seed filling him up.
Being claimed such a dirty way along with hiw screaming hiw name YOONTI fucking growls. Jungkook’s voice is ragged after countless rounds of intense play, and yet, it’s music to Yoongi’s ears. Ears.
Jungkook’s hands eventually drop to his sides when the feeling starts to simmer. His sobs calm to stuttered breaths the more Yoongi rocks into him.
“Fuck, you looked so hot, love, cumming for daddy so fucking hard, yeah? Tell daddy how you feel.”
Jungkook whimpers, eyes closed, calm, after weeks of holding back, weeks of focus on surviving without his love beside him. It’s fucking bliss.
“G-good…d-daddy, feel good…”
Yoongi eventually ceases all movement and pulls out. He moves to settle his baby’s leg to the ground. His hands rub down his body, gently kneeling the flesh, massaging spots that went through the most tonight.
Jungkook weakly opens his arms for him. A entreaty that Yoongi cannot reject.
Falling into his embrace, he settles ontop of his baby, showering him with kisses before leaving a slow, loving one on his lips. It’s not long before Jungkook opens his mouth to let Yoongi slither his tongue down his throat. He moans in the kiss, spreading his legs to invite him closer.
They kiss for what it seems like hours, but only for long minutes. Finally, Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch his breath and to look at him; To look into his boyfriend.
Nothing but love. Nothing but admiration and…life. Life that only lives for him. With him.
This is exactly where he’d rather be. Barely dressed, laying in their own filth, soaked in their love.
♥️
Yoongi never though he’d miss their bed so much. You’d think after spending hours in the studio and on the floor, it’d be a nice way to stretch the body, but nope. Yoongi’s back nearly gave out on him when they got in the car.
Freshly washed and in a set of pijamas, Yoongi curls into himself under the blankets. He decided to finish the rest of the song on Monday since he’s close to the end. He’ll submit it then, and head home early.
Sleep seems to be calling his name, slowly lulling him to dreamland. Though, he wakes at the sound of the door opening and closing. Jungkook entering in a XXL t-shirt, Yoongi’s XXL t-shirt, waddling to the bed to slide under the covers with him.
“Fuck, my back,” he groans, melting into the mattress. “Who told us fucking on the floor was a good idea, huh?”
Yoongi yawns. “I dunno, felt romantic.”
“I suppose.”
“It was good though.”
“Very. I don’t think we’ve fucked like that in a while. I missed it.”
“Me too.”
After a moment of silence, Jungkook rolls to his side to scooch closer to the elder, wrapping his arms around him. “...Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“Did…did you like your surprise?”
“What was my surprise?”
“You know…the outfit. Me punishing you kind of thing.”
“Hm..” Yoongi turns around to face the younger, keeping himself in his embrace. “I didn’t know it was a surprise for me, but I always enjoy seeing you in a skirt. You were immensely hot tonight.”
Jungkook blushes at the compliment. “It wasn’t supposed to be a surprise, surprise…”
Yoongi looks into his eyes. “Did you plan this visit?”
“...I did.” he nods. “I wanted to get back at you for breaking your promise last night…I know it back fired but…I was really upset.”
Yoongi nods. “I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night. I have no excuse; I didn’t commit to the planned time.”
“I was planning on ignoring you all day, but I was so annoyed. I felt like you were choosing your music over me a-and…I don’t know….I got jealous.” Jungkook mumbles, tracing his fingers over his arm. The softest pout rests on his lips. “I was restless; I felt like I needed to do something to get back at you and get your attention. Jiminie gave me the idea.”
“Of course he did.”
“He helped me get the outfit too.”
Yoongi smirks. “I’m sure he did. You looked amazing in it.”
Jungkook looks into his eyes. He can’t help but smile.
“I really am sorry,” Yoongi speaks low between them. “Don’t ever think music is more important than you. You will always be my top priority. I’ll make sure to do better. The good thing is, your little stunt motivated me to get a lot done, so I won’t have to worry about it until Monday. It’ll be sent by then, and we can spend more time together. I promise you, baby. Okay?”
Jungkook nods. “Okay, unnie.”
Yoongi leans close to leave a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
The night is quiet. Nothing but the sounds of faint breaths between two lovers. A place that Yoongi has missed dearly.
Truly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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