CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, EXPLICIT CONTENT, OVERSTIMULATION, DADDY KINK, & FLUFF
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Jungkook waved goodbye to Rachel before padding to the elevator doors. He wanted to sit with Yoongi for a few moments while he was live for their fans before taking the Bentley home. Jimin and Taehyung had already left around 4 PM to get dinner and head back to Yumin before nightfall. It made Jungkook slightly jealous that they would arrive home to the brunette before him, but, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye to his hyung, the maknae's feet led him back to the fourth-floor studio.
Something in the back of Jungkook's mind longed to see Rachel yet again. He'd spent the entirety of his workday with her stationed at his hip, offering to help him with anything that he needed. That day had been somewhat of a lazy day, filled with answering emails, setting up meetings and future interviews, leaving Jungkook and his hyungs holed up in their studios for hours at a time. Rachel had come into work, even though she wasn't needed, and Sungho had to scramble to find things to keep the girl occupied for her four-hour shift. That led her straight to Jungkook. She'd acted almost as a secretary, a folder clasped against her chest to jot things down for future events and enlistments for the end of the year. It threw him off at first, but eventually, he grew used to her company; even began to enjoy it in the end.
Thinking about Rachel put a faint smile on Jungkook's face as he stepped out of the elevator. In an odd way, she reminded him of Yumin, the thought of his girlfriend tugging his lips further up into a pained grin. He had been working nonstop for weeks, leaving Yumin home alone with the dogs for days at a time and not being able to see her until dark.
He missed her dearly.
Knocking on Yoongi's studio door, he entered the key to unlock it and stepped inside, his hyung swiveling around in his desk chair with raised brows. "Yah, Jungkook-ah. Did you wanna join?" Yoongi's smile was intoxicating, but with a quick glance at his monitor, Jungkook suppressed his emotions and nodded. He pulled his mask down to reveal his face, offering a shy wave to the camera and a smile that made the livestream's chat erupt with little hearts.
"How long do you think you'll stay?" Jungkook murmured, his gaze lifting as Yoongi stood to grab his guitar, strumming a few notes with a nod before settling back down in his chair.
"Half hour, hour maybe." He shrugged, gently plucking at the metal strings of his black guitar and humming to himself. "I'll be home before you guys get dinner, 'kay?"
Jungkook nodded, settling back to spend another 15 minutes or so with his hyung before picking himself back up and exiting the studio with a euphoric goodbye to his fans. His heart fluttered gently against his ribs as his thoughts flitted back-and-forth between his hyungs, his fans, Yumin. Rachel. Rachel shouldn't have been on Jungkook's mind as much as she was, and it was beginning to make him feel guilty. Did he have more than friendly feelings towards her? Or was it simply that Jungkook had gone so long in fear of women that finding another with similar interests and a kind personality made him feel clingy towards their friendship?
Thoughts whirling, Jungkook drove the 40-odd minutes back home to find Jimin seated on the kitchen island, lips intertwined with Taehyung's as the brunet's hands roamed under his oversized white hoodie. "Hyung!" the maknae complained, a toothy smile adorning his face as he shielded his vision from the intimate sight before him. "Not where the food goes!"
"Aw, poor Kookie," Taehyung chortled, nuzzling his head against Jimin's neck and kissing along the underside of his jaw. Despite the younger boy still being present, Jimin couldn't help but moan softly as Taehyung marked his body as his, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being seated on display. Jungkook's hyung pulled away for a quick moment to scan over his body with hungry eyes, pulling Jimin against his chest and lifting him off the island.
"You don't like it when your hyungs are touchy, huh?" Taehyung grinned, drawing his tongue along his inner cheek.
Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, smirking carefully as he eyed the touchy pair. "Not when it's in the middle of the kitchen. Go upstairs!"
"You're lucky I'm busy," the brunet growled playfully, "Or I'd pin you down and remind you who you're talking to."
Jimin threaded his fingers through Taehyung's long, black hair, tugging impatiently as he pressed a delicate kiss on his lips. Taehyung shook his head with a grin, hoisting him safely into his arms and marching upstairs to his bedroom. Jungkook could smell the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air, noticing an open bottle of wine on the counter and two empty glasses. A grin tugged at his plump lips as he cast his eyes aside, listening to the uneven footsteps of Taehyung carrying Jimin down the upstairs hallway, and the pitter-patter of lighter footsteps mingling along with it. As he made his way into the living room, Yumin bounded out of the shadows from the staircase, throwing herself into his arms and nuzzling her face against his chest.
"Hi," she murmured sleepily, draping her arms around his neck. A bright smile tugged at Jungkook's lips as he wrapped his arms securely around her waist, hauling the brunette off the ground and waddling towards the couch. The quiet room was immediately filled with Yumin's joyous giggles, a broad smile adorning her face as Jungkook flipped them over on the couch.
"Did you miss me, angel?" the maknae grinned, peppering Yumin's face with kisses. Yumin nodded, leaning forward to catch Jungkook's upper lip between hers. Her long-desired touch forced a soft groan from his lips as he tightened his grip on her hips. All-day Jungkook had thought about the brunette's hands running over his skin, fisting his hair and whimpering so pliantly against his lips. A chuckle escaped Yumin's throat as she pulled away, straddling his hips and peering down at him with dozy eyes.
"How was work?" she mumbled, drawing her hands across his clothed chest and picking at the scratchy material of his shirt.
"It was fine. Rachel helped me with scheduling for the most part."
Something flickered across Yumin's gaze, her eyes growing misty for a second before she blinked. Jungkook pursed his lips in worry, but before he could question if something was bothering her, she continued the conversation.
"When will Yoongi be home?"
"Why?" the maknae chuckled. "Do you miss him more than me?"
"No!" Yumin flushed, a shy grin adorning her tanned face. Jungkook smiled, leaning forward to peck a kiss against her plump lips. Yumin cupped his face gently, smoothing his bangs away to expose his forehead. "He just normally comes home with you three, but you all came back separately tonight."
"He's fine, angel. Hyung's just going live for a bit, then he'll be home. Have the lovebirds upstairs ordered yet?"
Yumin shook her head, casting her gaze up to the ceiling. Jungkook knew what his two hyungs were doing but didn't want to interrupt them while they were together. He'd have them order dinner later. Settling back against the arm of the couch, Jungkook hugged Yumin against his chest, dragging his hands down the front of her stomach as she turned her head towards the TV. Screen black, she clicked it on and began scrolling through channels in search of something mindless to sit and watch.
After a few minutes, both began to grow restless, tired of sitting still for more than a second. Jungkook pushed himself further down the couch until nothing but his head rested on the arm. Yumin wiggled her hips as she situated herself, pressing back against his pelvis and earning a hushed breath from his throat. Even in the calm atmosphere, Jungkook could feel himself grow helplessly excited with his girlfriend simply seated against his chest. It had been weeks since he'd first slept with Yumin and the brunet was beginning to crave the feeling of their hot skin sticking together.
Slowly, Jungkook slid his hands down the panes of Yumin's stomach, gently gripping her thighs as he stared out at the TV. He could feel Yumin shift under his touch and press back into the couch. Pushing her legs a few inches apart, Jungkook leisurely teased through the material of her shorts, earning a surprised breath from Yumin's throat as she arched her back into his touch.
"Did you miss me that much, kitten?" Jungkook growled softly, biting down on the lobe of her ear. "Hmm?"
Yumin only whimpered, spreading her legs further to give him better access. He'd expected the brunette to be tired after a long day, the clock ticking at almost 10 PM, but instead, she was cuddly and clingy and willing to let him explore her body for the night. Jungkook chuckled softly, breathing hot air down her neck as he slipped his hand inside Yumin's shorts. She immediately arched her back further against his touch, moaning softly as he teased her until she was dripping wet. All for him.
"Fuck, angel," Jungkook groaned, his heart pounding at the sound of her desperate whimpers. Yumin began to circle her hips against his hand, letting her eyes flutter closed as she moaned his name softly under her breath.
"U-Upstairs," Yumin panted. "P-Please?"
"So soon?" the maknae smirked as he pressed delicate kisses down Yumin's neck. The brunette moaned feebly, continuing to buck her hips against his hand to obtain some friction. Slipping a single digit inside of her, Jungkook urged Yumin on until she pressed her thighs together as she came, whining pliantly. He slipped his free hand over her mouth to silence her, continuing to pump his long finger in-and-out of her dripping wet entrance. "Shh, shh. You don't want hyung to hear, do you?"
Yumin shook her head, bucking her hips faster with the desire to cum again. "Such a naughty kitten," Jungkook breathed, moaning softly in her ear. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Yumin fumbled over his name as she came close to orgasming a second time, his voice riling her up further.
"Please?" she gasped. "I've been a g-good girl, Koo."
"One more time, angel," Jungkook murmured, sucking small hickies along the tanned skin of her neck. "Cum for me one more time and then I'll give my angel what she deserves."
Spreading her legs slightly, Yumin slipped her hand down her shorts and over his, guiding him gently against her until she came again. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to silence herself, uneven whimpers falling from her lips as she reached her high.
With a soft groan, Jungkook flipped them over under he was on top of Yumin, the brunette instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted them off the couch and led them upstairs to his room. He laid her back against his headboard, Yumin reaching up to undo the buttons of his shirt and toss it on the floor. As they shed their clothes, Jungkook reached up to pull her hoodie off, but she stopped him.
"I wanna keep it on," Yumin whispered nervously. "I-If that's okay."
"Okay, angel. It's okay." Jungkook flashed a reassuring smile to let the stuttering girl know that he was okay with whatever made her more comfortable, leaning forward to kiss his way down her neck. He spread her legs wide as he angled his hips with hers, gently forcing himself inside of her until he could see a bulge in her lower stomach. Yumin tossed her head back against his pillows with a pretty moan, her face already flushed as he kept overstimulating her with pleasure.
"Are you okay?" he murmured in her ear, beginning to rock his hips back-and-forth.
"Y-Yes. Faster, please."
"Faster?" Jungkook gripped Yumin's hips tightly as he angled her a certain way, pulling back and slamming her himself into her. All she could do was whine aloud, mouth agape in a pleasurable cry as he picked up his pace until the bed began to creak beneath them. "Like this, kitten?"
Yumin simply moaned repeatedly, nails digging into his biceps as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I need an answer. Hmm? Like this?" The brunet leaned back until his knees slipped beneath her thighs, pushing her hips away from the mattress and allowing him better access inside her dripping entrance. He continued to pound into her almost relentlessly, loving the sound of her uncontrollable whining and whimpering all because of him. For tonight, only he could make her feel this way.
"Just like that, daddy, fuck! I'm close!"
Jungkook leaned close until he could catch Yumin's upper lip between his for a brief moment. He pulled back, gripping her inner thighs to keep her in place as he thrust himself deep inside of her, swiveling his hips until she cried aloud, dragging her nails down his arms.
"Right there. Right there, daddy, fu-" Before Yumin could finish, she hooked her legs tightly around his backside, feet draped over each other to hold on tight as she came yet again. Her hands flew up to her face, sweater sleeves obscuring her open mouth as she moaned weakly, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Her walls clenched around his throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from Jungkook's throat as he continued to fuck into his angel, moaning softly as he let his eyes shut with pleasure. Beneath him, Yumin continued to whimper with each thrust, her cries muffled by her hands as she pressed them against her mouth. Quickening his pace yet again, Jungkook tried to reach his own orgasm, abusing Yumin's sweet spot in the process. As he opened his eyes, he saw tears running down her cheeks as she pressed her legs against his sides. Making to slow down, Yumin shook her head, words no longer an option for her as she continued to whine like a slut under Jungkook's touch.
"Keep...going?" Jungkook panted, and Yumin nodded, her eyes tiny slits against her face as she peered up at him with a tear-blurred gaze. A smirk pulled at his lips as he realized how overwhelmed the brunette was, the tears running down her face out of pure excitement from the overstimulation he was giving her. Yumin's body trembled, face and neck burning red beneath her hands as she continued to mute her cries. Jungkook moaned softly as he felt a stripe of heat work its way through his stomach, enjoying the way his girlfriend's legs tightened around his body.
"You feel...so fucking good, kitten," Jungkook groaned, digging his fingers into Yumin's hips hard enough to leave them bruised the next morning. Beneath him, Yumin tensed up yet again as she came, eyes rolling back into her head as she whined loudly against her hands. She sounded manic, continuously moaning and whimpering as she tossed her head back with excitement. He loved every pretty moan that slipped from her lips but as she continued to muffle her whines, Jungkook craved the sound of her begging for him as loud as she could.
"Ah, c'mon, baby," he teased, angling his hips to purposely miss her sweet spot. Yumin's eyes shuddered as she blinked away fresh tears, moaning softly as she longed for the overwhelming pleasure he brought her. "Let me hear how badly you wanna cum. Every word." Jungkook pried Yumin's hands away from her mouth, pinning them against his pillows as he continued to fuck into her. He went back to abusing her sweet spot, the brunette moaning uncontrollably as she arched her back away from the bed.
"Words, baby."
"Jungkook!" Yumin tried to force more words out but was reduced to uneven whimpers, fisting her hands and tugging weakly at his grasp.
"Aw, you can't talk, can you?" the maknae chuckled, stalling slowly until each thrust was gentle and lazy. "Guess I'll have to go nice and slow for you, then."
"N-No, please," Yumin whimpered, arching her hips away from the bed. "Please, keep going, daddy. It feels s-so good."
"Only if you keep talking, angel." Jungkook quickened his pace again until the room was filled with the sound of their skin slapping against the other. "I wanna hear every...word. E-Every time you stop, I stop, 'kay?"
"Yes, daddy," gasped Yumin, bottom lip trembling from the overstimulation. "F-Fuck, I can't-"
"Can't what, kitten?"
"Can't...talk!" The brunette yelped as her body was wracked with tremors. "I-I'm so close, baby, p-please."
"Mmh, you wanna cum that badly, do you?"
"Yes! Yes, please, I- Mmh, I'll be such a g-good girl, I swear. I wanna be your dumb little kitten, daddy. P-Please, just one more t-time? Lemme cum, please?"
Jungkook felt the familiar tingle in his lower stomach, groaning softly as Yumin continued to beg beneath him. Her voice excited him so much; whiny and weak as she pouted, gasping for breath with each thrust of his hips. Leaning forward, he trailed his lips along her exposed neck, sucking hickies against her flushed skin. Each kiss elicited a high-pitched moan that made Jungkook moan with pleasure.
He would never get tired of turning Yumin into a trembling, whiny mess just for him.
Soon, the brunette's words jumbled together as she came close to her fifth orgasm. "I'mgonnacum," she panted. "B-Baby, fuck, I'mgonnacum I'mgonnacum. Please!"
Yumin's walls tightened around his aching cock as she came, Jungkook following close behind as she whined aloud. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning and panting as he came inside of her, Yumin arching her back and tugging weakly at his grasp around her wrists. "Fuck, kitten," was all he could gasp, moaning softly as he slipped his cock out of her fluttering, wet entrance. "F-Fuck."
Jungkook's body flooded with a cold, numbing feeling as he pulled back, his eyes shuddering open and closed as he peered down at Yumin. The brunette panted heavily, pulling her hands against her chest as she whimpered under her breath. More tears dribbled down the sides of her face and neck, dampening the pillow beneath her head until the material turned from white to grey. Hovering above her, Jungkook began to press soothing kisses along her forehead, trailing them down her neck.
"Are you okay?"
She only whimpered, releasing a heavy breath as she blinked through her tears. Jungkook began to think that he'd harmed the poor girl and after a moment she latched onto his bare torso, whimpering into his neck as she hid her rosy face. "Angel? Hey, hey. I-" Jungkook sat back, pulling Yumin onto his lap as he held her close. "Baby, are you okay?"
"Tired." Yumin whimpered, groaning under her breath as she squeezed Jungkook in her embrace. "Cuddles."
With a soft smile, the brunet pulled Yumin closer, feeling her warm breath waft down his neck as she continued to pant listlessly against his skin. Her whole body trembled under his touch, bared skin sticky with sweat from being bundled in her sweatshirt the entire time. Latching on to his neck, Yumin leaned against him for support, her eyes fluttering closed with exhausted pleasure.
"Don't fall asleep on me yet, baby," Jungkook simpered. "We still have to shower before dinner."
"No," Yumin complained with a huff, threading her fingers through his hair.
Jungkook simply shook his head, pressing a chaste kiss against her temple before tugging the girl off of his lap and placing her delicately on the edge of his bed. Standing up to slip back into his boxers, he observed how sleepy Yumin appeared, barely able to keep her eyes open as her head lolled forward. Her hair gradually obscured her face from view, quiet whimpers falling from her rosy lips as she shakily wiped away the tears that had dried on her skin. Even fucked-out she appeared so adorable in his eyes that Jungkook couldn't help but laugh softly. His voice made Yumin peer up from behind her curtain of hair, eyes tiny, glossy slits against her face as she sniffled.
"Poor baby," he cooed, stooping down to pick her up in his arms. Yumin turned over to cling to his neck like a sloth, exhaling shakily against his chest as he wobbled out into the hallway and began to head towards the upstairs bathroom. He placed Yumin down on the toilet and told her to wait while he collected fresh clothes and cleaning products for them both to wash up. Yumin didn't look stable enough to stand upright, so Jungkook would put her in the bathtub while he bathed in the shower off to her right.
A few minutes later, Jungkook had gathered their dirty clothes in one arm, fresh warm clothes in his other arm for them to change into for dinner. He stepped back into the bathroom and kicked the door closed before setting the items down, locking them inside for better privacy while they washed up. Looking down, Jungkook found Yumin barely awake as she kept trying to keep her head upright on her shoulders. Maybe I should be gentler next time...
Helping Yumin shed her few remaining clothes, Jungkook ran the bathwater until it was hot and added soap for bubbles just because. He picked the brunette up yet again and set her down in the water, taking a few minutes to wash out her hair and scrub her back before hopping in the shower. Jungkook sang quietly under his breath as the warm water and steam made him grow listless, resting his head against the glass wall overlooking the shower to let the water run over his head.
Every thought in Jungkook's mind was consumed with Yumin; her smile, her eyes, her tiny little pout when she complained, her pliant moans that had filled his bedroom only minutes before. Just the thought of her forced a broad grin on his lips as he stepped back, continuing to wash up hurriedly before dinner.
Grabbing a towel from over the glass doorframe, Jungkook patted down and wrapped it securely around his waist before stepping out into the bathroom. Peering down at Yumin, he found her dozing peacefully with her head and arms resting on the edge of the tub. The bubbles had popped and died down to a mere foam along the surface of the water and it served as coverage for her naked body. Simpering, Jungkook went to dry off and slip into a pair of sweats and a plain white tee, bending down to pick Yumin out of the tub and place her down on the bath mat with a fresh towel wrapped around her shoulders. She murmured under her breath, still half asleep as her head lolled back against the side of the tub while he drained the water.
"Baby." Jungkook brushed the dampened hair away from Yumin's face, the brunette blinking up at him slowly with rosy cheeks. She groaned softly, her lips jutting out in a pout as she pulled the towel tighter around her. "C'mon. Gotta get dressed."
"Okay."
Jungkook helped Yumin to her feet, the brunette wobbly as she slipped into a pair of black basketball shorts and a loose, white tanktop to help her cool off. Setting her down on the counter, he began to brush out her tangled hair, Yumin watching him quietly as he babied her.
"I can do it...mys-self," she muttered, reaching for the brush in his hand.
Shaking his head, Jungkook pushed her hand away, finishing her hair and fluffing it out to air dry. He gently cupped her face, pressing kisses along her nose and cheeks until Yumin giggled happily. "It's okay, angel. I got you, alright? Lemme take care of you."
"But-"
"No but's." Stooping down, Jungkook scrambled to gather their dirty clothes into his arms, fisting them in one hand as he made to pick Yumin up once again. The brunette wrapped her legs around his waist, staring down at him with droopy eyelids that threatened to close for a much-needed nap. "Let's just head downstairs, 'kay?"
Yumin didn't reply, only nuzzled her flushed face in the crook between Jungkook's neck and shoulder to hide the smile that slowly blossomed on her rosy lips. With a soft chuckle, he carried her downstairs, veering down the hall to the left of the staircase to wash their clothes. Setting Yumin down near the door of the spare bathroom, Jungkook instructed her to wait while he pulled Jimin and Taehyung's clothes out of the washer, trading them for his and Yumin's clothes while he threw them in the dryer. As he stepped back out into the hall, he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Yumin standing by the door.
She wore a lazy expression, eyes fixated on the floor as they threatened to shut with exhaustion. Her hands flexed numbly at her sides, fingers working at the legs of her shorts as she let out another whimper, quickly followed with a quiet giggle. Jungkook stepped forward, slipping one hand behind her neck and using the other to tilt her head up to face him.
"You're that fucked-out, huh?"
"Mhm."
Jungkook leaned forward to catch her upper lip between his, kissing her softly as Yumin stumbled forward against his chest. Her hands slipped down to draped over his hips, trying to pull him closer, even though it wasn't possible. Yumin whimpered against his lips, sparking fireworks in his stomach as he pulled away. Drawing his thumb across her bottom lip, Jungkook muttered, "Mine," hooking his fingers under her chin as he held her gaze. Yumin blushed a dark crimson, staring up at him with starry eyes. "You're so pretty, angel. You know I love you, right?"
Yumin nodded shyly, avoiding eye contact as she lowered her head. "I love you too, Jungkook."
"Good." Before Yumin could protest, Jungkook swept her off her feet again, marching into the living room as she clung to his torso. He flopped back down on the couch, allowing the brunette to nuzzle against the underside of his jaw as he wrapped his arms protectively around her waist. Feeling the rise-and-fall of her chest made a wave of calm wash over him, a lazy smirk toying at his lips as he pressed kisses against the top of her head. Yumin made him so happy and he wouldn't do anything to give that up.
"There you two are."
Leaning back on the arm of the couch, Jungkook peered up at Taehyung, the brunet staring down at him with a humorous gaze. "Where've you two been, huh? Dinner will be here in less than ten minutes." After a moment, Taehyung's gaze snapped down to Yumin as she fisted the front of Jungkook's shirt. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing!" Jungkook chuckled, rubbing along the length of her spine.
"She looks horrible; you weren't too rough were you?"
"No-"
Yumin moaned softly, turning to bury her face against his collar as she exhaled shakily. Before she could hide away, Jungkook caught a smirk tugging her lips up, her cheeks painted a bright red as she giggled against his skin. The maknae offering her a tap on the rear, scolding her quietly for trying to play another fib.
"She's fine," Jungkook laughed, ruffling Yumin's hair gently. "Just being a little brat."
"I am not!" Yumin whined, peering up at Taehyung and Jungkook through slitted eyes. "Tae, I wasn't."
"Sure you weren't, angel." Taehyung stooped low to press a kiss against each of their foreheads before padding back into the kitchen with Jimin, heads swiveling to the front door as Yoongi stepped into the room. Their voices seemed to fade out even though they were only a few feet away, Jungkook focusing on the girl in his arms as her breath came out in shaky quips, body radiating heat that seemed to engulf his body whole.
This was all Jungkook had wanted since he started dating Soojin. All he wanted was for his girlfriend to love him back as much as he loved her, and it was clear Yumin felt that way. He didn't want to let her go and anything that risked taking her away from him made Jungkook's stomach knot. Yumin turned on her side, kissing along the underside of Jungkook's jaw with a lazy smile, dragging her nails down his cheek affectionately. A giggle forced its way from his throat as he turned them on their sides, cuddling her against his chest as he waited for his hyungs to take their portion of their dinner. He never wanted to move. Not even an inch. Jungkook could finally say that he loved Yumin without the slightest bit of doubt that anything bad would happen to him.
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Sorry I didn't update yesterday :/