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Yoongi loves thunderstorms. Jungkook pointedly does not. 

He likes rain plenty, but heavy storms fill him with unease and directionless energy that leaves him restless and irritable. That's why when Yoongi wakes up and sees that it’s raining, he checks the weather right away, and sure enough, it's supposed to storm all day. 

He turns Jungkook’s alarm on his phone off to wake him with a series of gentle kisses to his forehead and cheeks instead, until a smooch right to the very tip of his nose finally stirs him. 

Still very much half-asleep, the alpha wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist to drag him to properly sit on top of him, and Yoongi can't help giggling to himself when he starts snoring again almost immediately, now with Yoongi tucked firmly against his chest and circled in his arms.

But then there's a loud clap of thunder, effectively ruining Yoongi’s efforts to wake Jungkook up pleasantly as the alpha snorts in shock and jolts back awake, face scrunched up in displeasure as he sacrifices one of the hands holding Yoongi to his chest to rub the sleep from his eyes instead. 

"S'it rainin'?" He asks, voice small and still all gravelly with sleep, and Yoongi presses a gentle kiss to his already pouting lips before sitting up to properly straddle his lap. 

"Yeah. I was trying to wake you up before the storm did." 

The younger man lets out a frustrated groan that trails off into a whine, and Yoongi can't help snorting a laugh. 

"I'm sorry, bun." 

"I hate storms." 

"I know, bun. But I'll pack you something warm to eat for lunch, okay?" 

Jungkook tugs Yoongi back down to lie against his chest with a discontented sigh, pulling Yoongi close enough to press his nose into his neck and gently rub at his scent gland. 

"What if I just don’t go to work and spend the day with you?" 

"No."

"But you smell good. Smell sleepy."

"If you stay home you'll just want to lie around in bed all day." 

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's my day off and I have stuff to do! Important stuff. I can't waste it lounging around." 

"More important than me?"

He starts kissing wetly down the side of Yoongi's neck, then fits his teeth over his scent gland with enough pressure to make Yoongi squirm in his lap.

"N-No…"

"Wouldn't you rather spend all day in bed with me, hyung?" he whispers, voice all husky and low, hands sliding down to grip hard at Yoongi’s hips to press him down more firmly into his lap. 

"W-We can do that on our next day off together," Yoongi tries to say with conviction, but Jungkook slides his hot lips up to gently bite along his jawline, and his voice comes out shaky and quiet in turn as his blood rushes between his legs and makes his cock twitch.

"Or I could call off work and spend all day with my head between your thighs instead," he whispers hotly into Yoongi’s ear, making the warmth already racing through him burn white hot as the scent of Jungkook’s arousal starts to build, and he almost considers entertaining it… almost. But he forces himself to be the responsible adult and slips his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist to stop his hand from traveling any further up his inner thigh. 

"Kook, no." 

The younger man makes another half groan half whine as he petulantly kicks his legs against the mattress, and Yoongi can't help laughing again.

"You're so mean." 

"When you get home, we can start that show you've been wanting to watch." 

Jungkook’s pout starts to slip as he glances excitedly up at Yoongi through the mess of his bangs.

"Promise?" 

"Of course." 

"....and you promise you'll let me suck you off, too?"

"It is way too early in the morning for you to be this depraved."

"It isn't depraved," he argues, bottom lip jutting back out. "I love you. Wanna make you feel good. Make you cum."

"We just had sex last night!"

"And? If I could quit my job and do nothing but make you cum all day, I would in a heartbeat."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but really, there is something particularly sweet about how Jungkook is always so eager to please, so affectionate, so… so into him. He's never been in a relationship before where his partner so readily offered affection and sexual attention. He's never felt so loved before- so adored. 

But Jungkook also has a fucking insane libido and stamina to match, and Yoongi would, truthfully, never get anything done if he let Jungkook fuck him as often as he'd like to.

"Yeah, yeah, fine."

"Promise?" 

"I promise."

He holds out one of his pinky fingers and Yoongi loops his own around it just in time for another clap of thunder to sound, and Jungkook groans miserably once more.

"C'mon, let's get up before you lose any more motivation."

"Come take a shower with me," he demands, arms locking underneath Yoongi’s ass to pick him up and slide off of the bed, seemingly to carry him to the bathroom.

"I don't know if I trust you to behave."

"You're forcing me to go to work, the least you could do is let me rub my hands all over your naked, soapy body first so I can have something nice to think about while I wanna die all day." 

"Alright, alright. You're so dramatic."

— 

The storm gets worse as the day goes on, and Yoongi spends his day catching up on chores and reading quietly, allowing the beating rain and rolling thunder to ease his mind. By the time he starts making dinner before Jungkook gets back home, the storm has seemingly hit its peak, and a flurry of anxiety kicks up in his stomach every time he hears the wind cry and whip the heavy rain against their windows. 

The relief he feels when he hears Jungkook walk through their door is instant, and he calls cheerily to him from the kitchen.

"Hey baby! Did you stay dry?" 

“No, the bottom of my pants are all wet,” he sighs, and he sounds really, genuinely upset. It makes Yoongi’s heart ache, and he turns around at the stove to see Jungkook waddling into the house holding his soaking pant legs up, with his socks also visibly wet. 

“I’m sorry, Kook. I put away a bunch of laundry earlier, I think your black sweatpants are in the bottom drawer.”

He groans in acknowledgment before making his way to their bedroom, and Yoongi goes back to stirring his soup on the stove, heart clenching all over again. 

Maybe he should have encouraged Jungkook to stay home, after all. But he’s been doing that a lot lately and Yoongi doesn’t want him to get in trouble… or worse, fired. Although maybe he needs a new job, anyway. He seems pretty miserable doing what he’s doing now.

He’s still lost in thought and focused on cooking when he feels Jungkook’s arms wind around his waist and squeeze him tight. He tilts his head to the side so that the younger man can rest his chin in the crook of his shoulder, and normally, he’d make a snarky comment about how he's told Jungkook a thousand times not to sneak up on him when he’s cooking, but he can tell the young alpha isn’t in the mood to joke right now.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too. Tough day at work?”

“Not any different from any other day,” he sighs, pressing himself in as close as he can to Yoongi’s back and ultimately hindering his ability to focus on cooking, but he allows it just this once. He can smell how stressed and upset Jungkook is, and he bares his neck further to encourage the alpha to scent him, shivering against him when he takes the invitation and starts rubbing his nose against Yoongi’s scent gland.

“Baby, I really think you should consider leaving this job.”

Jungkook shrugs, sighing into his neck.

“Money’s good.”

“Money isn’t worth your health and happiness.”

“Happiness doesn’t pay our bills.”

“I’d rather struggle for a little while so you can find something that makes you happier than see you be miserable every single day, Kook.”

"You shouldn't ever have to struggle. You shouldn't even have to work at all-- I should be able to take care of you on my own."

Yoongi pauses, trying to keep the unease he feels in check.

"Who told you that? What would make you think that?"

Jungkook just shrugs again and doesn’t say anything else, and Yoongi’s heart sinks all over again.

“Sorry, we can talk about it another time. I didn’t mean to stress you out more.”

Jungkook kisses him wetly on the cheek and then lifts one of his hands to turn Yoongi’s face to the side to kiss him on the lips, too.

“You didn’t, chagiya. I know you just care about me and want to help.”

Relief soothes some of the ache in his heart and he bumps Jungkook with his butt as he turns his attention back to the stove.

“Go sit, food’s almost done.”

“You don’t need help carrying stuff?” 

“Nope. Why don’t you go get Netflix set up?”

He makes a happy little noise and takes off, and Yoongi’s heart aches fondly all over again as he focuses his attention back on plating up the food to bring it into the living room.

A loud clap of thunder sounds just as Yoongi enters the room, and he sees Jungkook jump where he’s seated on the ground scrolling through Netflix. 

“Fuck, that scared me.”

“It was really bad earlier. I swear the building shook.”

Right on cue, there’s another clap of thunder, and then a big, bright strike of lightning. Jungkook looks out of the window with disdain and grumbles underneath his breath.

“So sick of this weather. Just want the rainy season to be over.”

“Hopefully this’ll be the last bad storm of the season,” Yoongi mumbles, settling down onto the floor after placing the tray with their food on it onto the table. Jungkook seems to find what he’s looking for and clicks on it just in time for another terrifyingly loud crack of thunder, paired with a strike of lightning right after it that’s so bright it looks like daylight inside of their apartment for a moment.

And then, their lights start flickering- once, twice… then the power goes out.

“Ugh!” Jungkook groans loudly, throwing his hands down at his sides in the dark. “What the fuck!”

“God dammit,” Yoongi mutters, mostly because he should have thought ahead earlier and gathered their flashlights and candles just in case. “Hold on, let me go find some candles.”

“S’okay, I’ll go grab the one from my night stand,” Jungkook sighs, standing up and turning on his phone’s flashlight to make his way to their bedroom. He comes back with the candle lit and sighs again as he sets it on the table before slumping back down onto the ground across from Yoongi.

“My phone is only on 17%.”

“Hopefully the rain will let up some so they can come fix it soon,” Yoongi tries, but Jungkook doesn’t look very convinced. Even in the low light of the candle, Yoongi can distinctly make out the frown on his face and the downward pull of his eyebrows.

“I just wanted to have a nice night with you.”

Yoongi reaches across the table to gently squeeze his hand.

“We can reschedule for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, okay.”

"Here, my phone is on…. 24%. I'll sacrifice so we can listen to music for a little while, at least."

Once they start eating with the candle lit between them and music softly playing from Yoongi’s phone speaker, Jungkook keeps pausing and resting his cheek in his palm to look over at Yoongi, which is odd for him, because when Jungkook is focused on eating, very few things can distract him. 

The fourth time he does it, Yoongi straightens his legs out underneath the table to press his socked toes into Jungkook’s knees.

"What, my cooking's that bad?" 

"Huh? Of course not!"

"You've just done a whole lot more staring at me than eating." 

Jungkook slides his hands down to grab Yoongi's ankles firmly, and his breath catches in his throat when the younger man tugs Yoongi’s feet to properly rest in his lap. 

"You just look really beautiful like this," he responds earnestly as he picks his chopsticks back up to resume eating. "You always look beautiful, but… I dunno. The candlelight makes it all feel, like…"

"Romantic?" 

"Yeah." 

"Yeah, it does," Yoongi agrees with a little smile, trailing his eyes carefully over Jungkook’s face, the flickering shadows around his nose, the fan of his eyelashes on his cheeks, the glimmer of the candlelight in his wide, dark eyes. "You- You look so pretty like this."

He smiles and giggles before pointing across the table at Yoongi, tone playful and teasing when he speaks.

"You're saying I look better with the lights off?" 

"Please. You even look good under fluorescents. Pretty sure you'd look like fuckin' Adonis no matter the lighting."

"Then wouldn't that make you my Aphrodite?" he asks, sliding his free hand up one of Yoongi’s calves and squeezing firmly, and Yoongi is once again embarrassed by how little it takes to make his breath hitch.

"S-Stop flirting with me and eat your food."

"I can do two things at once!"

Once they're done eating, Yoongi sends Jungkook off with his phone flashlight to root around their apartment for more candles and their big emergency flashlight as he attempts to clean up as much as he can without any power, which mostly consists of scraping plates the best he can and placing them into the sink to wash later. 

When he waddles back into the living room, Jungkook has 5 candles lit all around the room, and the delicately romantic atmosphere nearly takes Yoongi’s breath away again.

"Wow. Guess you found some candles after all."

"I had to break into my stock of scented candles," the younger man sighs, placing the last candle on their television stand. "But this is better, yeah?" 

"Yeah, much better. My eyes don't feel like they're struggling to focus on everything."

"What are we even supposed to do? My phone is dead already." 

"We could… play a board game?"

"I don't think we have any games that are only for two players," he mumbles, eyes scanning around the room as a chill rips through Yoongi, causing him to shiver all over.

“Ugh, it’s getting cold in here already.”

“Hmm… we could get drunk. That always warms me up.”

"We shouldn't open the fridge." 

"There's that bottle of wine Namjoonie-hyung got us on top of the fridge," Jungkook says excitedly before running off toward the kitchen to retrieve it. He returns with the bottle of red and a corkscrew before plopping down onto the couch, and Yoongi plops down too.

"No glasses?" 

"What's the point? You're afraid of getting my cooties, hyung?" he laughs, twisting the corkscrew before carefully popping the cork out. "I've had my tongue inside of your asshole more times than I can count."

"Hey!" 

"What? It's true!"

"Don't be so crass!" 

Jungkook rolls his eyes before taking a swig from the bottle, wiping his lip with his sleeve as he hands it over to Yoongi.

"You act like you don't turn into a little potty mouth the minute I get my hands on you." 

"It's different in the heat of the moment," Yoongi defends with a pout, taking a swig from the bottle himself. 

"Mmm, I see. So you're gonna blame the texts you sent me a few days ago on 'the heat of the moment'?" 

Yoongi sputters mid sip and chokes the wine down before he spits all over himself, instantly going bright red in the face. He's grateful for the lowlight as he shoves the bottle back at Jungkook, who is giggling maniacally as Yoongi struggles. 

"Don't- Don't talk about that!" 

"Why? It was super cute and super hot and I screenshotted it so I can remember it forever." 

"No you didn't!" 

"Oh hell yes I did," Jungkook confirms with a little nod before taking another long sip of the wine, eyes dancing with mirth in the candlelight.

"I'll delete the screenshot and the messages from your phone."

"You can't, my phone is dead," he giggles, placing the bottle down onto the coffee table so that he can crowd into Yoongi’s space, pressing him down into the couch cushions. "Besides, I have it memorized by now, anyway." 

"I'm gonna kill you." 

"I miss you so much alpha–"

"Stop!"

"I've been thinking about you all day–"

"Jungkook!"

"I'm so messy from thinking about your knot–"

"STOP!" 

"Alpha, when you get home, will you let me–”

Yoongi practically screeches in horror and tries to twist away from Jungkook to make a run for it, but the younger man wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist to wrestle him back down onto the couch. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t try to run away from me,” he teases, but it’s breathy and warm against Yoongi’s ear and he shivers under the weight of him.

“You’re being mean to me.”

“I’m not being mean! You were the one who sent the texts, not me.”

“I’m- I’m–”

“I know, I know,” he coos softly, gripping Yoongi by the chin now so that he can’t look away- can’t hide his face, either, though he hopes the lowlight at least hides how red he is. “You’re so sweet, baby. You're so desperate for me, I know.” 

Jungkook kisses the corner of his mouth on either side and then the very tip of his nose before gently brushing his lips against Yoongi’s, teasing him with a kiss that Yoongi shamelessly chases only for Jungkook to pull back and giggle softly at him as his lip slips into a pout against his will.

“Stop!”

“Stop what, kitten?”

“Teasing me so much,” Yoongi breathes, though his heart is in his mouth and his thighs are pressing together on their own. Because he’s getting easily worked up like he always does, because something about Jungkook makes him feel like he’s constantly simmering under his skin. 

Jungkook brushes his fingers along the waistband of Yoongi’s pants before gliding them up to his belly, gently smoothing his palm over Yoongi’s soft skin. 

“All your whining isn’t very convincing when I can smell you getting wet already, you know.” 

As if on cue, Yoongi’s hole clenches around nothing and relaxes again, and he can feel slick leaking out of him already and into his underwear. 

“Jungkook…”

“Hm?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, just…”

“Just what?”

Yoongi groans miserably and tries to turn his face away again, but Jungkook won’t let him, giggling maniacally all the while. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he promises, fingers trailing down Yoongi’s belly to tease at the waistband of his pants again. “Tell Alpha what you want.”

Yoongi’s breath stutters in his chest again and he writhes as that stupid fucking word has the same instantaneous effect on him that it always does. 

He used to be utterly mortified by it– used to refuse to use it at all, in fact, because he felt so ashamed of how much he liked it. It felt like he was betraying himself and every other omega on earth by bending over and presenting and crying for Alpha. 

He used to get pissed when his exes would insist on him calling them “Alpha” too, even in bed- until he met Jungkook, who never once asked him to. He didn’t talk about their second genders much at all, in fact, and Yoongi was totally taken aback by it. He’d never dated an alpha that behaves the way Jungkook does before then.

But then it made him worry that Jungkook would think it was weird or cringe or outdated that Yoongi wanted to call him Alpha in bed, and he agonized over it for months before accidentally letting it slip one night after going to have dinner and drinks with Jungkook’s friends so Yoongi could meet them for the first time. Yoongi was riding the high of a successful social interaction and drowning in the relieved euphoria of the fact that Jimin and Taehyung liked him– really liked him, laughed at his jokes and everything– that he got too comfortable. Too loose-lipped and cocky. 

So he was tipsy and confident and insisted on Jungkook staying the night at his apartment (the same one they currently share), and as he was bouncing in Jungkook’s lap with the same sweater he’d worn to dinner hanging off his shoulder, he was far too cock-drunk (and regular drunk) for the filter in his brain to be working properly. 

“Ah, ah! O-Oh, oh, Alpha–”

As soon as the word fell out of his mouth he screeched in panic and scrambled off of Jungkook’s lap, but the young alpha had grabbed for his wrists before he could properly make a break for it.

He pushed Yoongi down onto the bed and climbed over top of him, eyes shining and cock still hard and hot pressed against Yoongi’s own.

“What was that?”

“Jungkook–”

“No no no, come on. Tell me. Say it again.”

“Don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun of you, baby. I really want to hear you say it again.”

“A-Alpha…”

“Yeah? Is that what you want, chagiya? You want me to be your Alpha?”

“Please, Alpha–”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby, I’ll take care of you. Spread your legs for Alpha.”

It felt so good– so natural with Jungkook– that Yoongi was momentarily sad that he’d never indulged himself in past relationships…but then he remembered that no other alpha he’s ever been with respected him as much as Jungkook does, and that’s why he felt so comfortable letting it slip in the first place. Because Jungkook makes him feel safe.

“Want Alpha to kiss me. Please,” Yoongi finally manages to mumble, and Jungkook smiles brightly at him before pressing their lips together, sweet and soft at first. Gently, slowly slotting their mouths together until he slides his hand back up to Yoongi’s chin to pull his jaw open. 

Yoongi doesn’t fight it– wouldn’t dream of it, really. He lets Jungkook lick into his mouth and whimpers in the back of his throat as the younger man slides his free hand back down to the fly of Yoongi’s jeans.

He pulls away from the kiss far too quickly and Yoongi chases after his lips, panting and dizzy and bordering on whining, though he manages to keep it in check, for now.

“What else do you want, chagiya?”

“Want you to touch me,” Yoongi manages breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lick at Jungkook’s thumb still pressed into his chin.

The alpha pushes his thumb up into Yoongi’s mouth to rub against his tongue, and Yoongi closes his lips around it and starts sucking gently. The resulting sharp spike in the scent of Jungkook’s arousal in the air only makes him dizzier.

“Touch you where, kitty? Where do you want me to touch you?”

Yoongi grabs Jungkook’s wrist to drag his hand down between his legs, cupping the palm of his hand over his cock.

“Wan’ Alpha to touch me here,” he mumbles around Jungkook’s thumb, pressing his hips up into Jungkook’s hand as he gently squeezes Yoongi’s cock in his palm. “Please?”

Yoongi feels a little bubble of smug satisfaction pop within him when Jungkook folds and stops teasing him, seemingly too excited to touch him to continue their little game.

He runs his thumb over the ridges in Yoongi’s teeth before pulling it out to unbutton Yoongi’s jeans, clearly giving away how eager he is when he tugs his underwear down along with them and throws them off to the side. 

“God, kitty. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he sighs, running his hands up Yoongi’s thighs and hips to push his shirt up to his ribs, dragging his fingers down the ridges of them before squeezing gently at Yoongi’s belly. “You look like a fucking- I don’t know, like a painting or something in this lighting.” 

He slides himself down onto the floor to kneel between Yoongi’s legs, staring up at him so reverently- with so much love in his eyes. Yoongi’s heart starts racing and he pets his hand through the mop of his hair, gently scratching his nails against his scalp. 

"You're too sweet to me." 

"You deserve more than I could ever hope to give you," Jungkook responds far too earnestly, and Yoongi pauses scratching at his scalp to cup the alpha's cheek in his palm. 

"Jungkookie, look at me. Hey," he encourages gently, and Jungkook turns his eyes up to Yoongi’s with a little furrow in his brow. "You're everything I've ever wanted. You're my whole world. And I'm not sure where this macho alpha 'I have to provide for you' thing came from recently, but it isn't true. We fit together, okay? We work together. You fill my empty spaces and I fill yours. That's how a relationship works. Okay?" 

He pauses before nodding his head, and Yoongi pulls his chin up again. 

"I mean it. And I don't know who the hell put this idea in your head, but I hope you know that you can believe me, and believe what I'm saying over them." 

He pauses again, biting at his lip and fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

"S'just… the guys at work have been… I don't know. Pressuring me, I guess. I told them that you have your own job and- and that we aren't planning on having pups 'n stuff any time soon, and they just made me feel bad about it. Like I'm- I don't know. Like I'm not w-working hard enough to take care of you or something." 

"Jungkook-ah, baby… listen to me. A job is something you do to make money so you can enjoy the things you actually like doing, as far as I'm concerned. What I enjoy is you. Spending time with you, sharing my life with you. If you think it would make me happy to be at home while you're out there busting your ass nonstop, picking up an extra 12 hours a week like all of your coworkers probably are… you're wrong. I'd never see you, and when I would, you'd be tired and miserable. What good would it be to have pups and a nice house and all that if you'd never be able to enjoy them with me?" 

Yoongi can see his eyes welling up as the flickering of the candles reflects in his tears, and he hugs Jungkook tight to his middle, rubbing his back in broad circles. 

Jungkook squeezes him so tight that he isn't quite sure how he's breathing with his face pressed into Yoongi’s belly, but he lets him. Lets him sniffle against his front and ball his fists up in the back of his shirt, clutching onto Yoongi like he's a lifeline. 

"I love you, bun." 

"I love you too," he mumbles into Yoongi’s shirt, then finally pulls away to sniffle again. "I'm sorry." 

"You've got nothing to be sorry about, Kook. I just can't help you fix a problem if you don't tell me what the problem is, yeah? I don't have all the answers or anything, but we can always figure stuff out together. Yeah?" 

"Y-Yeah," he agrees, wiping at his tears with his sleeves. "Thanks, hyung." 

"Do you want to cuddle for a bit?"

Jungkook shakes his head cutely from side to side, pressing himself more firmly between Yoongi’s legs.

"Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you now just coz you made me cry."

Yoongi can’t help snorting out a giggle, but he still spreads his thighs so Jungkook can settle between them, gently kissing the inside of his knee.

“I really love you so much,” he breathes, kissing along Yoongi’s inner thigh. “You’re all I ever think about.”

“That’s because you’re a simp,” Yoongi teases, and Jungkook bites down into the meat of his leg instead, making him gasp and grab for Jungkook’s hair as he starts sucking a bruise into his thigh. Yoongi is already half-hard again by the time he finally pulls away with a wet smack, grabbing Yoongi’s knees to spread his thighs open wider.

“I like to think I’m more like a worshiper at your altar,” he mumbles against Yoongi’s skin, switching to kiss and nip at his other thigh, too.

“Th-That’s a more poetic way of putting it.”

“I’m totally obsessed with you,” he states, and Yoongi beats down the immediate urge to self-deprecate.

“Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual."

He bumps Yoongi’s balls with his nose before rubbing his lips against Yoongi’s swiftly hardening cock. His breath stutters in his chest when Jungkook opens his mouth to slip Yoongi’s cock inside, all warm and wet and soft.

He cries out and shifts his hips, and Jungkook wraps his arms around Yoongi’s thighs to tug him forward, legs practically resting on his shoulders as he takes all of Yoongi’s cock into his mouth.

Yoongi moans into the otherwise quiet room and feels a little bubble of shame, because it’s so, so quiet without the ambient noise of appliances and televisions. All he can hear is the faint flickering of the candles, the storm outside, and the wet, vulgar sound of Jungkook’s mouth between his legs.

It feels so good- it always does- but something about how intimate it feels, how in tune Yoongi feels to the moment… it’s making everything feel so much more intense, and he’s already squirming in Jungkook’s grip, panting harshly as the younger man licks and sucks at his cock like he’s- like he’s making out with it, which is a thought that certainly doesn’t help Yoongi feel any less like he’s going to finish far too quickly.

“J-Jungkook, slow down,” he begs softly, fingers tightening in the younger man’s hair as he considers trying to pull him away, but he can’t bring himself to do it- it feels too good, too hot and wet and tight. “Kookie, s-stop, I’m- you’re g-gonna make me cum if you do-don’t stop.”

He blinks his eyes open to look up at Yoongi in the lowlight, eyes bright and glinting and determined, and Yoongi knows he’s not going to stop. He should have known, really. 

In fact, he sacrifices holding onto one of Yoongi’s thighs to trail his hand between Yoongi’s legs, gently prodding at his slick hole with two of his fingers.

“Alpha–” 

Yoongi isn’t sure what he’s trying to say, if he’s trying to beg Jungkook to stop or to fill his aching, clenching hole. It doesn’t matter either way because Jungkook takes it upon himself to push his long fingers into Yoongi’s body anyway, slow and careful but insistent nonetheless.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum,” he tries his best to warn in a panic, but he’s already clenching down on Jungkook’s fingers and grinding his hips down into them, trying to push them in deeper as he teeters on the very edge, whining desperately in the back of his throat. “Alpha, I’m–”

Jungkook hums happily- nearly giggles - and that’s what does Yoongi in, using his grip on Jungkook’s hair to desperately hump against his face, mewling and crying and knowing just how pathetic he sounds as he does it. 

He feels the already wet sensation of Jungkook’s mouth grow wetter with the addition of his cum and the loud, gratuitous slurping sounds that he makes as he swallows Yoongi’s mess make him shiver and tremble in the alpha’s arms.

He’s sweaty and dizzy and disoriented, and he isn’t expecting for Jungkook to hike his leg up higher to lick down the length of his balls and suck firmly on his perineum before licking around his own fingers inside of Yoongi’s body, too.

“Jungkook,” he whimpers softly, trying to twist his hips away because he needs a second to breathe or else he’ll explode. Jungkook does reluctantly pull away from his hole to give him a moment, and Yoongi tries desperately to get his bearings as Jungkook sits up on his knees to urgently begin untying his sweatpants and shove them down his legs.

“Sorry, you just always taste so sweet, kitty. It’s hard to stop.”

He tears his hoodie over his head without hesitating too, and Yoongi is once again in awe of him and how he can feel so confident baring himself like that. Yoongi has been working on it, but he’s content to keep his shirt and socks on for now, at least.

But then he has the added problem of staring at Jungkook’s naked body in the candlelight as he’s trying to slow his racing heart, and it is very much not helping. He always looks stupidly hot in any state of undress, but the addition of the shadows dancing across the lines and hollows and curves of his body are breathtaking. 

“What?”

“Nothing, just- you’re gorgeous,” Yoongi breathes, trying to sit up properly on the couch. “You look so sexy like this.”

He looks golden and statuesque and elegant, and Yoongi can’t stop staring at him as he starts stroking his cock, eyes dancing all over Yoongi’s body, too. 

“So do you. Like an angel.”

He doesn’t get to pull himself up onto the couch because Jungkook grabs him by the waist to drag him onto the floor instead, lying him down on his back on the rug.

He immediately reaches up to grab one of the couch pillows as well, carefully placing it underneath Yoongi’s head before he leans down to kiss him, still with the taste of Yoongi’s cum and slick on his lips.

He hikes Yoongi’s legs up around his hips and pushes into him in one motion, and Yoongi isn’t quite expecting it. He cries out against Jungkook’s lips as he’s stretched and filled, and he pushes his hips down to meet Jungkook’s when the younger man bottoms out, quick and desperate like usual as he whimpers against Yoongi’s lips at the feeling of the omega around his cock.

It always makes a flurry of excitement fill Yoongi’s chest because he often worries that he’s not very good in bed, or that he doesn’t do enough to please Jungkook compared to what he does to please Yoongi. The knowledge that just being inside of him makes Jungkook tremble and whine against his lips feels incredible, and he clenches down just to hear the alpha whimper again.

He pulls his hips back and they stutter forward, sloppy and uncoordinated, and he separates his lips from Yoongi’s with a wet smack, strings of drool sticking to his chin.

“Don’t do that,” he pants, grabbing Yoongi underneath the knees to push his thighs to his chest. “That isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t fair?” Yoongi teases, clenching down again, sucking Jungkook deeper into his body.

“Stop,” he breathes, stilling his hips to glare down at Yoongi, and he really can't help giggling.

"Stop what?"

He rolls his hips into Jungkook’s and grinds down on his cock, and the alpha growls softly at him, rumbling in his chest. 

"You're being a brat today. What happened to my sweet, obedient little kitty?"

"Maybe… maybe I need Alpha to p-put me in my place." 

It doesn't come out nearly as confidently or playfully as he wants for it too, mostly because Jungkook’s eyes have already gone dark, and he's digging his fingers into the backs of Yoongi’s thighs. Yoongi whimpers at the pain and Jungkook laughs at him, and Yoongi’s whole body fills with heat all over again. 

"You're not good at misbehaving, you know," he muses, slowly pulling out and thrusting back into Yoongi’s body, tilting his head to the side to study his face. "You fold way too easy to really be a brat, but I think it's cute when you try." 

He pushes his cock up into Yoongi’s body again with force this time, and Yoongi already feels his muscles trying to give out at the overwhelming sensation of fullness. 

"But I'll put you in your place anyway, baby." 

He brushes his hand gently down Yoongi’s belly before gripping him firmly around the ankles to pull his legs straight, and Yoongi yelps in shock when he pushes them back up over his head this time, essentially folding him in half as he shuffles up to brace himself on one knee.

He barely has the time to catch his breath before Jungkook starts thrusting his hips again, so much faster now, so much deeper. Yoongi’s thighs are burning already but Jungkook is too strong for him to push his legs back down, and he feels- he feels stupid. Helpless.

He tries pathetically to kick his legs out of Jungkook’s grip again and the alpha coos softly at him, smiling down at Yoongi as he struggles uselessly.

“I think you forget who’s in charge sometimes, baby. Is it because I’m too nice to you most of the time?” he muses, tilting his head again when Yoongi cries out, body going lax when Jungkook shifts forward again and his cock punches deep deep deep again, so deep that Yoongi can feel it in his belly.

“Do you need Alpha to remind you that you’re my bitch?” he asks, and Yoongi is embarrassed by the desperate noise he lets out, wriggling helplessly but ultimately unable to unfold himself from the pretzel that Jungkook has bent him into. 

Jungkook pauses to relinquish one of Yoongi’s ankles, only for long enough to land three quick smacks to his upturned ass.

Yoongi sobs underneath him, hole clenching desperately around Jungkook’s cock with every strike.

“Stop struggling so much. Just lie there and take what I’m giving to you,” he growls, grip bruising around Yoongi’s ankles again. “You already got to have your fun, kitty, now it’s time for Alpha to feel good.”

“M’sorry, Alpha!”

“You should be, greedy little bitch. I spoil you too much,” he scolds, resuming the sharp, brutal thrusting of his hips right away, and Yoongi’s eyes tear up immediately. It’s so, so much- he’s overwhelmed with pleasure and sensation and the suffocating feeling of helplessness, and he’s already getting hard again, his little cock making an effort to rise against his tummy right above where he can see Jungkook’s distending his belly with every thrust of his hips.

“A-Alpha! Please, please,” he begs incoherently, unsure of what he’s even beging for in the first place, but he needs something. He needs Jungkook to- to-

“Shut up. You’re being so loud I’m sure everyone in the building can hear you,” he scolds, but he makes no effort to ease up at all- just keeps slamming his hips into Yoongi’s, grip steady and unrelenting around his ankles. “You want all of our neighbors to hear you? Want them all to know you’re Alpha’s little bitch?”

Yeah, that’s it, that’s- that’s what he needs. He’s getting close to coming again already, and his cock isn’t even fully hard again yet.

“N-No…”

“You sure about that, kitten? Because the way you wail and cry for me like a dumb little cock-drunk whore sure doesn’t seem like you’re trying to hide that you’re nothing but a slut.”

“I’m- I’m n-not a slut!”

“You are for me,” Jungkook giggles at him, eyes full of mirth again. “You’re my pretty little whore, made to take my knot like an omega is supposed to.”

Shame burns through Yoongi’s whole body and he starts panting, legs twitching pathetically in Jungkook’s grip.

“Alpha, I’m-”

“You’re gonna cum again? Already?”  

“C-Can I? Please?”

“You realize you’re gonna cum all over your own face, right?” he laughs, pushing Yoongi’s legs even further forward so his cock is basically pointed directly at his own mouth. “And you think you aren’t a pathetic little whore?”

 “A-Alpha–”

“You can hold it a little longer, kitty.”

“Please!”

“Tell me you’re a whore first- say it. Say you’re a little cockslut,” he orders, laughing down at Yoongi again when he whines and tries to throw his head back in embarrassment. “Say it.”

“I’m- I’m a slut–”

Jungkook spanks him again in the same spot as before and Yoongi howls in agony, but the sharp, stinging pain only hurtles him toward his orgasm even faster.

“Wrong. Try again. I know you’re a little slow, baby, but don’t play dumb- you know what I want to hear.”

Yoongi cries pathetically as the shame burns through him all over again, and he can’t force the words out- can’t make himself say what he knows Jungkook wants him to say because it’s- it’s humiliating. Jungkook spanks him again and Yoongi weeps below him, tears collecting at the corners of his eyes to slide down the sides of his face.

“I’m- I’m–”

“You’re what, kitty?”

“I’m Alpha’s wh-whore,” Yoongi manages, tears clouding his vision. Not enough to miss the smile spreading on Jungkook’s face, though. “I’m a little cock-hungry slut. Alpha’s little fuck kitten. Just w-wanna sit on Alpha’s kn-knot all day.”

“I know, kitty, I know. I know you need Alpha to do the thinking for you because you’re too fucking stupid to do anything else but bend over for me.”

“Just- Just wanna be yours,” Yoongi sniffles, scratching desperately at the rug underneath him as the pressure inside of him builds to bursting. “Just want- want to be alpha’s b-bitch.”

Jungkook’s hips stutter again and his pace breaks, and Yoongi gets so excited that he moans far too loudly again, trying his best to push his hips up into Jungkook’s despite the position he’s in. 

“You are my bitch, kitty- so perfect. Always so good for me,” he breathes, resolve crumbling as he gets closer to finishing, too. Yoongi can already feel his knot swelling and trying to catch. “Cum for me, kitty, make a pretty mess for Alpha.”

Yoongi wants to beg for Jungkook to put his legs down first but he’s too far gone, too limp and lost and floating somewhere else entirely. Once he relaxes and stops trying to hold it in, his orgasm comes so quickly that he gasps in shock, muscles in his belly tightening and flexing as his hole relaxes further, preparing to take a knot. 

And Jungkook was right- he does cum all over his own face, and Jungkook starts laughing at him, and the sinking shame he feels makes him cum harder, up into his hair as well.

“Good kitty- fuck, you’re so pretty. So messy, my messy little baby. Fuck, I’m–”

“Please, Alpha, want y-your knot–”

“F-Fuck, I’m- I’m coming,” he breathes shakily, legs trembling as he practically falls forward onto Yoongi, forcing his knot into Yoongi’s body before it finishes swelling.

He finally lets go of Yoongi’s ankles and the relief is immediate. His thighs are shaking and weak as he wraps them around Jungkook’s hips, pulling him as close as he can as the younger man shakes on top of him, hips still twitching and rutting forward even as their bodies lock together.

He buries his face into Yoongi’s neck to scent him, squeezing him tight around the middle as he does. Yoongi can feel Jungkook’s cock twitching over and over as it spills inside of him, hot and slick.

He always cums so much and for so long when he knots that Yoongi is a little amazed by it every time… and something base and animalistic inside of him preens and writhes. Alpha’s so fertile, Alpha’s breeding me good, Alpha’s gonna pup me up. Thank God for birth control.

They lie there like that for a long, quiet moment, panting warmly against each other’s skin. Once Yoongi is sure that Jungkook is really done, he pats him gently on his flank.

“Baby, you’re really heavy.”

“M’sorry,” he laughs breathlessly, gathering Yoongi up in his arms to flip their positions. Yoongi sits up straddling Jungkook’s lap to look for something to clean up with, and Jungkook reaches for his discarded hoodie to start gently wiping Yoongi’s face clean, taking care to try to wipe the cum out of his hair, too.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he frowns, brushing his fingers through Yoongi’s bangs. “I didn’t think about not being able to take a shower ‘n stuff.”

“It’s okay, I- I liked it,” Yoongi admits quietly, rolling his eyes when Jungkook immediately starts giggling. 

“I could tell.”

“I’m definitely going to be sore later, though.”

“Sorry, you’re just so hot. I finished way faster than I wanted to.”

“S’okay. It’s an ego boost,” Yoongi giggles, shifting his legs into a more comfortable position and accidentally clenching down as he does. Jungkook groans and grabs for his thighs, rolling his hips up into the feeling.

“Fuck, I already want to fuck you again.”

“Of course you do,” Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes. “You’re insatiable.”

“I love you! What do you want from me?” he pouts, throwing his hands down at his sides. “You’re sexy and so so pretty and cute and I like making you cum. Why is that a crime?”

“You should look for some more enriching supplemental hobbies. Want me to teach you how to crochet?” 

“You’re mean,” Jungkook whines, reaching up to grab Yoongi’s hips. “Let me fuck you again.”

“We’re still tied!” 

“Yeah, I mean when it’s done. Let me fuck you again,” he insists very seriously. “It’s not like we have anything better to do with the power out.”

“Okay, but I’m taking a nap until then,” Yoongi sighs, scooching down to get comfortable and lie down on Jungkook’s chest, resting his head in the crook of his shoulder to scent him.

Jungkook starts moving around and Yoongi whines at him, wrapping his arms tight around his waist. 

“Stay still! I’m trying to get comfy.”

“You said you were cold earlier,” Jungkook mumbles, draping a blanket over top of them. “Don’t want you to get sick.”

Yoongi’s heart fills with warmth and he smiles against Jungkook’s skin, nuzzling closer into his neck.

“You really are too sweet to me.”

“I’d give you the world if I could,” Jungkook says softly, turning to kiss Yoongi on the forehead and hugging him tighter to his chest. “You deserve it.”

Yoongi isn’t expecting to actually fall asleep but he does end up dozing off for a little while. The atmosphere is just so calming and he always gets sleepy when he’s wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms.

He isn’t sure how long he snoozes for, but he wakes up confused and disoriented because Jungkook won’t stop squirming underneath him. 

As he sits up and wakes up fully, he remembers how he fell asleep, and he gasps at the feeling of Jungkook’s cock still inside of his body and hard once again.

“Baby, let me fuck you?” he begs immediately, eyes desperate and pleading. “Please?”

Yoongi nods sleepily and gasps when Jungkook lifts him up again and places him on the ground, cock hard and glistening with slick and cum in the candelight. 

“Bend over, sweetheart- present for me,” he breathes, and Yoongi does- he turns over onto his front to tuck his knees underneath him, hugging the pillow on the floor to his face. 

He’s still not fully awake, but he wakes up much faster when Jungkook starts fucking him quick and rough right away, smacking his hips against Yoongi’s ass with desperate force, like they haven’t already had sex once.

“Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re asleep, you know that?” Jungkook asks, voice shaking as he grabs for Yoongi’s hips.”Fuck, I’m so in love with you.”

“I- I love you too,” Yoongi gasps between thrusts, body so tired already from earlier that all he can really do is lie there on display for Jungkook to take what he wants. “Love you, bun. Love you so much.”

“God damn, how are you still so tight?” he whimpers, hips pushing desperately into Yoongi’s and making the omega gasp at the sensation of fullness again. “Ugh, I’m- maybe I am a simp.”

Yoongi can’t help laughing, reaching his hand back to pat Jungkook’s thigh.

“If you’re a simp, I’m a simp, too. I think that’s just what being in love is.”

Yoongi’s rebound rate is nowhere near what Jungkook’s is, especially after already coming twice, so he knows he isn’t going to be able to get hard again so soon. It still feels good, though- satisfies something in him that just wants to please. Wants to make Jungkook happy. Make him feel good.

“Uh- Fuck, ugh,” Jungkook eventually groans, nails digging into Yoongi’s hips, pace breaking and stuttering. Yoongi lifts his hips up higher and starts meeting Jungkook’s thrusts, and he moans so sweetly, high and desperate when Yoongi clenches down on him.

“Gonna cum for me, alpha?”

“Don’t wanna,” he breathes, pout evident in his tone. “Not yet.”

Yoongi can’t help snorting into the pillow under his head, still rolling his hips back into Jungkook’s. 

“You know you’re going to, you have no self-control,” he teases, and it’s true- Jungkook is historically terrible at edging and pacing himself in general. Abysmal pull out game. Once, Yoongi had stupidly insisted on a quickie one morning when they were at his parent’s house visiting, and Jungkook tried his best, to his credit- but still yelped in panic as he accidentally knotted, whispering apologies over and over again the entire time they were knotted and Yoongi’s mother kept asking them to come have breakfast through the door.

That’s probably why he has such an insanely nonexistent refractory period to balance it out. 

Yoongi doesn’t have the courage to tell their friends the real reason he started calling Jungkook "bunny," but it’s still cute either way, he thinks.

He grabs two handfuls of Yoongi’s ass instead and squeezes hard, moaning high and desperate and miserable in the back of his throat as he seemingly tries and fails to get himself to slow down. 

“S’okay, bunny, don’t fight it.”

Jungkook starts slamming his hips against Yoongi’s with renewed vigor, cursing under his breath as his knot starts to swell again. Yoongi encourages him, pushing his hips back to meet his thrusts as they break, getting sloppier and more desperate. 

But Jungkook makes a little noise of protest and holds Yoongi’s hips still. Yoongi keeps trying to push back anyway, wiggling his hips against Jungkook’s cock, giggling all the while.

“Stop,” he whines again, but Yoongi pointedly ignores him and keeps fucking himself back onto Jungkook’s cock. 

“You don’t really want me to stop.”

“You’re such a brat today!” he groans, and Yoongi gasps, stomach clenching when Jungkook grabs him by the hair and shoves his head down into the pillow to hold him still. “Just shut up and stay fucking still.”

The tone of his voice makes Yoongi go hot all over and he whimpers in the back of his throat again, but he ultimately does what he’s told.

And, to his credit, Jungkook doesn’t knot him- he still cums though, wet and squelching into Yoongi’s already messy hole. Without his knot locked in it almost immediately comes spilling back out after he pulls out, dripping all down the inside of Yoongi’s thighs.

“God damn,” he breathes, sitting back on his heels to smack Yoongi on the ass. “I wish my phone wasn’t dead so I could take a picture of you right now.”

Yoongi pushes more of Jungkook’s cum out and whimpers at the feeling of it dripping down his legs, and traitorously, his cock starts trying to get hard again. 

“Uh-uh, don’t do that,” Jungkook scolds, dragging his fingers up the length of Yoongi’s thighs to roughly shove his cum back inside. Yoongi is definitely getting hard again now and he palms at his cock as Jungkook keeps going, meticulously fingering his cum back into Yoongi’s body. 

“S-Sorry, Alpha.”

“I like when you’re all full of me, kitty- so full you can’t keep it all in, can you?”

“It’s- It’s h-hard without a knot.”

“I know, baby,” he coos softly, then pushes his fingers down into Yoongi’s prostate, making him jump and cry out again. “But I didn’t want to knot you again just yet.”

Yet? Jungkook is planning on fucking him again? Just the idea of it alone is exhausting. But Yoongi’s protests die on his lips when Jungkook pushes a third finger into his body and starts properly fucking into his hole.

Yoongi is mortified by how loud the squelches are in the otherwise silent room, but fuck, it feels good. He starts pushing his hips back into Jungkook’s fingers, panting softly against the pillow under his head.

He feels burning hot all of a sudden and he tries to reach back to slip his socks off, but he can’t quite reach. Jungkook notices him struggling and uses his free hand to hook his finger into the elastic of Yoongi’s sock to tug it off, then does the same with his other sock before grabbing hold of one of Yoongi’s feet to dig his thumb into the sole of it, still fucking his fingers into Yoongi’s body all the while.

Yoongi can’t help gasping and squirming, fully hard again now and rubbing desperately at his cock- not quite jerking it but more massaging it with his fingers, because it always hurts to properly stroke his cock after he’s already orgasmed. It’s easier to cum from penetration multiple times than from touching his cock, and that’s why he does it so rarely unless he’s masturbating- because Jungkook rarely ever stops after making him cum only once.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby,” he sighs reverently, letting go of Yoongi’s foot to grab a handful of his ass to spread him open wider, seemingly to get a better look at his own fingers inside of Yoongi’s body. “I stretched you out good, hm? You’re practically gaping- no wonder you couldn’t keep it all in, huh?”

He slides a fourth finger in too and Yoongi clenches down hard, shivering all over at the feeling. Jungkook forces through his tightening muscles anyway to thrust in deep, picking his pace back up until the heel of his hand is smacking loudly against Yoongi’s ass.

He’s embarrassed by the deep, gutteral sounds he’s making, but he can’t help it. Jungkook’s fingers are dragging relentlessly against his prostate and his brain feets hot inside of his skull, body tingling and warm.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, kitty?”

“Y-Yeah,” Yoongi manages dumbly, drooling into the pillow under his head. “Feels- Feels good.”

“I don’t know why you bitch about me wanting to fuck you all the time as if you don’t love it. You’re a little nympho. You’re always wet and ready to be my little fuckhole whenever I feel like bending you over.”

It’s true- Yoongi is dripping now, though much of it is Jungkook’s own mess. But he knows that even if he weren’t already full, he’d be wet and ready to go again anyway.

Jungkook giggles sweetly at him when he just groans in response, still wiggling his hips back.

“Did I fuck you stupid, baby? Pretty, empty little head, huh?”

“Y-Yes, Alpha.”

“Well that’s good- that’s all you need to remember anyway, kitty. You don’t need to think about anything else, right?”

“Ye-Yes, yes Alpha!”

“Do you want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, Alpha, please–”

“Do you want me to fuck you, kitty? Wanna cum on my knot, be a good bitch for Alpha?”

“Please, Alpha, want you–”

He pulls his fingers out of Yoongi’s hole and replaces them with his cock in one smooth motion, and Yoongi cries out perfectly in sync with a clap of thunder, and he realizes then that he'd totally forgotten about the storm altogether. Seemingly Jungkook has too, because he doesn't even appear to register it- just slides into Yoongi’s body until he bottoms out, his cock somehow already fully hard again as he starts moving his hips.

It's a blessing when Yoongi is in heat- he's sure a lot of omegas would probably kill to have an alpha who can go again and again and again without stopping, always ready to go when you need them.

It's a curse when Jungkook is in rut, though. During a time when even alphas with normal libidos have ridiculously quick refractory periods, Jungkook is like a fucking demon. 

When Yoongi offered to spend his rut with him for the first time, Jungkook had warned him against it, which Yoongi thought was funny at the time. He'd insisted anyway because he'd thought Jungkook was exaggerating, but by the end of the first day, he was nearly ready to tap out. 

Jungkook refused to take breaks to eat or drink water or anything, and Yoongi had never experienced anything like it before. He was totally overwhelmed, so much so that he had called Hoseok over in a panic when Jungkook started the second day of his rut by once again refusing to eat or bathe or drink anything. The beta had gotten him to calm down enough not to starve to death, at least. 

After his rut ended, Jungkook was an apologetic, emotional mess- he was convinced Yoongi was going to break up with him because of it, which honestly broke Yoongi’s heart. The result was quite the opposite, in fact- Yoongi became very determined to come up with an effective system and routine to get Jungkook under control on his own, and after so many years, he's got it down to a science.

Every morning he needs to pop his knot at least twice before he'll agree to eat food. He'll agree to wash up as long as Yoongi agrees to let Jungkook fuck him in the shower. When he's sleeping is the only time to prepare food- quick, easy meals that don't take longer than ten minutes to heat up, because that's about as long as Jungkook is capable of remaining unoccupied before he starts rubbing up against some part of Yoongi’s body and begging to be inside of him again.

Jungkook is just needy. So, so needy. 

Yoongi is too, though– and he thinks that might be why they work so well together. They're both desperate and hopeless and in love. They're both utterly whipped for one another, and that's what love should feel like, he thinks. It should feel like waking up every day and choosing to fall for someone all over again the same way you did when you first met.

And it's moments like this when Yoongi realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life this way. Just like this. The details of their future don't matter, he just wants to be with Jungkook. 

"Jungkookie–"

"What? Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, immediately pulling out of Yoongi’s body to turn him around and urgently look him over, concern evident in his eyes. 

"Nothing, just- wanna look at you," Yoongi mumbles shyly, turning himself around to hook his arms around Jungkook’s neck. "Want you." 

Jungkook knows what he means because he always does- because he can read Yoongi so so well. And he leans down and kisses him sweetly in response, gently brushing his fingers through Yoongi’s hair to tuck his sweaty bangs behind his ear.

"I'm right here, chagiya," he promises, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead and hugging him tight. "We can stop if you want to." 

"I don't want to stop," Yoongi assures, reaching down between his slippery legs to grab hold of Jungkook’s equally slippery cock and press it to his hole again. "Just want it like this." 

Jungkook smiles at him and kisses him on the forehead before pressing a kiss to his lips as well, cradling the back of Yoongi’s head like something precious.

“You can have me any way you want me, chagiya.”

Yoongi wraps his legs around Jungkook’s hips as he’s filled to bursting again. The sensation is so much more intense with the weight of Jungkook on top of him, and Yoongi thinks that’s what he really wanted- he wanted to feel Jungkook’s body on his, pressed together skin to skin.

He reaches down to pull his shirt over his head and Jungkook helps him, tossing it away before pressing their chests together, warm and slick with sweat and it’s a little gross, maybe, but Yoongi likes it. He likes the feeling of Jungkook’s sweat on his skin. He loves the way it mixes their scents together around them until he’s in a cloud of safe and love and home.

Yoongi’s entire body is full of butterflies and he can’t keep quiet again. There’s something about having sex in this position that always makes his heart feel like it’ll grow wings and fly away, like it’s beating around in his ribcage untethered and desperate to get closer- like it wants to leap out of his own chest and into Jungkook’s and tuck itself right up next to his own beating heart. 

He wonders if Jungkook feels the same way sometimes, but he’s never asked, and he’s realizing now that it’s because he doesn’t need to ask. He already knows Jungkook feels the same way he does because it shows in everything he does, how he acts, the way he treats Yoongi like he’s a treasure. The way he cries and reaches for Yoongi’s hand whenever they’re arguing, even if it’s about something stupid. The way he was so willing to continue on making himself miserable just because he believed it would make things easier for Yoongi in the end.

“Baby, can I- I’m–”

“M-Me too, me too–”

It’s the feeling of Jungkook’s knot pushing into him that has Yoongi breaking and trembling underneath him again, adding to the slick, sticky mess between their skin even further, but Yoongi doesn’t care. Can’t bring himself to care much at all about the mess they’ve made as Jungkook shakes and comes apart on top of him, moaning so sweetly into his ear.

“I love you,” Yoongi declares again, because he can. Because he wants to. “Love you, bun.”

“I love you too,” Jungkook replies before he’s even caught his breath, still whimpering, still spilling himself into Yoongi’s body. “I love you, love you so much.”

Jungkook rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and settles in the crook of his neck, panting warming against his skin. 

Yoongi brushes his fingers through the sweaty strands of Jungkook’s hair and sighs as the reality of them likely being unable to bathe for some time longer sets in.

“What? Am I too heavy?”

“Yeah, but I like it,” Yoongi assures, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist to keep him still. “I’m just thinking about how we’re gonna clean up without hot water.”

“We could use cold water?”

“I’d rather just be covered in cum than take a cold shower.”

“Cold showers are good for you! Cold water is better for your skin.”

“If you want to go take a cold shower like a psycho then that’s your prerogative,” Yoongi sighs, relaxing back against the pillow underneath his head.

“Well it’s gonna be a little while at least,” Jungkook jokes, wiggling his hips around and moving Yoongi’s along with them. 

“Ugh, no more. I’m so worn out.”

“Me too,” Jungkook sighs, and Yoongi gasps comically loud. 

“What? Since when? Who the fuck are you?”

“Shut up,” the alpha giggles next to his ear, and Yoongi squeezes him tighter at the sound. “The whole vibe is just making me sleepy, and I had a long day.”

“I’m sorry again that our night was ruined.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, so don’t apologize,” Jungkook assures, lifting his head up to kiss Yoongi on the cheek. “Besides, I’m actually kind of glad the power went out, in a way? I mean obviously I don’t want to have no electricity, but I feel like I’ve been so- so stressed out ‘n stuff lately that I haven’t really been, like, present. You know what I mean? It’s just too easy to come home and watch TV and dick around on my phone after being miserable at work all day instead of spending real time with you.”

“I haven’t been upset by it, bunny. I know you’ve been struggling at work and I understand that you want to come home and just zone out for a while.”

“Yeah, but… I don’t know. What you said earlier was really true, I think. And I feel the same way- what I enjoy the most is spending time with you. Just being with you. So I don’t want other stuff to ruin that for me and make me feel like I don’t have the energy to give you my attention.”

“Have you been thinking about that this whole time?” Yoongi laughs softly, but he’s deeply touched. His eyes are watering and he does his best to blink the tears away.

“Yeah, I think so- underneath all of the more important stuff at least. And I… I think that if you really meant it and you would help me and stuff… I think I wanna look for a new job.”

Yoongi tightens his arms around Jungkook’s waist and turns to kiss him on his forehead, and Jungkook giggles softly again.

“What?”

“I’m proud of you,” Yoongi says very earnestly, because he means it. “I know that it’s hard to admit when you’re unhappy and need help, and I’m proud of you for telling me all of this.”

“I can talk to you about anything,” Jungkook replies without hesitating, and the tears Yoongi was trying to fight back come slowly sliding out of his eyes and down the sides of his face. “I wasn’t keeping it to myself because I was afraid of how you’d react or something- I was just letting other people get in my head and make me feel weird about it. It never had anything to do with you.”

“Well- Well I’m glad you know you can talk to me,” Yoongi tries to say with a steady voice, but Jungkook shoots his head up right away, looking down at Yoongi in concern. 

“Baby, why are you crying?” he asks, cupping Yoongi’s face in his palms to wipe at his eyes with his thumbs. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing, just- just love you,” Yoongi assures, and Jungkook breaks out into another bright smile as he giggles down at him. “Makes me feel good to know you feel s-supported and safe with me.”

“Of course I do, chagiya. Like you said, you fill my empty spaces and I fill yours, right?”

“Right.”

Jungkook kisses him sweetly, and when he pulls back, his eyes look wet, too.

“Why are you crying now?”

“Because seeing you cry makes me cry!” Jungkook defends with a pout, wiping at his eyes with his fist. “And because I love you too and I just- just feel really lucky to have you.”

Yoongi’s heart clenches and the words he wants to say get caught in his throat, because- because he doesn’t know how to tell Jungkook how much he means to him, really. He’s always struggled to properly put it into words. 

That’s another reason why they work so well together- because Jungkook is so emotionally open and loud with his expressions of love, and Yoongi loves him with his actions and his gestures, and they understand each other in ways Yoongi has never felt understood before.

Which is why Jungkook knows that Yoongi is struggling to find his words and kisses him again instead- because he knows.

And as their lips are locked and Yoongi is brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, their electricity buzzes back on. 

Yoongi jumps and yelps in a panic as the room suddenly fills with light and beeping and ambient sound again, and he accidentally bumps Jungkook’s nose with his chin.

“Ow!”

“Fuck! I’m sorry, it startled me!”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook assures, rubbing gently at his nose and squinting in the light that seems far brighter now after sitting in the dark for hours and hours. “At least it came back on. Now we can go take a shower.”

“I don’t think we can,” Yoongi says, tugging his hips back and tugging Jungkook’s along with them. “Gonna need a few more minutes.”

“I’ll just carry you.”

“You can’t hold me up in the shower, Jungkook.”

“Says who? I’m strong!”

“You just said you were tired!”

“I’m tired, not weak!”

“Just have some patience,’ Yoongi sighs, pulling Jungkook’s head back down to his chest. “I’m not done cuddling, anyway.”

Jungkook settles back down and nuzzles into him, arms locked tight around his waist as Yoongi scratches gently at his scap with his nails.

“It stopped storming.”

“Yeah, it did. See? And you didn’t even notice.”

Jungkook wiggles a little closer, hugs Yoongi a little tighter. 

“It’s easy not to feel afraid when I’m with you.”