little ¦ yooncentric

knj, ksj - Home

Title: Home

Author: KNBigBTS7

Series: part 2 of OT3 verse

Summary: No excuses. This is porn. I'm literally trash now.

Contains: daddy kink, filthy, restraints, handcuffs, masturbation, fluff, smut, dom knj,

Ship: YoonJinJoon (MYG, KSJ, KNJ)

A/N: The title is generic and innocent sounding. I'm sorry.

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Yoongi watched amused as Jin flitted around their apartment checking that everything was perfect.

"Jin, that's the third time you've moved that cushion from the right side to the left and back." Yoongi said helpfully and received a lap full of anxious Seokjin for his troubles.

"Daddy's coming home," Jin explained again and it wasn't that Yoongi didn't understand but Jin needed to sit still for a second.

"I know. But I also know he won't give a single fuck about cushions or see anything but you when he walks through that door." Yoongi kissed Jin's cheek and gave him a reassuring pat on his leg.

Jin nodded and smiled, "You too. And don't judge me," Jin slid off his lap and went towards the kitchen, "I saw you in the bathroom fixing your hair seven different ways."

Yoongi went a little red at that and a treacherous hand reached up to subconsciously search for any wayward locks. "Did not," he shouted to the kitchen. Jin's laughter came back to him and he could almost hear the 'yeah, sure love'.

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Namjoon came home to his boyfriends waiting inside, both opening the door for him, both slamming into him with enthusiasm he couldn't help but find adorable. His suitcases stood forgotten in the hallway as he kissed them in turn, turning his head from one side to the other every few moments so neither felt left out, and he felt all the tension from the past few days leave him in their wake.

"Daddy, I missed you," Jin had his face buried in the crook of Namjoon's neck and shoulder dotting it with little kisses, "So much."

"I know, baby, I missed you too." Namjoon wrapped his arm around them a little tighter, this had been one of the longest trips lasting over three months without a chance to fly home to see them once.

Yoongi mumbled his agreement, hands under the heavy winter jacket Namjoon wore and fingers wound tight in Namjoon's shirt. Namjoon dropped a kiss to his smooth forehead.

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Dinner was a quiet affair.

They ate in relative silence with the steady click-clack of utensils exaggerated by the quiet in the room.

Yoongi stole glances every few minutes, eyes scanning Namjoon's visible top half. He was sitting at the head of their small table with Yoongi and Jin at either side with cheeks dimpling as he ate Jin's dinner happily. Jin didn't bother pretending not to watch Namjoon's every move and had long abandoned the rest of his dinner in favor of watching the youngest eat. Usually he'd be scolded for this but Yoongi supposed Namjoon understood and would let it go this time.

"That was great," Namjoon leaned over to kiss Jin, "as usual."

Jin blushed hard, still not entirely used to Namjoon's compliments though its been years. Yoongi caught himself smiling fondly at the elder brunette.