"Please." He was begging. His baby was begging and it did something to him each and every time. Made him want to give in, made him want to give Seokjin any and everything he asked for without question. "Please daddy. Need you so much. Want you inside me."
"Are daddy's fingers not enough for you baby?" Seokjin could come untouched. He knew he could. Jabbed at that spot with a little more force and left his fingers pressed them mercilessly.
"Gonna -" There was a tremble as the word broke off, and he felt the tension building within the other, like a rope that was being pulled too tight. "- gonna come daddy. Please. Want to come from your cock."
"Mm, I don't know baby. Do you really think you deserve it? You've been so bad lately." Those fingers relented, a blissful moment of relief before they were back. Pads massaging against the little bundle, up and down and then in circles.
"I'm sor -" Seokjin practically choked on the words, one arm lifting and flinging over his face, as if trying to hide away the shame he was currently feeling. His cheeks and ears were painted a bright red, the flush rapidly rushing down his chest. Tears had formed within those beautiful eyes, getting stuck in thick lashes burning hot trails downwards. "I'm sorry daddy."
"What are you sorry for baby?" The pad of his middle finger pressed, forming a slow circle before easing away, waiting for the answer to come.
"For not telling you where I was." It sounded so broken, the last word coming out on a sob.
"Was that all?" He repeated the motion, so slow it might as well not even be moving at all.
"No." It was so near a scream that his heart practically stopped beating, his entire being so keyed up that it felt like he might explode from the intensity of it. "I... I didn't come home to daddy."
"Mm, I don't think that's everything baby." He pressed then, with two fingers, hard and fast and repeatedly. Those panties were ruined. So far beyond saving. So socked already with pre-cum and lube that there was nothing that could be done with them.
"I argued with daddy." There it was. That sharp uptick in the other's voice. Right there at the end. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry. Please. Please let me come. I'll be so good for you. I promise."
Bargaining. They had officially reached bargaining. And something within him swelled with pride at the knowledge that his sweet boy could take such much before reaching that point.
"Alright baby. Daddy forgives you." Those fingers pressed and stroked, long presses and quick flicks, slow circles formed by the tips until he felt it. Until he felt something break. Like a dam giving way until the intense pressure of it all. Watched as that back arched and those lips parted and a scream fell from them. As his name came forth and he didn't even care that it was his actual one. Watched as Seokjin's cock jumped and twitched, seed filling the panties far past their limit. Watched as the fabric became soiled and soaked, and found himself leaning down, lapping at the material right near the head. Took in the salty sweat flavor and found it too was like a drug. Tugged the ruined white down and licked around the flaccid head, cleaning the smooth skin until all that remained was what couldn't be sucked out of the fabric.
"On your knees for me." It was a command, given as those fingers slipped out, still slick and glistening with lube. His other hand slipped into the thick waist band of his boxers, grasping his thick length and tugging out. Used the one that had been inside Seokjin to coat it, cupping the base and squeezing downwards, one long, painful stroke that almost had him falling forward.
Groaned as movement caught his attention and he looked forward to see Seokjin on his knees, shoulders pressed down into the mattress, hips lifted high. Both of those hands were gripping either side of his ass, parting the round globes and greeting him with the sight of his abused rim, all red and puffy and clenching around nothing. So wet and empty.
Without even thinking his palm came into contact with one of those cheeks, smacking it with a force he hadn't intended. But all Seokjin did was moan. Moan and flinch and look back at him and plead.
"More." His ass lifted a little bit more. Jungkook was sure of it. Wiggled and shifted until he placed another slap on the opposite side. Until he was leaning in and digging his teeth right where the cheek meet thigh, so harshly and so deep he could feel the flesh give way under the force of it. Smiled as his baby just moaned, back arching and knees trembling. Pushed himself back up and let his thumb trace along the edges of the puffy rim, dipping inside before pressing a kiss against it, sighing at the way it fluttered at the attention.
"What do you say when you want daddy's cock baby?" Fingers wrapped around the base and squeezed. Kept himself from getting any harder, from leaking any more droplet of salty pre-cum. From wasting any more of it. It all belonged inside his baby. Should all be spilled deep within his body.
"Please daddy. Need your cock so much." The head was a deep, angry purple, so thick and swollen it was almost painful. And he used it to circle the rim, a teasing action that had Seokjin crying out, the sound masking his own gasp.
"So pretty for me." It popped inside so easily, with so little resistance. Just like it was so easy to slide home, until his hips were pressed against the flesh of Seokjin's ass and his hands were on his hips and he was shifting. Was dragging the other up and back until he was seated in his lap. Until those thighs had to spread, placed on either side of his own closed legs. Until he used the force of it to lift the other up, letting go and letting gravity do the work of dropping him back down. Smiled as Seokjin took initiative and completed the task on his own. Sighed at the strain he felt in those thighs, muscles working with each movement.
Tangled long fingers into soft strands and tugged, used force to expose the long column of the other's throat. Bit down into a pulse point and smiled at the sound it created. Sucked at the wound and drew forth blood. Left behind a perfect imprint of his teeth and knew that it too would scar, right in front of the row of semi-circles that had been left before.
Left the skin a mess of bright reds and swirling pinks. Didn't stop until he ran out of room and then growled, switching to the other side. Lifted his hand and wrapped it around Seokjin's throat, pressed down until he heard him choke and then released. Knew that his neck was going to look awful come night fall.
And it was Friday. Which meant that Seokjin had to work. Which meant that everyone was going to see. Everyone was going to know who he belonged to.
He wondered if he could just have his name tattooed on the other's wrist. A permanent mark of the ownership he had claimed.
