"Are you here alone baby?" Just like that it was over, moments of his life having passed by in the span of what felt like a single heart beat - despite roughly hundreds having passed by with how fast it was currently pounding - and the other was speaking, asking another question and all he could do was shake his head dumbly. "Words."
"No." Oh god, Taehyung was around here somewhere, and he would absolutely never allow him to live it down if he spotted his current situation. "I came with my friend Taehyung."
"I think he's gonna be a bit too busy to miss you." Those words shouldn't have sparked the pang of hurt that they did, deep down within his chest, his heart twisting slightly. Of course no one would actually miss him, that was why his friends never stuck by his side when they did manage to get him to leave the house. They always found their fun elsewhere, promptly forgetting his even existed until the next morning. But he was an adult and he could take care of himself, even if that meant taking an Uber alone in the middle of the night.
"Why -" Would you say something like that? But the words failed him as the other nodded off towards the opposite corner, the crowd parting just enough to allow the sight of his friend currently straddling Yoongi on one of the deep couches to play out before him. It wasn't entirely shocking to see his friend's hooking up so openly and casually. He was innocent and naive, but even he could see that his friends were far more open and affectionate with each other than they were with him. Shockingly, it didn't hurt, just made the deep disappointment he felt rise up. He would never have something like that.
"That could be us." And maybe it could have been, if he didn't think so much. If he didn't get so lost in his own head. "Would you like that?"
"I -" Would he? He was so touch starved and desperate for affection that he was willing to accept it unquestionably from a total stranger. Whose mouth had been on his own, whose tongue had been in his mouth and whose hand was still on his skin. Of course he would like that, of course he wanted it. But - "I don't even know your name."
"Jungkook, but you can call me daddy." That sound have sounded completely ridiculous, and maybe at any other moment it would have. But considering he was currently being held by his throat as the entire room seemed to pulsate with life around him, all it did was turn him on. "Your turn."
"Seokjin." It felt incomplete, like he should add something fun and flirty at the end. But those were two things he had never been good at, so his brain was slow to work, struggling to come up with something and not allow the first thing that came into to slip out. But nothing came, leaving his lips parted with no sound releasing.
"What should daddy call you baby?" Anything, just as long as he kept talking.
"I like -" His voice cracked, and embarrassment instantly washed over him, flushing his cheeks a bright pink as his eyes fell, trying to hide the emotion as it clouded the swirling depths. "I'll like whatever you decide, daddy." The word felt strange on his tongue, but it rolled off easily, trying to force out the last little bit of his confidence. "Just be gentle with me."
Degradation wasn't something he thought he could handle, while he seemed to come alive when ever he heard soft words of praise. Not that he'd ever had a single opportunity to explode those limits, to find out just how far those words of praise could truly get someone.
"Mm, I'm not sure I can hold myself back sweetheart." For a moment he had almost forgotten that the other did, in fact, have two hands, the free one slowly snaking around his tiny waist and tugging him forward, until his butt was on the edge of the stool and their bodies were pressed together.
A soft squeak left his lips, hands coming up to the strong chest that was currently invading his personal space, one resting on a firm shoulder while the other wrapped around the wrist of hand that was still wrapped about his throat.
"Do you want that to be us?" His eyes followed the path indicated by a sharp nod, and he gasped as he saw Taehyung's shirt go hanging out a near by lamp, pants loose and clearly the next to go. Did he want that?
He wanted affection. Wanted someone to want him, even if it was just for a moment.
"Yes daddy." He didn't do this. This wasn't him. But it felt so incredibly good to actually have someone desire him that it clouded his brain, affected his decisions. Swayed them until he was giving in. "But -" Shyness over took him again, and he tried to glance away.
"Tell daddy what you want baby." I wanted someone to love me, he thought, but that's never going to happen.
"Not here." He really did not want to be bent over in front of all of these people so they could watch, really didn't not feel confident enough to be stripped down bare and shown off. "I only want daddy to see me."
A soft moan rose up in the other's throat, a deep rumble that he felt as much as held. It was matched by an equally soft gasp as their lips crashed together, the force of it making him weak and dizzy, like all of the air had been sucked out his lungs and it was never going to be replaced.
Suddenly he was being lifted, barely even having noticed either hand moving away from their previous position, traveling down until they were beneath his thighs, gripping and guiding, until those long legs wrapped around a perfect waist, feeling how the muscles flexed and twisted beneath his body.
"Daddy is going to take such good care of you."
