"Do you want to see what you missed out on daddy?" Maybe if he could show that he was the better option, that he was something worthy of time and effort, then Jungkook would actually want to come to him instead of wherever he had gone.
His phone had been laying discarded on the coffee table where he had left it after his earlier phone call. And as he lifted it and let his fingers play over the screen, unlocking it and scrolling through the photos he had taken, he felt his heart skip a beat inside his chest. Felt it jump start back to life in a pounding rhythm that was so loud he was certain the other could hear it from across the room.
Where he could find the bravery to be like this, to aid in his own ruin while he couldn't even work up the courage to do what was best for him was something he would never understand. But as he stood there, slowly turning the phone around so the prettiest one was on display, he felt like the entire world was going to suddenly spin off it's axis and go flying into the sun.
Even he had to admit he looked pretty on his knees, wide shoulders spread out and twisted on the bed as he looked back, fingers on either side of his abused opening, rim already puffy and clenching around nothing. He had been so close. He remembered that so clearly. He had been so close, but his mind had fallen into that strange headspace he hadn't even been aware of before. Because Jungkook had told him to prepare himself. He hadn't told him he could come. So he didn't. Instead he had been naughty in other ways.
"Damn." It was a low whisper, falling from Jungkook's lips before the bottom one was sucked in between his teeth. Reaching for the phone, he took it without even asking, fingers playing over the screen and actually having the nerve to zoom in. "You look so pretty all ready and needy for me."
"Too bad you missed out on it." Where had that come from? Was there was some deep pit of savageness hidden somewhere inside of him? And if so, how could he make it come out more often. Snatching the phone back, he let the image flash one final time before making the display go dark.
"Daddy said he was sorry, baby." People said they were sorry like it was meant to fix everything. And sometimes it did. There were things that truly were accidents. There were things that truly were mistakes. Actions that happened out of carelessness or lack of attention. Those were things that apologies made better.
But you couldn't aid in breaking someone and then say sorry like it was supposed to make it all better. You couldn't add to someone's ruin and then expect an apology to get you what you wanted in return.
"And I accept your apology daddy." And he wondered if it was only going to be the first in a long line that he would have to shove down his own throat and just take without complaint.
"Then let daddy open you back up and make a mess of you." It would be a lie to say those words didn't do something to him. If they didn't eat away at his already weak resolve. If they didn't make him harden, the heated flesh pressing against the cool silk of the pretty panties he wore, and he cursed himself for choosing them.
"Not tonight." He had never been more proud of himself than he was at the way those two words slipped from his lips. When everything inside of him wanted to roll over and submit and give in.
He almost expected Jungkook to try harder. To push up against his refusal. And he was all too aware that he wouldn't be capable of denying him if he really tried. If he looked at him with those dark eyes and used that deep voice on him. He would give in and be on his knees with his ass out in record time.
"Such a cruel baby. Making daddy wait." Only he didn't. There was a low growl of frustration, a rumbling sound that seemed to start from deep within his chest and claw it's way upwards.
"Only good daddy's get rewards." Where this side of him came from was beyond his scope of understanding. It was such a different headspace than the one in which he normally resided. One where he could be submissive and give in and simply allow things to happen. But at the same time, it was like this part of him also contained all of the sass that had been hiding away for his entire life.
"Gonna make me work for it, huh?" Was he even good enough to be worked for? That self doubted started to creep in slowly, and he realized that apparently even in this mindset he wasn't immune to it.
"Aren't I worth it?" He wasn't. That little voice was back. And it said in no uncertain terms that he definitely was not worth it.
"Mm, you have no idea. I keep dreaming about being inside you, baby. Hearing the way you moaned my name. Seeing how wrecked I left your pretty little ass." It was so filthy, a series of sinful words that shouldn't have made him preen the way they did. But it was praise, and he couldn't deny his own reaction. "I wonder how good your soft lips would look around my cock."
"So good." They puckered again, without him even realizing it. Parted and then puckered into a soft sucking motion, tongue pressing up against the roof of his mouth. "I would look so good on my knees for you."
"Mm, want to show me how good you'd look for me, baby? Has daddy earned that?" Realistically, Jungkook should have earned absolutely nothing.
But his mouth was watering and all he had to do was glance down to see the way those dark jeans has tightened. It was a mistake, because he knew exactly what they hide away. The list of his regrets was growing steadily by the second, and he knew this was going to be one more than he would have to face come morning.
