There should have been warning bells going off rapid fire within his mind. Should have been something to stop him from what he was about to do. Some sign sent down from the heavens that all of this was, in fact, a completely terrible idea.
But there was nothing. No wayward feet sticking out at awkward angles, causing them to trip and fall and go flying onto the floor in a jumbled heap. None of his so called friends noticing the way he was currently being carried like he weighed absolutely nothing through a room packed to the brim with bodies.
If this was wrong, if it wasn't somehow the answer to all of his prayers, his actual dream come true, then surely there would be a sign. Surely there would be something.
But there wasn't. So he gave in.
...
How Jungkook knew exactly where he was going was a mystery he didn't take the time to voice. There was a jumbled array of questions that were currently playing through his mind, and none of them seemed appropriate at the current moment. Especially when the sound of a door being slammed shut behind them was the only thing that broke through the thick haze that had fallen over him, clouding his senses and making him lose his train of thought, until he could no longer recall how they had even gotten to where they were now.
Hands shifted, and a sharp whine left him as one traced dangerously close to the cleft of his ass, the outline of his cheeks painfully apparent given the tightness of the fabric he wore. It wasn't that he meant to be so reactive, to have such a little touch, a little attention break him down this much, but he couldn't bring himself to try and help it.
"That's it baby boy." It didn't help when those lips were on his neck and that deep voice was in his ear and all he could do was close his eyes and wrap his arms around those strong shoulders just a little bit tighter. "I can't wait to hear how loud you are when I'm inside you."
Rationally, this should have been the moment where he gently applied the brakes and made this whole scenario come to a screeching halt. But every single thing about this seemed like some perfect replica born of his own dreams, and there was one thing he had never done in all of his years of having them. And that was say no. It was like the word was right there, right on the tip of his tongue, the parts of his brain that were still capable of thought knowing what a terrible idea this all was. But his heart fought against it, longed for anything, even if it was only an hour within the span of a lifetime, to feel this. To feel wanted. To feel loved.
"I'll be as loud as you make me." Looking back at it later (and he would look back on this night all the time) he would never be able to figure out what caused him to actually say that. What confidence and bravery had surged forward to make him capable of actual flirtation.
"Is that a challenge?" It was deep and husky and spoke directly into his ear, sending a shiver of electric heat down the length of his spine.
"Yes." Which might have been the wrong thing to say, but he was beyond caring about how wrong all of this was. "Please daddy. I want you inside me."
A soft growl seemed to vibrate through his entire body, a deep sensation that he couldn't quite describe, only that he felt it all the way down to his toes. Those hands tightened, squeezed at a hip and a thigh, all of the warning he was ever going to receive before the entire weight of the other was bearing down upon him, their joint bodies sinking into the give of the mattress below. Nails sought out purchase, curling into the fabric the other wore, before another tiny surge of bravery hit like a tidal wave that had him tugging, forcing it upwards until Jungkook was forced to go with it, to sit up and let the shirt be pulled from his body.
Eyes roamed across what had been presented to him, inches of smooth, tanned skin and perfectly toned muscles that looked like the result of too many hours of hard work. It was a distraction, keeping him from fully realizing that he was being moved, body lax, simply going along with whatever the other wanted. Until the sound of the heavy leather jacket hitting the ground pulled him out of his daze and he realized that his own shirt was half way over his head and the panic was definitely starting to set in.
"No!" It came out like a startled squeak, hands going to the hem of his shirt in an attempt to pull it back down. To Jungkook's credit, his fingers froze in place, allowing the fabric to be tugged from them, before sinking back onto his bent legs.
"What's wrong?" That voice was different now, the deep huskiness of it seemingly gone in an instant. Like it had only ever been there to suit some role that the other was playing. This one was softer, almost gentle, and those two words alone were enough to soothe his aching soul.
"I just -" Know you won't like me anymore after you see me. It was almost ironic that he should have been blessed with a face that looked like it had been created by angels and then a body that didn't quite match. "I know you won't like what you see."
"Baby -" There was that soft tone again, accompanied by a gentle touch of his hand, the backs of fingers ghosting over the heat of his cheek before slipping down to cup his chin with his palm. "You're so beautiful. How could I not like you?"
Because no one ever had. Every single time he formulated a crush it always turned out the exact same way. They would find some flaw within him that needed to be fixed. Only he was apparently incapable of even doing that. By the time he'd found friends who spent more time building him up then down, it was already too late. He already believed all of those terrible things about himself. And nothing was ever going to be able to change it.
"You think I'm beautiful?" Sure, he might walk around constantly complimenting his own face, a fake show of bravado that wasn't actually real. But it took far less energy to put on a persona than it did to attempt to explain all of his many insecurities to everyone.
"You're gorgeous baby." As if to prove that those words were, in fact, the truth and not just some lie, those lips descended onto his, the kiss almost tender, slow in a way it hadn't been before. And it made his heart jump up into his throat, because this was it, this must be what it felt like to be loved. To be cared for.
Where this sudden well of bravery was coming from he would never actually know (even though it was most certainly the alcohol), he waited until they pulled away before letting his eyes lower, as if not wanting to see the reaction. Crooked fingers went to the hem of his shirt and tugged upwards, slipping it over his head and tossing it, making sure he was aware of where it landed.
"So beautiful." That deep voice was back, and while it wasn't as comforting, as soothing as the other, it did something else entirely. Made liquid heat begin to pool low inside his belly, adding to the already thick tendrils of desire.
