I lay on my bed starring at my ceiling "Not gay. Not gay. Not gay. Not gay," I mumble before raising my wrist with his number to my line of sight, I stare at the writing under the numbers.

Call me.Taehyung. xxx

"Definitely not gay," I groan typing the number into my phone, "Just curious," I repeat hearing the phone start to ring.

"Hello one sexy mother fucker speaking" his voice hums down the phone.

"Wow you're just as much of a dickhead as the last time we spoke." I groan starting to regret this decision.

"I thought I didn't recognise this number, you must be the bottom from the bar,"

"It's Jungkook and still not a bottom asshole,"

"Sweetie. You're a bottom trust me.  But I guess you'll keep up this failed dominance until you get fucked senseless"

"... I was going to ask you for a favour,"

"Hmm and what would that entitle?"

"I don't know if I'm gay... Would you help me figure it out?"

"By fucking You?" I could hear his smug tone down the phone, shame you can't kick the other person in the balls over the phone.

"Preferably by me fucking you, but whatever it takes. I need to know, it's driving me insane,"

"I'll fuck you. Prepare you for the bottom life. But sure, I'll help you,"

"I just... I don't know if I'm ready. It all feels so awkward. What if I'm not gay and I'm stuck with your dick in me? Just thinking about it is humiliating. The whole concept of being bottom is humiliating,"

"Well then tell me to stop if your straight. It's simple. And listen... the humiliation. It makes if all the more enjoyable,"

"Maybe for you. I don't think I have a humiliation kink,"

"Hmm maybe right... But maybe wrong. Maybe you should give it a test,"

"Why do you think I called you... I understand if you don't wanna deal with me though,"

"I'll deal with you alright. Don't you worry about that one,"

"Thank you... So are we gonna meet up?"

"I'll text you the adress and a time. Better not bail on me though"

"What if I do...?"

"At least text me. I don't want to waste time waiting on someone who isn't coming,"

"Okay, will the time be soon or?"

"In the near future yes. But you'll have to wait and see,"

"Okay,"

"Well. See you then." He hung up the call and I'm left with the phone to my ear hearing nothing.

I throw my phone on my bed quickly waddling over to Namjoon to get his advice on the situation.

I knock on his door a few times, "hyung? You busy?"

"Not really why?"

"I need help. Can I come in?"

"Guess so,"

I push the door open stepping inside, he sighs spinning on his chair to face me "You don't want me to make out with you again do you?"

"N-no it's something else... I met a guy at the bar. He's willing to help me but I don't know if I should trust him"

"You met him in a bar. Probably not. But why you unsure,"

"Cause It seems too good for him to be willing to help me even though I'm being a nuisance,"

"Is he hot in your opinion? Does he think you're hot?"

"Yes and yes,"

"Then that's probably why He's willing to Help," Namjoon shrugs, "But should I meet up with him?"

"Do you want an answer to your problem? Because if I have to kiss you once more I'll end you,"

"Yes... I don't want to get raped though,"

"Simple bring pepper spray and a rape alarm"

"But it's probably gonna be in his house,"

"Pepper spray hurts like a bitch. Spray it and run,"

"Okay, be ready to comfort me just in case though?"

"Sure sure whatever,"

♡

Tehyung: Da18ag meet me here at 5pm. Text me if you wanna cancel.

I stare at the text having waited for it for about 2 hours, I pick up my keys and the bottle of pepper spray I got from Namjoon.

I leave our apartment, following Namjoons Sat Nav for about 10 minutes before I notice Taehyung leaning against the entrance to a block of flats.

"Taehyung?" I call my voice shaking more then I'd like it to. "Hey!" He smiles at me before giving a judgmental look to the Sat Nav in my hand.

"I didn't want to get lost..." I mutter shoving it into the pocket of my jacket, I stand in front of him.

He chuckles nodding as he walks into the building not bothering to check and look back to make sure I'm following.

I follow behind him my shoes squeaking against the laminated floor, I followed him up to the 2nd floor before he took his key out, jamming it into the door, "Excited Jungkook?"

I shrug "Kinda," I step inside his flat leaning against the wall by the door as Taehyung sorts the door alarm.

"Hm, nervous?"

"A little," I say with a little chuckle, "Understandable. I think you'll enjoy it more than you expect," He says walking down the narrow hallway and into his bedroom,

I push off the wall following slowly behind him, I glance around his room as I enter.

"Sorry it's so cramped, only so much you can fit in a one bedroom flat,"

"Its fine, I guess." I say sitting on the edge of his bed running my hand over the fabric of his duvet.

"Got a queen sized bed though~" He crawls onto the bed behind me lifting me into the centre.

I allow him to do so propping myself onto my elbow to watch what he was doing.

"Anything in particular you want to do or not do or are we just gonna fuck and see what happens?" He says taking off his jacket and tossing it to the corner of the room.

"See what happens?" I say placing my jacket down being sure not to damage namjoon's Sat Nav.

I watch him edge closer to me on the bed, taking his shirt off as he smiles at me, "I told you I'm top and I always win,"

"And is it a competition?" I ask smiling at the sight of his chest.

"Well it was in the bar. And since you're enjoying the view, mind giving me something to look at?"

I nod, hesitently pulling my shirt over my head placing it where I put my jacket, I lean back as he towers over me.

"What are you going to do to me...?" I mumble trying to avert my eyes as he casually strips the rest of his clothing.

"Hmm. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't stand. I'll make you scream my name. So you just be sure to let me hear you ok baby?" He says in a deep voice undoing the button of my jeans.

I gulp letting him pull down my jeans but hesitantly placing my hand on his before he can pull off my underwear.

He raises an eyebrow "There a problem baby boy?"

"It's... embarrassing. My best friends haven't seen my dick, I don't even know you!"

"Hmm but still your almost naked in my room with me over you. And I told you baby. The embarrassment makes it better,"

"And I told you that as far as I know I don't have an embarrassment kink so it will make it worse,"

"Hmm. Don't you want daddy to make you feel good baby?" He whispers tilting his head slightly.

"Don't say that shit it's weird... and fine. Just don't stare or anything."

"Baby shy?" He whispers hooking his finger in the waist band of my underwear.

"No, still just embarrassed," I mumble glaring at him as he pulls my underwear down at a tediously slow pace.

He smirks placing a line of kisses down my neck "Beautiful," he mumbles against the skin.

I whimper at the sudden feeling of vulnerability when he tosses my underwear across the room, looking down at my body.

He smiles running his hand up my thigh resting it on my hip "Do you want me to continue baby?"

I nod silently, waiting for him to touch me properly.

He moves his fingertips down my chest stopping at my lower abdomen where he lightly traced circles onto my skin.

"Taehyung, what are you waiting for?" I complain wriggling slightly beneath his gaze.

"Hmm. You look cute when you're needy," He teases moving his finger over the outline of my thighs.

I groan impatiently moving my own hand down to touch myself, Taehyung frowns pinning my hand above my head "Nu uh. You wait for daddy to touch you,"

"Why should I wait for you?" I mumble attempting to use my other hand.

He uses his other hand to push my left hand under his grip with my right hand "Because I said so,"

"Just hurry up," I groan quickly putting my head to the side from embarrassment as start to remember the situation I'm in.

"Call me daddy first," He chuckles squeezing my inner thigh.

"Ew no,"

"Guess you just have to wait then baby," he hums smugly kissing my belly button.

"No,"

"Yup, do it. Or daddy won't touch you~"

"This is stupid..."

He hums in denial his knee pressing on my upper thigh, "Fine... Daddy?"

He chuckles " yes baby?"

I feel my cheeks burning before I even speak, "Do I really have to say this?"

"Yes you do. Or it won't happen,"

"... Touch me Daddy" I whine looking up at him, hoping I said enough.

He moves his hand down agonizingly slowly before he wraps his fingers around me. "Move," I groan thrusting my hips up once I realize he isn't done teasing.

He moves to he legs were pinning mine making it almost impossible to move, I groan in frustration.

"Why can't you just be a good boy and listen to daddy? Then I'd touch you all you want," He coos slowly teasing me with his fingers.

I close my eyes a whine falling from my lips "Please," I try to hide my face in my arm from embarrassment.

"Please who?" He asks moving his hand back down to my inner thighs.

"Please Daddy," I whimper pressing my lips together trying to remain still.

"Hm, good boy," He praises spreading my legs and grabbing a bottle of lube he'd left on the night stand before I arrived.

I tilt my head up to see what he was doing, he smiles at me flipping the bottle cap open.

He puts the bottle down getting out to pull a silk tie from his draw, he uses it to bond my wrist to the head board

I gulp watching him grab the bottle and spread the gooey substance over his fingers, "Will you go slow? So it doesn't hurt?" I mumble thinking about how much pain it can cause.

"It won't hurt too bad when I prepare you baby, trust daddy ok?"

"... Okay" I watch Taehyung spread my legs, putting the lube back on the night stand. He inserts a a finger watching my face for a reaction as he moves it around.

I try not to give a visable reaction to the uncomfortable feeling, "Why are you wriggling it..."

"Making room for something bigger," he says pushing in another finger.

"Slow down," I mumble hissing at the small pain, "Isn't this supposed to feel good?"

"Not quite yet. But daddy promises it will baby" he says soothingly rubbing my thigh.

"It's uncomfortable. Can't you do something to distract from it?"

He places his lips on mine before he slowly stroked me. I feel him slowly work his way to a third finger still trying to distract me.

I moan gently squeezing my eyes closed to try and focus on the sensations, my hips buck into his hand.

I groan feeling his fingers start to reach a sensitive spot inside me, "Taehyung?"

"That's not what you call me~" he says gently, his hand slowing down.

I thrust my hips into his hands trying to make up for the lack of movement, "Daddy... Am I nearly ready yet?"