Naiyah

It sat somewhere under his ribs, dull and persistent, like a bruise he kept pressing without meaning to. The bar was too loud, full of overlapping voices, clinking glasses, bursts of laughter that came too easily for a random Thursday night. Someone had opened it that night, a friend of a friend, which meant half the room was familiar faces and the other half pretending to be. Jungkook stood in the middle of it, drink in hand, nodding along to a conversation he hadn’t been listening to for the past ten minutes.

He laughed when they laughed. Said “yeah” at the right time. Took a sip when there was a pause. But his mind was somewhere else entirely.

On you.

On his phone. On the last message he had sent that still sat there, unanswered.

He shifted his weight, pulling his phone out again without thinking, thumb already unlocking it like muscle memory. The screen lit up, and there it was… your chat, pinned, untouched, still with that stupid nickname he reserved only for you. His last message from earlier that afternoon:

Are you going tonight?

Delivered.

His jaw tightened slightly. It was stupid. Such a small thing. You were probably busy, or you hadn’t seen it, or you were ignoring him on purpose— which, honestly, would have made sense too. A lot of more sense than you actually replying. He exhaled through his nose, locking the phone again a second later, slipping it back into his pocket like it burned him.

“…and then he just left, like actually left, didn’t even say goodbye—”

Jungkook blinked, dragged back into the conversation mid-sentence. “What?”

His friend snorted. “You weren’t even here, man.”

“I was,” Jungkook said automatically, lifting his drink slightly. “Just tired.”

“Sure,” another one chimed in, eyeing him. “Or thinking about her.”

The word landed heavier than it should have.

Jungkook didn’t react immediately, just took another sip, slower this time. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying,” the first guy shrugged, leaning back against the bar. “You two were… you know.”

“Yeah,” someone else added, “everyone thought you’d last longer.”

Jungkook let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Good to know everyone had bets on it.”

There was a brief pause, the kind that filled with things people didn’t say out loud.

It had been a stupid fight. That was the worst part. Not something explosive, not cheating or lying or anything dramatic enough to justify how final it felt now. Just time. Or the lack of it. Work piling up, schedules not matching, you getting tired of asking for space in his life that should have already been yours.

You had argued about it before. Multiple times.

And every time, Jungkook had said the same thing: it’ll get better. I’ll make more time.

It didn’t. He didn’t.

And now you weren’t answering his texts. Which— fine. Okay. He got it. You were mad. You had every right to be. But there was something about the silence that felt… different that time. Not angry. Not temporary but final.

Final. That thought made something twist uncomfortably in his chest.

“Speak of the devil,” someone muttered.

Jungkook’s head lifted before he could stop himself. “What?”

His friend tilted his chin slightly toward the other side of the bar. “She’s here.”

For a second, Jungkook didn’t move. Then he turned. And there you were.

Across the room, near one of the high tables, surrounded by people he vaguely recognized. You were laughing at something someone said, head tilted back slightly, hair falling over your shoulder in a way he knew too well. There was a drink in your hand, your posture loose, comfortable, confidence that you always carry so well.

Like nothing was wrong. Like nothing had ended. Like you weren’t as hurt as he was.

Jungkook’s fingers tightened subtly around his glass.

“Not surprising,” one of his friends said. “She’s still friends with Sooka, right?” he was the one opening the bar.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Figures.”

Jungkook hummed faintly, but he wasn’t really hearing them anymore.

He was watching you, trying to figure something out he couldn’t quite name. You looked the same. Exactly the same. And somehow… not.

“Yo, Jungkook—”

He didn’t respond.

“—hey, are you even—”

“What?” he snapped, a little sharper than intended, dragging his gaze back to them.

His friend raised his hands slightly. “Relax. I was just asking if you wanted another drink.”

“I’m good.”

“You sure? You look like you need one.”

Jungkook almost said something back, but another voice cut in, lighter, distracted.

“Guys did you see the videos from last week?”

“What videos?”

“The party. Someone posted a bunch, they even got Kyung taking his shirt off.”

That caught Jungkook’s attention just enough.

“What party?” someone asked.

“Last Friday. The one at Minho’s place.”

“Oh, that one. Yeah, I heard it got messy.”

“It did,” the guy grinned, already pulling his phone out. “Look at this…”

He turned the screen around, and a small group leaned in. Jungkook didn’t, not at first. He was still half-looking across the room, still aware of where you were, what you were doing.

But then the phone got shoved closer to him.

“Look, look— this part…”

Jungkook sighed quietly, glancing down more out of obligation than interest. He had been at the party for ten minutes, when he didn’t find you he just left with Taehyung who had been eager to go back home and leave the place.

The video was exactly what he expected. Loud music, shaky camera, people dancing too close, laughing too hard. His friend taking his shirt off and making a fool of himself once again. Nothing important. Nothing he cared about. He was about to look away— and then he didn’t.

Because something in the background shifted.

Not the focus of the video. Not what the person filming intended. But a person he immediately recognized there. A person he could recognize in any place, in any clothes, in any setting.

You.

… And Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, his attention snapping into place without warning.

The video kept playing, but he wasn’t watching anything else anymore. You were standing near the edge of the frame, half-obscured by other people, talking. Close. Too close for his liking. Taehyung leaned in in the counter and closer to you to say something, and you laughed… head dipping, shoulder brushing his.

A reaction he knew too well.

I was small, it was nothing. It shouldn’t have meant anything. But it did. Because he could recognize when you weren’t just talking to someone but entertaining them.

Jungkook straightened slightly. “Wait.”

“Hm?”

“Go back.”

His friend paused, confused. “What?”

“Go back,” Jungkook repeated, more focused now.

The guy rewound a few seconds. “This part?”

“Yeah.”

They watched it again.

This time Jungkook didn’t miss anything. The way Taehyung’s body angled toward you. The way you didn’t pull away. The ease of you entertaining his friend, flirting.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

“Oh, is that Taehyung?” someone shrugged. “He was at the party too, right? Didn’t he leave early?.”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

Because he knew that wasn’t entirely a lie. He left early, but he had arrived there early too.

“Show me more,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“More videos. From that night.”

His friend frowned slightly. “Why?”

“Just show me.”

There was a brief hesitation, then a shrug. “Okay… I think there’s more on Kyung’s page. You know how he likes to post every party event.”

Jungkook didn’t wait. He was already pulling his own phone out, already opening the app, searching. The account came up quickly. Posts and highlights from every party his friend went to, even reposts, from last week, from different nights.

He scrolled. One story. Another. Nothing. Just crowds, drinks, music. His thumb moved faster. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll—

There.

Videos posted the weekend before. Same place, same lighting. He started watching it like he was a damn FBI agent looking for the most wanted criminal. Video after video and for a second it was nothing again, just people dancing, laughing, moving through the frame.

Then the camera shifted slightly to the last post, someone was talking about their favourite alcohol drinks like an influencer. And in the background—

Taehyung.

Pushing someone out of the bathroom where you were standing inside.

Jungkook’s breath caught, just barely.

The movement was quick, almost easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it. A hand on a shoulder, a shove, a door opening. The guy stumbled out, clearly confused, saying something the video didn’t catch. And then Taehyung stepped inside, the door closing behind him with intention.

Jungkook didn’t move. He didn’t even blink for a minute. The video kept playing, but it didn’t matter anymore. Because suddenly, everything connected in a way that made his stomach drop.

You.

The first video. The way you had looked that night. The silence afterwards. Taehyung acting weird lately. Taehyung saying he didn’t know if you were there. The bathroom.

His grip tightened around his phone.

“What’s up?,” someone muttered beside him, noticing over his shoulder. “Did you find something…?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

Because he did. The thought was already there, fully formed, sharp and ugly and impossible to ignore. Something had happened. And it wasn’t just with anyone. It was him, Taehyung, one of his best friends.

Slowly, almost mechanically, Jungkook lifted his head. Looked across the bar again and found you immediately. But this time you weren’t alone. You were standing close to Taehyung. Talking like nothing had ever happened, or like everything already had.

Anger started growing in his veins.

Jungkook couldn’t stop looking at you two.

It was worse now that he knew— or thought he knew. Before, there had been doubt, something he could twist into something else, something harmless. A coincidence, a bad angle. A misunderstanding. Now there was none of that. Now there was just the image burned into his head. Taehyung’s hand on that door, the way he had stepped inside like he belonged there. Like he had a reason to be in a room with you.

Like you were already waiting for him.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched so hard it started to ache, but he barely noticed. His grip around his phone tightened until his knuckles went pale, the edges digging into his palm. Across the bar, you were still there. Still grinning. Still leaning slightly toward Taehyung like nothing in the world had shifted.

Like you hadn’t just—

His stomach turned, something sharp and ugly twisting inside him.

Of course Taehyung had tried something. Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He had known for a long time. The way Taehyung looked at you sometimes… too long, too interested, too aware. The jokes that leaned a little too close to flirting. The way he always somehow ended up near you in group settings.

Jungkook had noticed.

He just hadn’t thought— No. That wasn’t true. He had thought about it. He just hadn’t believed you would ever give in.

And that… that was the part that made his chest feel tight now. Not that Taehyung wanted you. That was expected. It was that you might have wanted him back. That you might have let him have you the way he once did. That you had broken up with Jungkook and, instead of missing him, instead of needing space or time or anything he had convinced himself you needed—

You had gone to Taehyung.

His best friend.

Jungkook let out a quiet, sharp breath, dragging a hand down his face. This was insane. It could still be nothing. It could still…

He looked back up and saw the way Taehyung leaned closer to you again. Saw the way you didn’t move away like usually did. The way you were still there, still talking to him.

That was it. Something snapped clean in his chest. He was moving before he fully registered it, pushing himself off the bar, barely hearing someone call his name behind him. His steps were quick, direct, cutting through the crowd without hesitation, his focus locked on one thing only. On you, on him.

You noticed him too late.

By the time your eyes flicked up and met his, he was already there, already too close, already reaching for you. His hand closed around your arm, firm, unyielding, fingers digging in just enough to make you frown in confusion.

“Jungkook— what—”

“Shut up.”

It wasn’t a request.

“What the fuck—?”

Over his shoulder, his eyes flicked back briefly, locking with Taehyung’s for half a second. There was no confusion there. No question, just something dark and warning. “We’ll talk later,” Jungkook said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through.

You barely had time to react before he was pulling you away, out of the conversation, out of Taehyung’s reach, through the crowd toward the back hallway. The music got muffled the further you went, replaced by the dull echo of footsteps and your voice trying to keep up with him.

“Jungkook, what the hell— let go!—”

He didn’t. Didn’t even slow down.

Then he was turning away again, pulling you the rest of the way down the hall until he found the first door, shoving it open without checking and dragging you inside.

It was small. Bare. Some kind of storage office, maybe for cleaning supplies. A desk shoved in the middle of the place, a chair in a corner, shelves with random things stacked unevenly.

The door slammed shut behind you.

And suddenly it was quiet. The music barely making it inside.

Jungkook let go of your arm, but only because he needed the space, needed a second to breathe before he did something worse. His chest was rising and falling too fast, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.

You were already moving. “Are you insane?” you snapped, turning toward the door. “What is wrong with you—”

“Did you fuck him?”

The words cut through the room so fast they almost didn’t register. You froze immediately. Actually froze. Your hand paused on the handle, your whole body going still for just a second too long.

And that was enough.

Jungkook laughed, but there was nothing amused about it. It came out sharp, disbelieving, almost breathless. “Wow.”

You turned back slowly. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he shot back immediately, stepping closer. “Don’t ask? Don’t notice? Don’t put two fucking things together?”

“You don’t get to come in here and—”

“Did you?” he cut you off again, louder this time, the restraint slipping. “It’s a simple question.”

“Do you think I would fuck—?”

“You better not fucking lie to me,” his voice was demanding, rough, scary.

There was a silence. Your jaw tightened. “It’s none of your business if I did.”

That answer hit worse than anything else.

Jungkook’s expression shifted, something darker settling in. “None of my—” he repeated, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Right. Yeah. Of course.”

You crossed your arms, defensive now, already pulling away from the conversation. “We broke up, Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” he snapped. “I’m aware.”

“So what I do— who I see—”

“Who you see?” he laughed again, sharper this time. “You’re seeing him now? Is this a fucking joke?”

“I’m not seeing him and I didn’t—” You took a step toward the door again. “I’m not doing this with you. We’re done.”

He moved faster, hand slamming hard against the door before you could reach it, blocking your way completely. The sound echoed in the small room, making you flinch just slightly.

“Yes, you are.”

“Move.”

“No.”

“Jungkook—”

“Answer me.”

Your eyes flashed. “You don’t even fucking care. If this is an ego thing then no— I didn’t fuck him.”

That made him pause. Just for a second.

Because the answer was right there, sitting in his chest, heavy and undeniable and humiliating in a way he didn’t want to put into words. Because it shouldn’t matter. Even if it was an ego thing it shouldn’t matter. Because you weren’t his anymore. Because he had lost that right. And still—

“I care,” he said, voice lower now, rougher, “and not because an ego thing.” You didn’t say anything. And that silence stretched. “You could’ve picked anyone,” he went on, stepping closer again, his voice tightening with every word. “Anyone. And you go for him?”

“I didn’t ‘go for’ anyone—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “I saw the videos.”

“Videos?,” you snorted, humourless. “What— me and him fucking?.”

“No, you and him in that fucking party last week.” That made your expression flicker. A small and quick motion, but he caught it. You didn’t say anything snarky. “Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “That’s what I thought.”

You exhaled sharply, frustration bleeding through now. “It was a party, Jungkook. People talk, people drink—”

“People don’t end up in bathrooms together for no reason.”

The words landed hard. Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.

Jungkook stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you, his voice dropping into something quieter, more dangerous.

“Was he better than me?”

Your head snapped up. “What?”

“Was he better,” he repeated, slower this time, like he wanted you to hear every word, “or were you just that desperate to get over me?”

“Fuck you,” you shot back immediately, shoving at his chest. “You don’t get to say that—”

He caught your wrist before you could pull away, grip tight, not letting you go this time.

“Then what was it?” he demanded. “What— one week and you’re already— what? Letting someone else touch you? Spreading your legs for my best friend—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why?” he pushed. “Does it make it more real if we say it out loud?”

That did it. Something in your expression shifted, anger breaking through whatever restraint you had left. “You don’t get to do this,” you said, voice shaking now, louder. “You don’t get to act like you care after everything.”

“I do care—”

“Then where were you?” you shot back. “Where were you when I was asking for time? When I was asking for you to show up? You didn’t care then you don’t care now. You just don’t want me to move on.”

“That’s not—”

“You don’t get to ignore me for months and then suddenly decide you’re entitled to know who I’m with.”

The words hit him hard. Jungkook’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his jaw clenching again. “So this is what this is?” he said, quieter now, but no less intense. “You’re proving a point?”

“No,” you snapped. “I’m not proving anything to you because I don’t give a fuck about you anymore. We’re done.”

And those words landed between you like something solid. Like it was final. Jungkook stared at you for a second, something flickering across his face, anger, disbelief, something else underneath it that he didn’t let fully surface.

“Right,” he said finally, voice flat. “And now you’ll go to him?.” You didn’t answer. And that silence… It drove him insane. “Say it,” he pushed, stepping closer again, backing you up until the back of your shoulders brushed the wall. “Say it and I’ll drop it.”

“I don’t owe you—”

“Say it. Say that you’ll go to him. Say you don’t want me anymore.”

Your breathing hitched slightly, your back pressing harder against the wall as he closed the distance completely, his presence overwhelming in the small space.

“Jungkook—”

“Say it,” he repeated, softer this time, but somehow worse. “Tell me you want him.”

You swallowed. Your eyes flickered to his mouth for half a second— barely noticeable. But he saw it.

And that was it.

That was all it took, something in him snapped completely. His hand came up to your jaw, rough, not gentle, tilting your face up toward his as he leaned in, the last inch of space disappearing in a second.

And when he kissed you it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t hesitant. It was angry, desperate. Messy in a way that felt like he had been holding it in for too long and didn’t know how to do it any other way anymore. Jungkook’s lips smashed against yours like he’d been starving for it, like he couldn’t breathe without tasting you. His hands were everywhere— grabbing your waist, sliding up your back, threading through your hair— claiming, desperate, unrelenting.

Every thought he had was sharp and brutal: the thought of you with someone else, Taehyung’s stupid smug grin, the way he got to touch you, the way he got to hear your sweet sounds. The way he probably got to taste you and kiss you like that… it made him furious, desperate.

He pressed closer, chest against yours, like if he didn’t physically own you, he’d lose you entirely.

When he pulled back just slightly, just enough to see your face, his eyes were wild, dark with jealousy. “Was he better than me?” His voice was low, tight with anger, but trembling under the weight of his desire.

You froze. You opened your mouth, closed it, said nothing, tried to pull back. But he roughly grabbed your jaw with his fingers, making you pout slightly and tilting your head toward him, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Answer me,” he snapped, desperation sharpening his tone. “Was he better?”

Your silence was fuel to him, making something in his chest twist, making him kiss you harder, more urgently, as if trying to erase every trace of that possibility. He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing fast, whispering against your lips, “I’ll fucking show you… I’ll show you exactly who’s better.”

“Don’t— ”

“Now you talk?” He shook his head angrily. “You better keep your fucking mouth shut if you’re not answering right.”

Jungkook didn’t let you protest, kissing you hardly again.

He knew two things now: 1. He was going to fuck you senseless, and 2. He was going to kill Kim Taehyung after he was done with you.

His hands didn’t stop, roaming possessively, memorizing your body the way his mind wouldn’t let him forget. He kissed you like he was claiming you, like the second he let go, you might disappear into someone else’s arms forever. Every push, every pull, every heated second was coated with the anger, obsession, and need he couldn’t control. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t thinking. He was Jungkook— possessive, furious, and completely undone by the idea that you weren’t his anymore.

No, no— you were. You were his. He was going to show you. He was going to remind you.

You were still his. Jungkook was going to erase every trace of him.

Even as your lips parted and you tried to get words out, he silenced you with another sharp, hungry kiss, letting his hands and body speak for the fury he couldn’t contain. His mind spun with every memory, every image of you with anyone else, twisting into one single, obsessive thought: you’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.

“Get on your knees.”

It wasn’t a request. Jungkook’s voice was hard and rough, he was commanding you to do as he said so. You still opened your mouth to say something but he immediately pushed you down. His hand on your shoulder making you crunch down until you were on your knees.

“It wasn’t a fucking question.”

You’ve never seen Jungkook angry like that and somehow it just made your body vibrate with anticipation.

You were on your knees in the middle of a dark janitor’s closet, in a new bar, wood floor rough against your bare skin, heart hammering so loud you swore it echoed. Jungkook’s eyes glanced down at you. Dark and hard. His gaze moving at your glossy wet lips, and he had to stop himself to kiss you again by putting his thumb against your lips instead.

“Open,” you did. And he forced his thumb in. You gripped his forearm, and he forced himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue so you would suck a it, almost making you gag. “Yeah? Miss having a real dick?. Couldn’t even spent a month without having to look for it?”

He pushed his thumb out of your mouth, his hands going straight to unbuckle his jeans. You looked up as he started pumping himself over his clothes, getting harder at the sight of you.

“I didn’t,” you said to him.

Jungkook started breathing harder. Hope growing in his chest. “You didn’t fuck him?.”

“No, I did. I just didn’t have to look for it. Taehyung find me.”

You did fuck him.

Jungkook was definitely going to kill him.

And he was going to make you choke on it.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. His gaze darker than before. He was so horny and so angry it was going in pair. He moved his underwear down, his cock immediately jumping out to hit his abs. He looked so delicious like that, ready to make you do whatever he wanted to. Ready to make you regret even thinking about other man that wasn’t him. He could imagine you kneeling like that for Taehyung and that thought only made him want to go harder on you.

“You know what I didn’t miss? That fucking smart mouth.” His thumb stroked your cheek, almost tender, before he guided your head forward. “Open wide. Gonna remind you how to take a real man.”

He didn’t wait, didn’t prepare himself. He just wanted to make you feel him. He just wanted to be close to you in any way, remind you he could still make his way into you.

His fingers pressed hard in your cheeks, making you open your mouth and he slide in slow, letting you feel every inch stretching your jaw. The head popped past your lips with a wet sound, thick and hot on your tongue. You tasted skin and salt and him, his veins dragging along the flat of your tongue as he pushed deeper, inch by inch disappearing into the wet heat of your mouth.

He let your cheeks go. You whined around him, the sound muffled and pathetic, and it made him groan. His hips finally rolled forward, shallow at first, feeding you more until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your eyes watered instantly, lashes clumping, but you didn’t push him away. You just blink up at him, tears spilling, remembering how it felt to take him.

“Yeah, just like that.” Jungkook nodded slowly, his fingers sinking into your hair. “Gonna use what is mine.”

He started fucking your mouth in earnest then. First slow, controlled strokes that let you feel every ridge, every vein sliding over your tongue. Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his jeans that were in the middle of his thighs, trying to steady yourself while he used your throat like it was his.

But even when he was fucking your throat Jungkook couldn’t forget that you were like this with another man. That you decided to do this with someone else.

It fucked him up the fact that you were actually moving on, able to fuck another person without feeling like you were betraying him. It pissed him off that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. That he couldn’t ever stop thinking about you. Even if he was angry, even if you were to fuck someone else tomorrow. He would stuffed your throat and fuck you senseless until you understood that no one could ever compare to him. He would be behind you, reminding you that every day if he had to.

He wondered if you even knew what it felt like to be this crazy over someone. He wasn’t even able to phantom another person doing that for you— you wouldn’t have enough room in your mind to think about him if that were the case, right?.

Jungkook pulled away from you. You coughed slightly, eyes filled with tears. He didn’t even spare you a second gaze before taking a seat in the old chair next to the wall, spreading his legs.

“Come here. Wanna see you crawl.”

You shouldn’t.

Jungkook didn’t know if you were asking for forgiveness, you don’t seem like it. You actually didn’t even look guilty for fucking Taehyung so he didn’t know why you still played with him. Crawling back to him like you were still his. But he wasn’t going to complain, he was going to take whatever he could out of you. He’ll take whatever you want from him, even if it was playing a part to get you off.

“Kook—”

“You know what I like.”

You positioned yourself between his legs. Your hand moved the base of his cock, squeezing it slightly. Jungkook didn’t move, watching you with boredom. You looked down at him. His veins bulged under the skin, thick and ridged, pulsing when you gave another tentative squeeze. One fat vein snaked right along the underside, throbbing harder every time your thumb brushed over it.

“You can do better,” Jungkook muttered, voice low and strained, one big hand cupping the back of your head.

He was looking so composed except for the way his cock twitched in your grip and the bead of precum already leaking from the slit.

You stuck out your tongue, slowly licking from the base to the head of his cock. Jungkook’s nails gripped the chair hard. Your lips kissed his mushroom tip and he was done for. He was sure that he will kill anyone who ever thinks has the right to touch you ever again.

You licked the head over and over like it was some damn popsicle. Jungkook let out a low sigh deep inside his chest. His hips rising uncontrollably, spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.

“Take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your eyes fluttering up at him. He wanted to kiss you so bad but he knew you didn’t deserve it. Looking all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your nasty doing. Did you dress like that for Taehyung? Did you think you were going to end up fucking him tonight?. “Open wide— yes, yea’ just like that—“ Jungkook groaned watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.

“I can—”

“Shut up,” he roughly guided you down again. “Shut the fuck up and take sum’ore, nghh—“ His other hand pushed his loose strands back, playing with his lip piercing to prevent the noises threatening to come out. “Fuck,” his back arched slightly, head thrown back as he gripped the chair. “Yeah, meant to be like this. On your knees just for me— ngh, shit. You piss me off so bad. Did he— did he get you like this too?.”

“He didn’t,” you finally answered, innocently glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was your favourite dessert and you weren’t talking about how his best friend fucked you.

Weirdly, that statement made Jungkook feel better.

“Good. That pretty mouth is only mine.” You kissed again his oozing tip before swallowing him. “That’s right, fuckin’ mine. Takin’ me, just me— Say it.” He grabbed your hair, pulling you away to make you look at him without his cock in your mouth. “Say you’re mine.”

“Make me,” you breathed out before sticking your tongue again, licking his tip.

Jungkook clenched his teeth, “you fuckin’ whore,” his abs tensed even more as you picked up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. His eyes struggled to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choked more of his cock into your tight hot mouth. “Only mine, mine. Get it in your fucking head— shit, shit, f-fuck,” Jungkook stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flexed. the sound alone had you choking a bit as a moan left your throat.

He tugged your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you started whining.

“Gonna have your throat stuffed like this for weeks so you fucking understand who you belong to,” he bit his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth. You gagged even more but remained in the mission of sucking him dry, barely whining around him as you gripped his thighs. “Dumb girl.”

Another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he let it out. His other hand pressed a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.

Your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body. “Wait, wait— fuckin’ shit. Will come inside you not in your mouth.”

You pulled off, gasping for air. Jungkook’s head falling back slightly. You were so good for him. Once again, your tongue swiped against the sensitive vein. “The fuck did I tell you,” he pulled from your hair roughly to keep you away from his cock. You breathed heavily. Your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and pre cum connected your bottom lip to his drooling tip.

Jungkook thought how you looked the prettiest like that.

He groaned when his tongue collided with yours, kissing you hard again. Hot and desperate and aching to be further inside you than he could get. Jungkook wanted you to choke on him, to feel and think nothing but him, and even that won’t be a tenth of how he felt for you. He wanted you to see it, to realize how bad you’ve got him.

But he also wanted to put in your place.

His mind couldn’t stop imagine scenarios where Taehyung was in his place. Touching you, feeling you, talking sweet and nasty things into your ear, tasting you like that. It made his heart stopped, his veins getting warmer, his mind clouded in anger and desperation.

Jungkook pushed you to the desk, feet dragging the chair behind him. His hands moved your skirt to your hips and he quickly made you sit in the cold wood, opening your legs to discover what he missed the most. What was his, what he needed to remind who it belonged to. He put himself between your legs, panties already soaked. Even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of the desk and spread your legs apart completely.

His cock, colored in a deeper shade of wisteria with protruding veins woven around, slid on the thin layer of your dampened panties. Your thighs were parted even more with his obstinate hands, having you in full view.

Your cotton panties were too wet, clinging on to you, even more so due to him caressing and pressing it on your skin with the help of his shaft to vividly showcase the lining of your cunt. A string of thick pre-cum on his slit, dispersed itself on the wetness of your panties. “hm, dripping for me already,” he uttered through clenched teeth, rubbing the underside of his length on to your clothed folds. “yeah, feel this huh? Fucking mine. She’s crying for me.”

“S’ good, Kook,” you whined.

“Yea?” You let out a visceral moan when his tip nudged your clit with a hard motion. His cockhead traced the outline of your cunt. “Bet he couldn’t make you feel like this, huh. Thinks he can get away with takin’ what’s mine— shit, gonna fucking murder that bastard.”

“F-fuck, fuck—”

His plump head rolled over your aching clothed bud. It was messy and sticky, Jungkook started scrawling out the letters of his name against and around your clit. Whispering with it too, “Mhm, keep making those pretty sounds for me. Look how wet and ready you are. Throbbing for me. I know how much you missed me.” He muttered, not talking to you but your pussy. “Miss you too, pretty” Jungkook gave your cunt a soft tap that left the air filled with a wet plop! “Never letting you go again. Gonna keep you busy and full all the time.”

Jungkook pulled away, falling to the chair. Rough palm caressing your thighs before he started biting them.

“Kook—”

“Next time you wanna open your legs for a dumb fucking loser you better think twice.” He said, eyes dark as he looked at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. His thumb stroking your inner thigh. “Will fuck this pussy again and again until you understand she’ll never not be mine.”

Jungkook easily hooked a finger and slid your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licked a wet strip up your sweet cunt.

And before you could even properly moan he was wrapping his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you jolt and whimper loudly.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of him enjoying that so much but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to show you why you would never get away from him, why he would never let you go. He didn’t want you to think about another man ever again, didn’t like the thought that he was so stupid to almost let you go. He didn’t like the fact that you were about to leave him. The fact that you got so close to move on from him that you let another man fucked you.

He hated it. He hated it so much.

His teeth bit down your clit softly, making you sob at the painfully delicious feeling. Your cunt was practically pouring with arousal as he shoved his lips back in. Jungkook couldn’t believe he spent weeks without putting his mouth between your legs. He should’ve thrown you in a private place and fuck you dumb before. He shouldn’t have let you walk away so easily.

He thought how he’ll never do it again. He’ll never let you go like that. He’ll never let you even think about it.

The sweet taste of your juices had him moaning against you. He was about to pull away to fuck you properly but you didn’t let him. “S’ close— Kook, please,” your nails dug into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out.

If he wanted too, he could pull away easily but having you force his head between your thighs had him going feral, grateful you needed him that bad. He wanted so badly to make you go dumb, that the only thing you could think of was him and his touch. Him making you feel good, him touching you in the parts you needed him the most.

Jungkook dragged his tongue up slow, circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the desk. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.

He licked you like he had been waiting to all day. Desperately and deep, tongue flattening, dragging, nosing up against your clit while his hands gripped your thighs to keep you wide open and wobbling. He was not gentle. He was eating you to make a point, moaning into your cunt while your fingers claw his hair and your mouth opened around a pathetic sound you didn’t mean to make.

“Messy little whore,” he said looking at you, tongue dragging a slick stripe through your folds like he was eating his plate clean, “should make you say sorry with your legs open.”

He stopped.

You whined, so close to your release it made you almost cry in frustration, “no, no, no— please, kook—”

“Yea? Think begging will work now?” Jungkook stood up, messily cleaning your juice from his jaw and nose with his shirt before looking at you. “Say it.”

“W-what?” you frowned confused.

“Say you’r mine,” he said again. His hand move to your cunt, brushing his fingers against your clit.

“Kook,” you whined.

Jungkook lose his patience. Your sopping cunt continued to leak as he teased you more and more, and it was the most satisfying sight in the world to see you shake with need beneath him. “What? you’re not mine now?. Wan’ me to fuck you now so then you’ll jump to the next guy who can fuck you open in whatever place you want, huh?” Your hole fluttered, practically begging him to put something inside, but he only dragged his finger up to your clit to tease you there too. “Fucking needy girl. Who else you wanna fuck? Another friend of mine?”

“Only you,” you finally said, hips rubbing in his long rough fingers looking for more. “Swear only you,” you admitted sweetly.

“I don’t believe you now.”

“Swear— I swear,” you nodded frivolously, voice broken. “Only yours, I’m only yours, baby.”

Baby.

You were a manipulative horny bitch.

Jungkook hated how much he could love you.

“Yea’ that’s right. Just mine.”

Before you knew it he was putting you down the desk and turning you around. Then suddenly pressed you down until your chest was flush against the desk. Skirt rolled up to your hips, cheek pressed to the cold wood. He got rid of your panties really quickly, bringing them up to his nose to inhale your sweet juices. It made his cock harden even more, pre cum leaking.

His fingers quickly found his way to your hot cunt, fingering you really roughly, intensifying his thrusts to hear you yelp in pain under him.

“Need me to stretch out that tight hole, get you ready for a real cock,” he muttered. “Or not?. Maybe needy whores like you don’t need this, right? Should fucked you dry the moment I closed that door.”

It didn't take long for him to replace his fingers with his cock.

In one hard and fast motion he was inside you. Jungkook didn’t care whether you were struggling to take him right, didn’t care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already. He only wanted to make you feel him, to make you suffer a little for all the shit you made him go through.

Jungkook slid his fat cock until it was barely in your cunt, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottomed out, fucking you a little faster.

“Mmh,” you whined. Eyes filling with tears by the way he was fucking you. “Jungkook—”

“Shut up and take it,” his thrusts were precise and sharp, big cock stretching out your cunt to his size. “Sweet pussy made for me. Wanted me to keep you like this, right?” He slammed harder into you. “Need to keep you like this so you won’t go spreading your legs to anyone who gives you a little bit of attention.”

“Nghh…” He hit one spot that made you finally sob in pleasure. Jungkook smiled, hitting it again and again until you were crying, “w-wait, wait—”

His cock was thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and you were shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. He continued fucking you so deep and hard it was making your legs shook in pleasure and back arched in need.

Too much, it was too much. You could feel the high building slowly in your tummy.

Your hands searched for his leg, your hips moving closer to the desk so you could pull away from him just for a second of how intense it was becoming everything.

“F-fuck, yes, yes,” he exhaled hard through his nose.

Jungkook didn’t let you.

He grabbed your hands with one of his, pressing it to your back. His other hand quickly moving your right leg on top of the desk so he could fuck you deeper. You cried out when he slammed harder into you. “Kook—”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

His weight dropped, his chest pressing to you back to keep you in place. His hips snapped forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes rolled and your mouth fell open on a silent scream.

“I’m not letting you go ever again,” he muttered, voice rougher now. “You’re gonna take it. Isn’t that what you wanted? I’ll keep you like this every fucking minute, so full of me you won’t be able to think about anyone else.”

“S’ too much, Jungkook.” You sobbed. “Please, p-please too much.”

He didn’t care. He just wanted to show you he can and will fuck you dumb. That he will make you like this everytime you think about leaving him ever again. Every time you think about the possibility of seeing another man.

Shit. That thought just pissed him off even more.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, i’m y-yours.”

So dumb. You were getting so stupid for his cock it made his chest filled with pride.

Jungkook knew you could have anyone you wanted. He knew you could find an asshole who could treat you better and give you more time than his demanding career allowed him. But he was greedy, he didn’t want you to find someone else. Jungkook was better than any other guy anyway, he loved you more, he treat you nicely, he fucked you deeper, spread you wider on his fat cock. He was the only one for you.

But he needed you to think that too.

“Tell me you’re my girl,” his voice was softer this time, even if he was fucking you roughly. “Tell me that you love me.”

You obeyed, sputtering the words back as your cunt squished around him. Jungkook didn’t know if you were conscious enough to be aware of what were you saying or if you even meant it— but it was enough for him.

But then you said it.

“‘m sorry,” you whispered, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling cunt. Not becuase you felt like it but becuase you wanted to show him you could take him even in that dumb state of mind, show him how good you were behaving for him

Jungkook let a long sigh, slowly feeling a little less angrier than before.

You were still his. He knew it.

“Fuck you,” he barked with not real hurt behind it “Knew you were trouble. Should’ve stayed away from you.”

“Nghh…” He rolled his hips. Grinding drag outward that emptied your head completely. He felt that shift inside him, you felt the thick drag of his cock against your walls, and your cunt clenched greedily around him. “You’re mine too.”

“W-what?,” his hips stuttered.

“Y-you’re mine too.”

“Oh,” he said softly, like that answered something. “Greedy girl. Always want everything to be yours.”

“Kook,” you whined.

“There you go,” he murmured, starting to move faster again. Deep, rolling thrusts. perfect full thrusts, each one pushing the air out of you on the way in. You felt every vein, every inch, your slick making it obscenely loud in the small closet. “taking me s’ well, aren’t yeah?”

“Kook, say it,” you cried out again.

Jungkook didn’t want to. He didn’t want to give up so easily. He knew you knew he was head over heels for you. He knew you were just doing this to watch him become a pathetic man of himself for you. You knew he was yours, he was completely and ridiculously yours. He would cut his fingers and shot himself in the head if it wasn’t that way. But he hated how much power you had over him. Hated how you could make a mess out of him with some pretty words and those sweet eyes.

He hated you— No, no he didn’t— He loved you. He loved you so much it was pathetic.

Pathetic. So pathetic by the fact he was trying to show you he was better than his best find so you wouldn’t leave him.

One big hand slide up, covered your mouth completely. His palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrated right into his skin. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t hurt you— just hold you, kept every word and every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he started fucking you in long, punishing strokes.

Two fingers found your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he didn’t tease you, just rubbed firm, tight circles.

Your whole body jerked under him, back arching uselessly because there was nowhere to go. He was too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. Your cunt clamped down so hard he groaned, low and wrecked— and his rhythm stuttered for half a second before he fucked you even harder.

“Mmphmm.”

“Uh?,” Jungkook moaned in your ear. “Shit, takin’ me so well, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up. Make you full of myself.” He pressed a hand in your tummy, making you both feel how deep he was. You cried out at the feeling. “Gonna make you walk with my cum inside you every place we go— shit, yea. Like that? squeezing s’ tight.” Jungkook was gone, mumbling words he didn’t even realize he was saying. Your cunt feeling so good around him it was making him go dumb too. “F-fuck, fuck… gonna keep this pussy full of my cum so when— when you open your legs for another man he’ll see who you fucking belong to.”

You could only sob into his hand, nodding frantically, thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you thought you might break.

“Mine, mine, mine. Ya’ mine.” Jungkook whined, hips stuttered. “I’m yours— yours. I’m yours too, baby.”

You shattered so hard your vision whited out for two seconds, back bowing slightly, cunt spasming violently around his length while you sobbed silently into his palm. He didn’t stop fucking you through it. He kept that same brutal pace, drawing it out until you were limp and twitching and almost drooling against his hand.

His orgasm didn’t take too long to arrive after yours, He came hot inside your folds, thick ropes of cum all inside you. And it was so good that he wanted to cry, filling you up, making you his again. He continued fucking you through his high, didn’t let any of his cum go to waste and fucked himself deep inside you.

His cock sore and softening inside you, cum dribbling onto your nub and painting your cunt with his load. It felt sticky and dirty. But it was his.

The overstimulation hit like a freight train and you were crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his weigh kept you spread wide.

Jungkook moved his hand from your mouth to your jaw, still on top of you in that desk, he tilted your head to press his lips on yours. A uncomfortable position but he didn’t care, he just wanted to kiss you badly. He kissed you deeper like he wanted to engraved himself on you. He was desperate to keep you there with him, to keep you forever. He wanted to keep you in that moment forever, afraid of letting you go.

“Mine,” he said one last time.

He rolled his hips one las time, just once, slow, hard and deep, making sure you felt every inch of him in inside you. Just to remind you who was the one who got you like that, spread for him. And just to remind you he was yours too.

well there’s that…