30
Third Person Pov
Taehyung slammed the glass down with a dull thud, liquor splashing onto the table’s edge. His lips glistened as he wiped them with the back of his hand, a crooked laugh spilling out of him. His bloodshot eyes were unfocused, yet burning with defiance. He leaned back, head lolling against the couch.
“I won,” he slurred, voice cracking into a chuckle.
Jungkook’s eyes were closed, his jaw tight, the heavy glass balanced loosely in his hand. At the words, his lashes lifted, revealing glazed but sharp eyes.
“I haven't even stopped.” the CEO murmured, lifting the drink to his mouth and taking another slow swallow.
Taehyung’s hazy glare cut across the dim room. He shifted forward, trying to stand, but his knees buckled. He collapsed back into the couch with a breathless grunt.
“Cheater,” he muttered, trying again, his palms pressing against the cushions. His body swayed, fighting against itself.
Jungkook calmly refilled his glass, the sound of the liquid pouring piercing through the silence. He looked at Taehyung, lips curling faintly.
“How would I compete with a certified alcoholic?” His voice trembled slightlyy. His eyes shone red, threatening to water.
“Your concern,” Jungkook added quietly, almost warning. “Sit down.”
Taehyung’s fingers curled into fists, knuckles blanching, his pride boiling hotter than the alcohol burning through his veins. He leaned forward, words breaking, heavy with venom.
“You… y-you don’t tell me when to sit.”
Taehyung staggered to his feet, almost knocking over the glass on the table. His finger jabbed the air, missing Jungkook by a whole arm’s length.
“You… you don’t—hic—don’t get to order me around.” His words rolled out thick, dragging, as if his tongue were made of lead. “I’ll do whatever I want… whenever I want. If I wanna go out, I’ll go out. If I wanna stay, I’ll stay. And if I wanna talk to---to whoever the hell I want… I will.”
His voice cracked into a laugh that wasn’t quite laughter, more like a broken choke.
Jungkook, head tipped back against the couch, opened his eyes just a fraction. His lashes were heavy, lids fluttering like they weighed a ton. The glass in his hand wobbled dangerously, but he tilted it anyway, swallowing the last drops.
“You sound… like a damn kid throwing tantrums,” he muttered, his words loose, rolling into each other.
Taehyung glared at him. His foot slipped as he tried to steady himself, but he caught the back of the couch, glaring down at Jungkook like the room itself dared to spin against him.
“Y-you—hic—you think you can just… say whatever? Huh? You think… think I’m one of your workers? Your damn employees?” His finger shook as he jabbed it again. “I’m not… not under you. Never was. Never will be. You don’t own me.”
Jungkook chuckled low, rubbing his temple as if the sound of Taehyung’s slurring was both grating and oddly entertaining.
“Not under me, yeah. Right.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the glass dangling between his fingers as he stared at the younger whose lips parted to blurt something again.
“You can’t do anything. You just sit there… barking orders, pretending people move because you’re you. A f-fucking loser, that’s what you are, Mr. Jeon.” Taehyung's words slurred, but the venom laced inside them dripped clear as water.
He tilted his head back, grin lazy, almost taunting.
The next second his body jolted, yanked hard by the arm. He stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet, until his front was slammed into the wall with a dull thud. His cheek pressed against the cold surface, breath stuttering from the force.
Jungkook’s chest was at his back in an instant, his grip like iron on Taehyung’s wrist as he pinned it up against the wall. His voice came low, rasping, hot against the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
“Can’t do nothing, yeah?”
Taehyung’s lashes fluttered, his throat working as he swallowed. He forced the words out, softer this time, but still defiant. “Y-Yeah…”
The smirk in Jungkook’s voice was audible. He pressed in closer, until Taehyung could feel every hard line of him, his crotch grinding deliberately against the curve of Taehyung’s ass.
Taehyung’s teeth clenched, a sharp breath leaving him. “What… what the—are you doing?”
Jungkook’s laugh was dark, low, vibrating against his skin. “You feel that?” His hips rolled once, slow, controlled.
Taehyung shook his head stubbornly, face still turned against the wall, trying to cling onto whatever pride he had left. His refusal only made the CEO’s smirk widen.
“Don’t lie,” Jungkook murmured, his hand slipping from Taehyung’s wrist to grip his hips, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
He aligned himself deliberately, the pressure unmistakable now. “You’ll feel it… the second it’s inside you.”
A shiver shot down Taehyung’s spine. His breath hitched, and though he bit his lip hard enough to taste iron, a small, broken sound still escaped him almost a whimper.
Jungkook shoved his face against the back of Taehyung’s neck, his breath hot and uneven.
“L–leave me…” Taehyung muttered, his words slurred, voice trembling more from confusion than anger.
But Jungkook only shook his head slowly, refusing to move, his face buried deeper against Taehyung’s skin. The warmth of his breath spread over Taehyung’s neck, making him shiver despite the haze of alcohol in his veins.
“Y–yah…you,” Taehyung tried again, his tone weaker this time, almost a plea. His hands twitched at his sides, not knowing whether to push him away or grab onto something.
Jungkook didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed his face closer, then pulled back just slightly, only to nuzzle in again harder the deliberate motion sending jolts down Taehyung’s spine. His body stiffened, then melted unwillingly under the rhythm of Jungkook’s drunken persistence.
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut. He could feel every breath, every shift of Jungkook’s lips against the sensitive curve of his neck.
Heat spread low in his stomach, betraying him. He swallowed hard, biting the inside of his cheek as if that would stop the way his chest heaved.
And then he felt it. The pressure of Jungkook’s body grinding against him, slow at first, then rougher, almost desperate.
Taehyung’s breath hitched violently. His knees threatened to give out as the CEO’s body pressed flush to his, the friction raw and undeniable.
His head tipped back, eyes rolling before he forced them shut again, lips parting in silence. He wanted to moan, to gasp, to let something slip but he bit it back, holding onto whatever self-control he had left. His throat tightened with the effort.
“Don’t… don’t do this…” he whispered hoarsely, but his voice betrayed him, thin and shaky.
Jungkook’s hand slid down, his fingers tracing Taehyung’s hip in an unsteady but deliberate motion.
The touch was light, teasing, almost careless, yet it burned through Taehyung’s skin like fire.
His body arched slightly without his permission, the alcohol dulling his resistance but sharpening every sensation.
Taehyung clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his body betrayed him over and over, responding to the warmth and pressure pressed into him. He felt trapped, consumed and yet, deep down, part of him didn’t want to move.
And then Jungkook’s voice, thick and slurred with liquor, broke the silence.
“I’ve always… wondered,” he murmured, words spilling warm and heavy against Taehyung’s sensitige skin. “What it… feels like… to be inside you.”
The words made Taehyung’s eyes widen.
Before he could form a thought, Jungkook pressed harder, his clothed length grinding into the curve of Taehyung’s back slow, deep, pulling away only to push back in with more force, as though his drunken body was chasing something it couldn’t have.
Each push made Taehyung’s chest jolt forward, made the air in his lungs stumble.
“Fuck…” Jungkook whispered, his voice husky, almost broken, his lips brushing Taehyung’s ear. “You don’t even know… how crazy you drive me.”
Taehyung bit down on his lip until it stung, his lashes fluttering shut as his resolve thinned, his body betraying him with every heated press of Jungkook’s hips.
Taehyung swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the table for some kind of anchor, his body trembling from the closeness, from the sheer audacity of Jungkook pressing into him. He tried to shift away, but Jungkook’s weight followed, forcing him into the wall.
“Don’t move,” Jungkook murmured, almost softly, almost sweetly but the possessiveness in his tone made Taehyung’s skin prickle. “…stay. Just stay.”
Taehyung’s chest tightened, a mixture of protest and involuntary thrill coiling inside him. His hands fisted against the wall, against nothing, grasping for control, but every inch Jungkook moved made it slip further from him.
The smell of alcohol, the warmth of Jungkook’s body, the intoxicating force of his presence it was overwhelming, consuming.
“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, dragging a hand down Taehyung’s side. “…ready to get fcked."
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered, tears pricking as he pressed back reflexively, only to feel the press of Jungkook’s chest again, the closeness suffocating and maddening.
And Jungkook leaned closer, lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, whispering, “…Give in. I know you want it.”
The words, the weight, the press of a body that refused to yield it was filthy, it was raw, it was overwhelming.
Taehyung bit his lips as he slowly turned around, tilting his head up to meet Jungkook’s bloodshot, half-lidded eyes.
His fingers instinctively gripped the collar of Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him down just slightly, just enough to feel the intoxicating heat radiating from him.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a low, knowing smirk, watching Taehyung’s every move with an intensity “You’re daring tonight,” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol
Taehyung gulped his heart pounding, defiance clashing with the pulse of desire that throbbed through him. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, holding him close.
“Kiss me,” he whispered, barely audible, trembling under the weight of his own audacity.
Jungkook didn’t wait. His hands shot to Taehyung’s hips, gripping firmly, pulling him flush against his body.
Their lips collided with a heated force, rough and hungry, tongues tangling as if they were trying to consume the other whole. Taehyung’s hands threaded through Jungkook’s hair, tugging gently, silently begging for more, for the fire that blazed between them.
“You taste like chaos… like you want it too,” Jungkook murmured against his lips, his voice deep and rough, his grip on Taehyung tightening. One hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Taehyung’s back, pressing him impossibly close, making the younger gasp.
Taehyung’s resistance wavered, caught between defiance and the undeniable pull of Jungkook’s dominance. His knees nearly buckled, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts, and yet he didn’t pull away.
Every touch, every flick of the tongue, every hard press of Jungkook’s body was a challenge and a surrender he didn’t want to admit.
Jungkook’s lips moved with precision, deepening the kiss, biting gently before pressing soft, lingering suckles along Taehyung’s jaw and neck.
“Mine,” he whispered huskily, one hand sliding under Taehyung’s shirt, grazing skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Taehyung’s own lips parted in a shaky moan, hands clutching Jungkook tighter, letting himself be pulled into the heat.
The kiss turned wet, tongues tangling with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. Jungkook deepened it, one hand roaming down Taehyung’s sides, pinching and grazing the sensitive skin, eliciting soft whimpers that made him press harder against Taehyung.
Taehyung tried to pry himself away, desperation flashing in his eyes, but a sharp, hard smack landed on his butt, sending a shiver through him.
A startled gasp escaped his lips.
“Don’t even try,” Jungkook murmured, his hot breath ghosting over Taehyung’s ear as his hands gripped Taehyung’s hips, holding him impossibly close.
The wet friction of their kiss, combined with the firm dominance pressing into him, made Taehyung’s knees weaken, his heart hammering against his chest.
Every part of Jungkook demanded attention, and Taehyung could barely think, barely resist. His hands trembled as they clutched at Jungkook’s shoulders, not wanting to let go.
Jungkook’s lips left a trail from Taehyung’s mouth to his jaw, sucking gently, then biting just enough to make him moan.
And then Jungkook pulled away staring at the mess he made. And then...
His fingers dug deeper into Taehyung’s hair, tugging him back with calculated force, making the younger gasp and arch against him.
Each tug was precise, deliberate pain mingling with a strange, infuriating pull that left Taehyung shivering.
“Hurts…” Taehyung whispered, his voice quivering as tears pooled in his eyes. His grip tightened around Jungkook’s wrist, as if holding on could anchor him from the storm that was the CEO.
Jungkook’s lips curled into a faint, cruel smile, not breaking his relentless gaze.
“Good,” he murmured, his tone low and husky, heavy with that sadistic edge
“I like it when you feel the hurt.”
Taehyung tried to protest, words stuck in his throat. “F-fucking…” he tried to hiss, but Jungkook silenced him by gripping his jaw, tilting his head so that Taehyung’s lips met his palm.
“You’ll get used to this,” Jungkook whispered, almost playfully cruel, pressing just enough to make Taehyung whimper without breaking entirely. “sooner or later.”
He shifted, letting go of the hair just enough to push Taehyung down onto his knees with a sharp motion.
The sudden force made Taehyung stumble slightly, chest tightening, hands grasping the sheets as he struggled to find footing. His teary eyes flicked upward, meeting Jungkook’s gaze dark, hungry, impossibly sadistic.
Jungkook wasn’t cruel just with his words; he was cruel with the way he dominated every inch of space, every reaction.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook said, a dark, dangerous purr in his voice, “and I’m going to make you feel every inch of it. You’ll whimper. You’ll scream. You’ll hate me… but you won’t be able to stop needing it.”
Taehyung’s teeth clenched, hands flexing, every nerve, every trembling inch of him was screaming otherwise, caught in the sadistic storm that was Jungkook.
Jungkook leaned back on the bed, palms pressing into the sheets, his gaze sharp as it pinned Taehyung in place.
“Suck.” he ordered, his voice low but carrying no room for argument.
Taehyung’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes flickering down to the heavy bulge straining against Jungkook’s pants.
"Yeah..." he slowly nodded wanting this more than ever.
His fingers trembled as he reached forward, fumbling with the belt. Jungkook tilted his head, watching him with amusement curling his lips into a cruel smirk.
Jungkook murmured, his tone laced with mockery. “Can’t even get a belt open without shaking."
Taehyung’s cheeks burned, but he nodded quickly, determined not to anger him. He unbuckled the belt at last, fingers brushing over the outline of Jungkook’s clothed length. Jungkook hissed at the touch, his jaw tightening.
“Quick,” he growled, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist and forcing his hand harder against the bulge.
With one sharp tug, Jungkook unzipped his pants himself, glaring down as if Taehyung was moving too slow for his liking. Taehyung shut his eyes when Jungkook shuffled with the boxers.
“Open your eyes,” Jungkook’s voice snapped, commanding. Taehyung’s lashes fluttered open, and his breath caught when Jungkook’s hard length sprang free, heavy and flushed, standing tall in front of him.
“w-what…” The word tore itself from Taehyung’s lips before he could stop it.
Jungkook’s lips curved, cruel satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He grabbed Taehyung’s chin, tilting his face up until their eyes locked.
“Now,” Jungkook rasped, voice deep and dangerous.
His head swayed slightly, eyes clouded, but the intensity of Jungkook’s gaze forced him into focus.
Jungkook leaned back further, one elbow propping him against the mattress, the other hand gripping the base of his thick length as if presenting it to Taehyung.
“Go on,” he taunted, voice dripping with disdain. “Don’t just stare like some desperate little thing. Use those hands.”
Taehyung’s fingers trembled as he reached out, hesitating an inch away from touching. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a second, he thought about pulling back.
“fuck it,” Jungkook hissed, grabbing the back of Taehyung’s hand and slamming it against his cock. Taehyung flinched at the heat of it, eyes widening at the sheer size, the way Jungkook’s skin pulsed under his palm.
“Move it,” Jungkook growled, forcing Taehyung’s hand up along the shaft. “Don’t make me do all the work for you. Or is that all you’re good for? Crying and whining?"
“I–I…” Taehyung’s words slurred, his throat dry, lips parting as his gaze darted between Jungkook’s face and his cock. Shame burned through him, but his hand obeyed, stroking hesitantly, clumsy and unsure.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he let out a low groan, not from pleasure but from the frustration of Taehyung’s sloppy pace. He grabbed Taehyung’s wrist again, guiding the rhythm, faster, tighter.
“My drunk little thing,” Jungkook spat, his voice cruel even as his hips twitched.
Taehyung’s lips parted as Jungkook pressed against them, the taste of salt and heat smearing on his tongue. His breath hitched, the alcohol making everything blurrier, heavier, but Jungkook’s grip on his jaw was sharp enough to anchor him.
“Wider,” Jungkook ordered, his thumb digging into Taehyung’s cheek until he whimpered. “Don’t make me force it in.”
Shame flushed across Taehyung’s face, but he obeyed, mouth opening slowly. Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he slid in, the thick head stretching Taehyung’s lips.
“Look at you,” he mocked, his voice a low growl. “On your knees, drunk out of your mind, drooling over my cock. Exactly where you belong.”
Taehyung gagged slightly as the length pushed deeper, his hands clutching at Jungkook’s thighs for balance. His watery eyes flicked up instinctively, and Jungkook caught them dark, burning, satisfied.
“Don’t fucking look away,” Jungkook snapped, thrusting his hips forward just enough to make Taehyung choke again. “I want you to see who owns you.”
Taehyung whimpered around him, muffled sounds vibrating against Jungkook’s cock. The more he tried to adjust, the rougher Jungkook grew, rolling his hips with a slow, punishing pace. His hand slid into Taehyung’s hair, tugging his head back only to push him down harder.
“My little playdoll” Jungkook rasped, his breath coming harsher. “Even when you hesitate, your mouth won’t stop wrapping around me. You love this, don’t you?”
Taehyung shook his head weakly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, but Jungkook only shook his head in amusement.
“Don’t lie to me,” he hissed, giving a sharp thrust that had Taehyung’s throat tightening around him. “ You’ll take what I give you... and you’ll thank me for it.”
Taehyung gagged around Jungkook’s cock, throat tightening as tears welled in his eyes. His hands pressed against Jungkook’s thighs, not pushing him away but clinging, desperate for something to steady himself.
“P–please…” Taehyung choked out when Jungkook finally yanked his head back, strings of saliva clinging from his lips to the flushed tip. His chest heaved, eyes hazy and wet. “Please… just a second."
Jungkook’s expression didn’t soften. His gaze was icy, sharp, as he gripped Taehyung’s hair tighter, forcing his head back until his neck strained.
“Begging already?” he said flatly, his tone cutting, almost bored. “You can’t even take me properly, and now you’re crying like a mess at my feet.”
Taehyung whimpered, his trembling hand wrapping around Jungkook’s length as if that alone might appease him. His strokes were shaky, desperate.
“this--this is my first time doing this...don’t—don’t be so cruel,” he whispered, voice breaking.
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, his cold eyes fixed on the sight of Taehyung’s swollen lips, spit glistening on his chin. He leaned forward, speaking low, venom lacing every word.
“Cruel?” His grip in Taehyung’s hair tightened until Taehyung winced. “You don’t get to ask me for kindness. Not after the way you’ve been whimpering like a b!tch in heat. You wanted this. So take it.”
Without warning, he shoved Taehyung’s mouth down on him again, deeper this time. Taehyung’s throat convulsed, a muffled sob breaking against Jungkook’s cock as his fingers clawed helplessly at Jungkook’s thighs.
“fcck‐,” Jungkook muttered, voice cold as steel, thrusting shallowly, watching every tear that slid down Taehyung’s face. “You beg, you cry, and still you open your mouth for me. That’s all you’re good for.”
Taehyung’s muffled pleas broke through the choking sounds, incoherent but desperate. When Jungkook pulled him off again, Taehyung gasped for air, his voice trembling... "let–let me fckin breathe."
Jungkook’s thumb dragged across Taehyung’s spit-slick bottom lip, pressing hard enough to silence him. His expression was blank, merciless.
“Shut up,” he said coldly. “You don’t get to decide when this ends. I’ll use you until I’m done. And you’ll take it, Taehyung... whether you can breathe or not.”
The name rolled off Jungkook’s tongue like a curse and a command all at once. His voice was low, husky from exertion, but edged with something sharp, something dangerous.
It was the first time he had ever spoken his name like that... just his name. It slid into the silence like molten fire, and Taehyung swore he felt the sound burn against his skin.
His chest heaved, his lips swollen and wet, and heat coiled low in his stomach.
God, he hated it... hated that just the sound of his name from Jungkook’s mouth could undo him more than the rough grip in his hair or the cock stretching his throat.
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes narrowing, watching every flicker of emotion dance across Taehyung’s face. His smirk was gone; his expression was colder now, crueler, as if he knew exactly what kind of spell his voice had just cast.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, voice dropping, dangerous and deliberate. His thumb traced Taehyung’s spit-smeared jaw, smearing the mess further.
“Your name never sounded so filthy until I said it.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as the heat rushed higher, burning under his skin. He wanted to argue but when his lips parted, the only sound that escaped was a broken gasp.
Jungkook’s grip tightened in his hair again until Taehyung was forced to look at him forced to drown in those merciless eyes.
“Look at you,” Jungkook said, flat and cold, as though Taehyung’s trembling was beneath him. “Flushed and falling apart just because I said your fucking name.”
Taehyung swallowed hard, the heat inside him unbearable, his thighs pressing together as if to ground himself. His lips quivered around a whisper, his voice hoarse.
“Say-Say it again…”
Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as he leaned down, his breath brushing cruelly against Taehyung’s mouth. His smirk didn’t return, only a merciless glare as he spat the name again, harder this time.
“Taehyung.”
The sound made Taehyung shiver violently, heat racing through his veins, and he realized with a sick twist of desperation that Jungkook had just found his weakness.
Taehyung felt his head spin, the alcohol blurring his senses, but his mouth moved on instinct.
He hollowed his cheeks againand sucked, eyes locking with Jungkook’s as he bobbed his head up and down. Jungkook’s breath grew ragged, his chest rising and falling faster with every sloppy pull of Taehyung’s lips.
When Taehyung’s tongue pressed harder against the tip, sucking greedily, a sharp groan tore from Jungkook’s throat. His head tilted back slightly, jaw clenched, but his eyes never left Taehyung.
“Are you sure you’re doing this for the first time?” Jungkook’s voice was low, harsh, laced with venom. His hand tightened in Taehyung’s hair, forcing him deeper. “You suck like an experienced whore.”
Heat burned across Taehyung’s face, humiliation searing through the haze of alcohol, but his lips stayed wrapped around Jungkook’s cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, muffled a whimper, and hummed...letting the vibration travel along the length.
“Fcck—” Jungkook cursed, his groan sharp, guttural, as his hips jerked forward. The vibration sent a shiver straight through him, and he dragged Taehyung’s head back just enough to sneer down at his ruined lips, spit and precum smeared across them.
“My fckdoll” he spat, his tone merciless. “Look at yourself. Sucking me like it’s the only thing you know how to do. Maybe you were born for this.”
Jungkook’s grip in Taehyung’s hair tightened, yanking his head forward until the head of his cock hit the back of Taehyung’s throat.
Taehyung gagged, tears springing instantly, but Jungkook didn’t ease up. His hips snapped forward, hard, relentless, using Taehyung’s mouth like it was nothing more than a hole to fuck.
“I don't care if you can't breathe,” Jungkook said, voice hoarse... shoving deeper, his own breath ragged. “If you can’t handle it, you’re not worth the mess you’ve made of yourself for me.”
Taehyung’s hands clawed at Jungkook’s thighs, not to stop him, but to anchor himself as drool spilled from the corners of his lips. His throat convulsed, choking on every sharp thrust, yet his dazed eyes never left Jungkook’s.
“Fcck—” Jungkook groaned low, jaw clenching as he forced Taehyung down until his nose brushed his skin.
“You’re a natural slut. No one would believe this is your first time.”
The words hit Taehyung harder than the thrusts. Shame mixed with the unbearable heat curling inside him, and his muffled whimpers vibrated around Jungkook’s cock, pulling another guttural groan from deep in his chest.
Just when Taehyung thought Jungkook would spill down his throat, Jungkook stilled. His hips froze. His cock throbbed against Taehyung’s tongue... so close, Taehyung could taste it.
But instead of giving in, Jungkook yanked him off with a brutal pull of his hair.
Taehyung gasped, coughing, spit dripping down his chin, eyes glassy with desperation. His lips stayed parted, trembling as he whispered hoarsely,
“Please… don’t stop…”
Jungkook’s face was expressionless, his voice flat and merciless as he leaned down, cock still wet and heavy between them.
“You don’t get to beg,” he said coldly. “You get what I decide. And right now, you get nothing.”
Taehyung’s chest tightened, the rejection hitting harder than the pain in his raw throat. He stared up at Jungkook, broken, humiliated, but still burning with unbearable need.
Jungkook smirked faintly, tugging Taehyung’s head back once more, making him arch painfully. His voice dropped to a whisper, venom laced in every syllable.
“Remember Taehyung. You’ll choke for me, you’ll beg for me, and I’ll still leave you empty.”
Jungkook’s grip in Taehyung’s hair didn’t loosen. He leaned down close, letting his hot breath ghost over Taehyung’s flushed, tear-streaked face. His eyes were dark, sharp, calculating.
“Watch,” he ordered flatly, his voice void of warmth. Taehyung’s throat constricted, eyes wide, heart hammering as he realized what was coming.
Slowly, deliberately, Jungkook began to stroke himself, the head of his cock glistening with pre.
Each motion was precise, merciless, drawing out the tension as he watched Taehyung’s trembling form beneath him.
Taehyung whimpered, wanting it back instinctively, but Jungkook’s fingers in his hair held him firm. “No,” Jungkook said coldly, his thumb pressing against Taehyung’s chin, forcing him to look.
With a low, controlled groan, Jungkook released, hot spurts splattering across Taehyung’s face, smearing down his cheeks and dripping onto his lips.
Taehyung choked on a gasp, eyes tearing as he felt the sticky warmth slide across him.
Jungkook didn’t smile. He didn’t say anything. He pulled back, leaving Taehyung gasping and trembling, face flushed and ruined, coated in his release.
The CEO's fingers slowly traced along the rim of the bed, adjusting his pants, cleaning his hands with slow, controlled movements all the while keeping Taehyung pinned under his piercing gaze.
“You’re mine,” he said finally, his voice low, sharp, leaving no room for argument. “Even when I leave you broken and wet, you’re still mine.”
Taehyung could barely move, dazed and dripping, his mind spinning from the humiliation and heat.
The alcohol, the humiliation, the domination it all twisted together, leaving him raw, trembling, and desperate for more, even though Jungkook had made it painfully clear who was in control.
His trousers were damp, the evidence of how much he’d been undone by Jungkook’s control.
He was so lost in the haze of pleasure and shame that he barely registered when Jungkook stood, moving with that effortless, cold precision that always made Taehyung’s heart stutter.
Jungkook returned with wet wipes, silent, deliberate, as if even speaking might shatter the tension.
He knelt in front of Taehyung, leaning close, and slowly, methodically, cleaned the mess from his face. Each swipe of the wipe was careful, controlled, and Taehyung felt his pulse quicken at the attention.
When their eyes met, Taehyung froze. His wide, teary gaze locked with Jungkook’s, and for a moment, the cold, sadistic edge in Jungkook’s expression faltered, just slightly.
He was still utterly commanding, still terrifying, but the way he looked at Taehyung...almost… captivated and that made Taehyung shiver.
Jungkook’s fingers hovered at Taehyung’s lips, brushing them lightly, teasingly, sending shivers down his spine. Taehyung closed his eyes instinctively, heat rising in his chest, every nerve screaming in anticipation.
Without a word, Jungkook leaned in, slow and deliberate. His lips pressed against Taehyung’s, claiming him in a kiss that was equal parts demanding and intoxicating but there was a heat there that made Taehyung melt entirely.
Taehyung responded immediately, pressing back against him, lips moving, tasting, needing. His hands found Jungkook’s shoulders, gripping, holding on as if the contact alone could tether him to reality.
His body was still humming from the earlier frenzy, still slick and sensitive, and the kiss made it impossible to think only feel.
Jungkook’s hands moved then, cupping Taehyung’s face, thumb brushing across his cheek with a possessive, deliberate motion.
The kiss deepened, tongues brushing, claiming, tasting, and yet Jungkook stayed in control, moving Taehyung exactly where he wanted him, testing him, owning him in this intimate way without losing the cold, commanding edge that made Taehyung shiver and ache all at once.
When they finally pulled back, just slightly, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling, chests rising and falling.
Taehyung’s eyes were still wide, teary, lost, and Jungkook’s gaze pinned him, heavy and dark, like a silent reminder that this Taehyung, this mess, this need was his entirely.
No words were spoken, but the silence carried everything: the dominance, the claim, and the first taste of intimacy that was completely Jungkook’s choice to give.
Jungkook’s grip was firm on Taehyung’s waist as he lifted him effortlessly, the younger’s legs dangling slightly before Jungkook pressed him down onto the bed. Taehyung’s eyes fluttered closed, lips parting, voice hoarse and breathless from everything that had come before.
Jungkook leaned over him, pulling him closer by the waist until their bodies were flush. Then, unexpectedly, he pressed his face against Taehyung’s chest.
The rapid thrum of Taehyung’s heartbeat under Jungkook’s cheek made his own racing thoughts quiet, grounding him in a way that no words or even dominance had managed before.
The moonlight spilled through the window, soft and silver, casting their bodies in a pale, ethereal glow. It felt almost unreal, too gentle, too intimate, after the harsh, humiliating words and rough control that had defined the night.
Taehyung’s chest heaved, his hands trembling slightly against Jungkook’s shoulders.
He hated everything about this man but
At the same time, Jungkook made him feel alive in a way no one else ever had.
Hate and desire warred inside him, twisting together until he could barely think.
Taehyung’s lips parted, a breathless whisper escaping, half-angry, half-desperate. “I feel like I'm stuck in this, forever."
Jungkook’s fingers grazed his jaw. He didn’t answer—not in words... but the look in his eyes said it all: You are.