The club throbbed with music, neon lights pulsing over sweat-slicked bodies. Jimin was on the dance floor, shirt unbuttoned down to his chest, grinding against anyone who came near. His skin glowed under the lights, lips swollen from biting, eyes glazed with lust and liquor.

He knew he looked like a slut. That was the point.

Hands slid over him—strangers groping his ass, tugging at his waistband. Jimin moaned, letting them touch, teasing them, leaning back against the nearest body and rolling his hips.

But then… he felt that gaze.

From across the club, Jeon Jungkook  sat in the VIP booth, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Broad shoulders, tattoos peeking from under his shirt, salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, his blue eyes burning like ice fire.

He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t amused. He was hungry.

Jimin’s knees went weak when their eyes locked.

——

Minutes later, Jimin found himself pinned against the wall of the club’s corridor, the music thumping through the walls. Jungkook towered over him, one hand gripping Jimin’s jaw.

“You enjoy letting men paw at you like a cheap slut?” Jungkook’s voice was low, dangerous, Italian accent thick.

Jimin whimpered, heat flooding his body. “M-maybe…”

Jungkook smirked darkly. “You like attention, don’t you? You like being watched.”

Jimin’s cock twitched in his jeans. “Y-yes…”

Jungkook leaned closer, his lips brushing Jimin’s ear. “Then listen carefully. You’re not leaving this club with anyone else tonight. You’re coming with me. You’re mine now.”

Jimin shivered, nodding before he even realized it.

——

Jungkook didn’t ask. He simply took Jimin’s hand and led him out, his men clearing the way. In the car, Jimin sat trembling beside him, cock straining, thighs pressed together.

Jungkook placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing hard. “Spread.”

Jimin obeyed instantly, spreading his legs as heat burned his cheeks.

Jungkook smirked. “Good little slut. Already learning.”

——

Back at Jungkook’s penthouse, Jimin barely had time to look around before he was shoved onto the massive leather couch. Jungkook towered over him, stripping off his shirt to reveal broad, tattooed muscles.

Jimin licked his lips, eyes wide.

Jungkook chuckled. “Look at you. Hungry already. You were made for this.”

He yanked Jimin’s clothes off, leaving him naked, flushed, and trembling. Jimin’s cock throbbed, dripping pre-cum down his stomach.

Jungkook spat in his hand, smeared it over Jimin’s cock, then slapped it hard. Jimin cried out.

“Pathetic slut,” Jungkook growled. “Dripping like a whore before I’ve even touched your hole.”

Jimin whimpered, “P-please, Jungkook—”

“Don’t you dare beg yet,” Jungkook snapped. “You don’t even know what it means to be fucked by me.”

——

Jungkook flipped Jimin onto his stomach, spreading his ass wide. He spat directly onto Jimin’s hole, rubbing it in with his thumb before forcing two fingers inside.

Jimin gasped, back arching. “Ohh—fuck!”

“Loose little hole,” Jungkook muttered, stretching him mercilessly. “Tell me, slut, how many cocks have been here tonight?”

Jimin sobbed into the cushions. “N-none—fuck, just yours—”

“Good answer.” Jungkook lined up his cock, thick and veined, and slammed in with one brutal thrust.

Jimin screamed, nails clawing the couch. “Ahhh—fuck, Jungkook—too big—”

Jungkook grinned, pounding harder. “You’ll take it. Every inch. You were made for this cock.”

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room. Jimin moaned shamelessly, drool wetting the cushions as his body surrendered.

“You love it,” Jungkook snarled, pulling his hair back so Jimin’s face tilted up. “Being split open, used like a fucking toy.”

“Yes—yes—fuck me harder—” Jimin cried.

——

Jungkook flipped him onto his back, legs shoved high to his chest, and fucked him raw. Jimin’s body shook, cock leaking nonstop.

“Look at you,” Jungkook spat, slapping his face lightly. “A slut on his back, begging to be ruined. Say it. Say what you are.”

Jimin sobbed, “I-I’m your slut—”

“Louder!” Jungkook roared, slamming deep.

“I’M YOUR SLUT!”

Jungkook growled, cock throbbing as he pistoned in and out, balls slapping Jimin’s ass. “That’s right. Mine. You’ll never spread your legs for anyone else again.”

Jimin screamed as his body convulsed, cumming untouched all over his stomach.

Jungkook fucked him through it, growling in satisfaction. “Pathetic. Cumming like a whore just from my cock. You were born for this.”

Moments later, Jungkook slammed in deep and spilled inside him, filling him to the brim. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down Jimin’s ruined hole.

——

Jimin lay wrecked, sweaty, shaking, hole gaping. His lips trembled as he whispered, “Jungkook…”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing him hard, biting his lip until it bled. “You belong to me now. Understand?”

Jimin nodded weakly, dazed and blissed out. “Y-yes… yours…”

Jungkook smirked, stroking his hair almost tenderly. “Good boy. From now on, you’re my personal slut. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

Jimin moaned, closing his eyes, body ruined and owned from the very first night.