The second the hotel door clicked shut behind them, Kook spun her around and shoved her back against it. The lock snapped into place with a soft, final sound. His big body caged her in completely — one hand planted beside her head, the other already gripping her waist so hard his fingers sank into the soft flesh.

He didn’t give her a second to breathe.

His mouth crashed onto hers, deep and hungry and filthy. Tongue shoving past her pink lips, tasting the alcohol and the desperation on her. Tae moaned into the kiss like a whore, instantly melting, big soft tits pressing hard against his chest. She kissed him back just as dirty, sucking on his tongue, hips already rolling forward like she was trying to climb him.

Kook ground his thick, clothed cock right between her thighs, dragging it up and down against the soaked front of her tiny red dress. The fabric was so thin he could feel how wet she was. How hot.

“Fuck—” Tae broke the kiss with a gasp, head falling back against the door. “Please… please just take it out. I need your cock so bad—”

He smirked against her mouth, grinding slower, meaner.

“Strip for me, baby,” he said, voice low and rough. “Let me see that slutty body first. Then I’ll decide if I should fuck you or not.”

Tae’s eyes went glassy. She didn’t even hesitate.

She reached behind herself with shaking fingers and tugged the zipper down. The red dress loosened and slid off her shoulders, catching for a second on her heavy tits before gravity won. It pooled at her feet in a useless little heap. Completely naked underneath. No bra. No panties. Just pale skin, fat pink-tipped breasts that bounced softly as she straightened, a soft stomach, wide hips, and a pretty, dripping pussy already shiny with how wet she was.

Kook went still.

His eyes dragged over her like he was starving. The high-school queen bee — the girl who used to call him ugly boy and useless nerd — was standing in front of him completely bare, thighs pressed together, nipples tight, cunt visibly leaking down her inner thigh. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

He never thought this day would actually come.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Look at you.”

Tae bit her lip, already playing with herself without being told — one hand cupping a heavy tit, thumb rubbing over the nipple, the other sliding down between her legs.

“Shake them for me,” Kook ordered, voice darker now. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it without looking away from her. “Ass and tits. Let me see how slutty you can be.”

Tae moaned like the command alone made her wetter. She turned around, bent forward a little, and started shaking her ass — thick, soft, jiggling with every movement. Then she straightened, faced him again, and bounced her tits in her hands, letting them slap together, pink nipples peeking between her fingers. She spread her legs wider, used two fingers to open her pussy lips, showing him the shiny pink inside, the way it clenched around nothing.

“Like this?” she panted, voice high and needy. “You like seeing what a whore I am?”

Kook’s camera shutter clicked again and again. He took his time, angling the phone, capturing every filthy pose — her tongue out, tits pushed together, ass spread, fingers stretching her cunt open for him. The smirk on his face never faded.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, still snapping pictures. “High-school bully turned hotel whore. These are going to look real nice later.”

Tae’s thighs were shaking. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please— I’ve been good, I’ve shown you everything— just fuck me already, I need your cock, I’m dripping—”

Kook finally put the phone down on the dresser. Then he started stripping.

Slow.

He pulled the black shirt over his head first, revealing the hard, muscled chest and the full sleeves of tattoos that ran down both arms and over one side of his ribs. Tae made a broken little sound, one hand flying between her legs to pinch her swollen clit as she watched. Next came the belt. The pants. The black boxers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, heavy, the tip already wet. Veins stood out along the shaft. It looked angry.

Tae’s mouth fell open. She rubbed her clit faster, staring like she’d never seen anything so hot in her life.

“Oh my god… you’re so big… please—”

Kook closed the distance in two steps and caged her against the wall again. Bare skin on bare skin. His hot cock slapped up against her soft stomach, then he adjusted and dragged it lower, letting the thick head smear through the mess between her thighs. Tae immediately started grinding — shameless, filthy, rolling her hips so her dripping pussy lips slid up and down the length of him.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, voice cracking. “I don’t even care who you are, just put it in, I’ll be so good—”

Kook leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

And then he whispered his name.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

Tae froze.

Her whole body went stiff. The grinding stopped. Her eyes went wide, the colour draining from her face as the name sank in. The quiet boy. The one she used to trip in the hallways. The one she called ugly and useless and pathetic in front of everyone. The nerd who used to keep his head down and never fought back.

Now he was the man with his cock sliding against her bare cunt.

Kook pulled back just enough to see her face. He smiled — slow, dark, satisfied.

“You’re not leaving tonight, Tae.”

She shoved at his chest, panic flashing across her pretty features. “No— no, this is a mistake, I didn’t know—”

He didn’t let her finish.

One strong hand grabbed the back of her thigh and yanked it up around his hip. The other gripped her ass. And then he rolled his hips, dragging his bare, rock-hard cock right through her soaked pussy lips — slow, deliberate, the thick head catching on her clit with every stroke. Tae’s protest melted into a filthy, broken moan. Her head fell back against the wall. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

“Fuuuck—”

“Still so fucking wet,” Kook growled against her ear, grinding harder, smearing her own juices all over his cock. “You spent years treating me like shit. Calling me ugly. Making sure everyone laughed at me. And now look at you. Naked. Dripping. Begging for the same useless nerd’s cock.”

He thrust against her again, the head of his cock kissing her entrance without pushing in, just teasing, torturing.

“I hate you,” he whispered, voice rough with years of held-back anger. “I hate the way you used to look at me. I hate how you smiled when you ruined my days. And I especially hate how fucking good this slutty little cunt feels sliding all over me right now.”

Tae was shaking, torn between trying to push him away and pushing her hips forward for more. Every time she opened her mouth to protest, he ground against her clit again and another filthy moan spilled out instead.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Kook repeated, biting down on the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Not until I’ve fucked every bit of that mean-girl attitude out of you. Not until you understand exactly who owns this body tonight.”

He kept grinding — slow, filthy, relentless — while she moaned and trembled and tried to remember how to hate him back.

The night was only getting started.