A few days later, Tae was escorted down the quiet corridor by a guard. Her heels clicked against the cement floor, her short skirt swishing against her thighs. She had just left the warden’s office not an hour ago—her pussy was still stretched, swollen, and leaking Bang’s thick load deep inside her.

When the guard opened the cell door, Jungkook looked up—and his whole face lit up.

“Tae!” he grinned, jumping off his new mattress, rushing to her. His arms wrapped around her, crushing her against his chest. He kissed her eagerly, lips desperate, tongue sliding into her mouth.

Tae kissed him back, tasting his innocence, tasting his love—and at the same time tasting Bang’s cum still dripping inside her. Her thighs pressed together, trying to hold it in, her pussy clenching around the mess she carried.

“How are you even here?” Jungkook asked breathlessly, cupping her face like she was a miracle. “They let you into my cell? Baby, this is crazy!”

She smirked, stroking his jaw. “It’s part of your… special privileges.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, his voice breaking with emotion. “God, Tae… you’re amazing. You’re doing all this for me, aren’t you? You got me better food, this bed, new clothes—now this.” He kissed her again, forehead to forehead. “I don’t deserve you.”

Tae only smiled sweetly, hiding the wicked ache between her thighs. If only he knew the truth—that while he was thanking her, the warden’s cum was slowly dripping out of her, dampening her thong.

She sat down on his bed, crossing her legs. Her skirt rode up, teasing the tops of her thighs. Jungkook sat beside her, holding her hand, stroking her fingers like she was pure and untouchable.

“Soon, babe,” he whispered, eyes bright. “I know you’ll find a way to get me out of here.”

Tae leaned in, kissing him again, her tongue slow and dirty. As his lips moved over hers, she shifted, feeling a warm droplet of cum slip down between her legs, soaking into the sheets beneath her.

She moaned into his mouth, not from his kiss—but from the filthy secret between her thighs.

“Mm… yeah, baby,” she whispered, pulling back with a sly smile. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Jungkook grinned, holding her close, innocent and grateful.

And Tae sat there with his arms around her, smiling back—while deep inside, she was already aching for the next time Bang would call her.