Morning light streamed through the tall glass windows. Jaemin kissed Tae’s forehead absentmindedly, already halfway into his work mode. “I’ll be back late, sweetheart,” he murmured, not even glancing at the way her nightgown clung to her curves.

“Mm, okay,” Tae said sweetly, walking him to the door, pressing her boobs against his arm one last time. He didn’t notice, as usual.

The moment his car rolled out of the driveway, the house fell silent. Too silent.

Tae turned toward the kitchen to make her own breakfast when she heard footsteps behind her. Heavy, confident.

Jungkook.

He emerged from the guest room shirtless, bandages wrapped haphazardly around his ribs, muscles flexing with every step. His eyes locked onto her, predatory and amused.

“Morning, princess,” he drawled, licking his lips. “Didn’t scream last night. Good little slut.”

Tae’s throat went dry. She hugged her arms around herself, her silk robe slipping open to reveal cleavage. “Y-you shouldn’t be here…” she whispered.

He ignored her protest completely, walking straight into her space. His hand caught her chin, tilting her face up. “Cook me breakfast,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “I’m hungry.”

Her stomach flipped. She should’ve told him to leave. Instead, she nodded and turned toward the stove.

Jungkook didn’t sit down. He leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching her move around the kitchen in her thin robe, ass swaying with every step. “Damn,” he muttered, smirking. “That nerd husband of yours doesn’t deserve a body like that.”

Her face burned, but she kept cracking eggs into the pan, trying to focus.

He came up behind her suddenly, pressing his chest against her back, one hand sliding around to grab her boob, squeezing it through the silk. She gasped, her hand trembling with the spatula.

“Soft… but heavy,” he murmured against her ear, giving her nipple a rough pinch. “Bet these leak sweet milk when I suck hard enough.”

Tae moaned helplessly, her thighs pressing together.

He smacked her ass suddenly—hard. The sound echoed in the kitchen. She gasped, almost dropping the pan.

“Keep cooking, slut,” Jungkook growled, squeezing her ass cheek and giving it another sharp slap. “I like seeing you work while dripping wet for me.”

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her hands steady. The heat in her pussy was unbearable, soaking her panties.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers along her hip, then lower, brushing the hem of her robe. “Your pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it?” he whispered. “I can smell it again.”

Tae whimpered, shame flooding her, but her body betrayed her, pressing back against his touch.

By the time the eggs were plated, she was trembling, her nipples hard against the silk, her pussy aching. Jungkook sat at the table like a king, smirking at her flushed face.

“Good girl,” he said, taking a bite. “You’ll feed me, keep me hidden, and spread these legs when I want. Understand?”

Tae’s lips trembled. She should’ve said no. She should’ve screamed. Instead, she nodded, wet heat pooling between her thighs.

“Good,” Jungkook said with a satisfied smirk, slapping her ass once more as she turned away. “Knew you’d make the perfect slut.”