It was late afternoon, sunlight spilling through the curtains, when Tae found Jungkook stretched out on the couch, shirtless. His tattoos glistened with sweat, but her eyes couldn’t stop lingering on the angry bruises and cuts that still hadn’t healed from his prison escape. He looked feral, dangerous, yet so impossibly hot that her thighs pressed together just staring at him.

She perched carefully on the edge of the couch, fingertips brushing one of the cuts on his shoulder. “It’s still not healing… maybe I should get you some ointment.”

Jungkook smirked, his dark eyes catching hers. “I don’t need ointment, slut. I know exactly what I need to heal.”

Her brows furrowed. “What…?”

He leaned up, lips grazing her ear, voice dripping with filth.

“Milk. A woman’s milk. Straight from the tit.”

Tae’s eyes went wide, her cheeks flushing crimson. “Wh—what? I don’t… I don’t lactate, Jungkook.”

“Then make yourself lactate,” he shot back without hesitation. “You’re my dirty little slut. You’ll do it for me.” His hand snaked under her top, squeezing her tits roughly until she gasped. “These fat tits were made to feed me. Don’t tell me you’re not wet just thinking about it.”

She bit her lip hard, because he was right—her pussy throbbed at the filthy thought of nursing him like some kind of perverted mother. Her voice came out in a breathy whisper:

“H-how… how do I even start?”

Jungkook grinned wickedly. “There are pills. Inducing lactation. You’ll take them for me.” His thumb flicked over her nipple until it hardened. “Then I’ll suck these swollen tits every day. You’ll drip for me, feed me, heal me. My personal slut cow.”

Her thighs clenched tight, panties soaking. “Oh my god… you’re so filthy,” she moaned, already imagining his mouth latched on, her breasts swollen and leaking for him.

“And you love it,” he growled, shoving his hand down her shorts, fingers sliding into her dripping hole. “Fuck, you’re soaking already. Say it, Tae. Say you’ll take those pills for me.”

Her moans filled the room as he finger-fucked her mercilessly. “Yes! I’ll take them, Jungkook! I’ll make milk for you! Please—please don’t stop—”

He slammed his lips against hers, kissing her deep, tongue dominating her mouth as his fingers curled inside her, making her gush all over his hand. Pulling back, he licked her juices off his fingers with a smirk.

“That’s my good girl. Get those pills, make those tits leak. I want you dripping for me soon.”

Tae collapsed against his chest, panting, pussy still throbbing. She knew she should’ve been horrified—but instead, the idea of turning herself into his personal lactating slut had her wetter than she’d ever been in her life.