Tae came out of the shower glowing, her skin damp and flushed, hair still wet as she slipped into the tiny dress Jungkook had tossed her way. He was already dressed—black pants, crisp white shirt, buttons undone at his throat, looking every bit like a rich young god.

“Come downstairs, slut,” he ordered with a smirk, leading the way.

When they reached the living room, Tae froze. The massive couch was covered in luxury packages—glossy shopping bags, designer boxes, all with gold lettering and ribbons. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting.

“Oh my god… Daddy…” she gasped, pressing a hand to her mouth.

Jungkook smirked, coming up behind her. His palm cracked across her ass, making her jump. “This is for you, slut.”

Tae squealed, actually bouncing in excitement as she dropped to her knees and started ripping through the packages.

“Daddy—ohhh my god! These are Dior heels! A Versace dress! Daddy, you bought me Chanel??”

She was practically moaning as she pulled out one thing after another, throwing tissue paper around like a kid on Christmas morning. Jungkook leaned back on the couch, watching her with a satisfied smirk, sipping his coffee while his little slut unwrapped her new toys.

Tae jumped up and straddled his lap, giving him a filthy, wet kiss, moaning against his mouth. “Thank you, Daddy, thank you so much—I’ll be your perfect slut forever!”

He grabbed her ass roughly, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp. “Good girl. Remember—this is what you get if you keep satisfying me.”

She nodded eagerly, tits pressing against his chest. “Yes Daddy! I’ll do anything!”

But then his smirk darkened. He gripped her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye. His voice dropped low, dangerous.

“One condition.”

Tae blinked, lips parted. “W-what is it, Daddy?”

“You’re not allowed to have another sugar daddy. As long as I keep you, only I’m allowed to fuck you. Got it, slut?”

Her stomach flipped, the possessiveness making her pulse quicken. She nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy! Only you, I promise!”

He narrowed his eyes, squeezing her jaw tighter. “If I find out you broke that promise… I’ll take away every last gift. You’ll go back to being a broke little whore with nothing.”

Tae gasped, clutching his shirt. “No, Daddy, please! I won’t—I promise I won’t fuck anyone else—” (Though deep down, she wasn’t completely sure she could resist temptation forever.)

Satisfied, Jungkook smirked and released her face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card, holding it between two fingers.

“Here. For you to use.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “D-Daddy… is this—?”

“A limitless card.” He smirked. “But remember—I’ll be monitoring your spendings, slut. Don’t test me.”

Tae whimpered, her thighs clenching. “Yes, Daddy, thank you! I’ll be careful, I promise!”

He chuckled, tucking the card into her bra, right between her tits. Then he gave her ass one last sharp slap.

“Now get out. Take your packages. I’ll call you when I want to fuck you again.”

Tae nodded quickly, gathering her mountain of luxury bags, grinning like a devil. “Yes Daddy! I’ll be waiting…”

As she left, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor, Jungkook leaned back on his couch, smirking to himself. He had her wrapped around his finger—and she was loving every second of it.