"I… I’m full," Tae suddenly announced, her voice trembling. She pushed her untouched plate away and stood abruptly. The flimsy chemise clung, soaked through at the crotch, darkening the fabric.

A glistening trail slid down her inner thigh, stark against her pale skin. She didn’t wipe it away. Turning, she walked quickly towards the kitchen archway, hips swaying deliberately. The wetness glistened on her thighs with every step.

Jungkook locked eyes with Namjoon and Yoongi. A silent, predatory understanding passed between them. In unison, chairs scraped back. They followed her.

The kitchen was cavernous, stainless steel gleaming under recessed lights. Tae stood near the marble island, her back to them, shoulders tense.

Before she could turn, Jungkook moved. He grabbed her arm, spinning her roughly. In one fluid motion, his other hand gripped the hem of the chemise and ripped it clean off her body. The thin silk tore like paper.

Tae gasped, a sharp intake of breath echoing in the sudden silence. She stood naked before them, trembling, her skin flushed. Water still dripped from her shower-wet hair onto her shoulders. Droplets traced paths down her heavy breasts, over her flat stomach, and mingled with the slickness coating her inner thighs and dripping from her swollen pink pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the cool air.

Namjoon groaned, his hand instinctively gripping his crotch. Yoongi’s breath hissed out. "Fuck, look at her," he rasped. "Dripping like a faucet."

"Dance," Jungkook commanded, his voice low and rough. His eyes burned into hers. "Show us what Daddy’s slutty wife does when he’s away."

Tae hesitated for only a heartbeat. Then, a slow, defiant smile curved her lips. She began to move. Her hips rolled sensuously, her hands lifting to cup her breasts, lifting them, squeezing them together. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks. She turned, bending over the island countertop, presenting her round, jiggling ass to them. She spread her legs wide, reaching back with one hand to pull her cheeks apart, exposing her glistening pink pussy fully, the swollen lips slick and parted.

"Fucking hell," Namjoon choked out, stepping closer. "Look at that fat pussy, dripping for us." Yoongi moved behind her, his hand hovering near her ass. "Built to be fucked," he growled. "Bet she takes three fists."

Jungkook stalked forward. He reached out, his thumb and forefinger finding her harden nipple. He pinched hard, twisting sharply.

Tae cried out, arching her back, her eyes flying open wide. "*Jungkook!*" she gasped, his name a ragged moan ripped from her throat.

Yoongi and Namjoon froze, watching intently, their hands clenched at their sides.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her face, pulling her roughly towards him. His mouth crashed down on hers in a deep, filthy kiss, his tongue plunging past her lips. His other hand slid down her back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheek. He squeezed brutally, then lifted his hand and brought it down hard in a sharp, stinging slap. The sound echoed off the steel cabinets.

Tae whimpered into the kiss, her body melting against him.

Jungkook broke the kiss, breathing hard, staring down at her dazed expression. "Filthy slut," he snarled, his voice thick with lust.

"You wanted an audience? Now you’ve got one. And you’re going to take every single one of us." His hand came down again, another sharp crack against her ass. Tae moaned, low and desperate, pressing herself against him.