Then Jungkook pulled out with a wet slurp. Tae collapsed onto the cool concrete, chest heaving, slick with sweat and cum. She scrambled up frantically, darting towards her robe. “Stop—I need to leave!” Her voice trembled, eyes wide with panic. “This was wrong! Suho—”

Jungkook’s hand cracked sharply across her ass, stinging red. “Wrong?” He laughed darkly, grabbing her wrist. Another slap landed hard on her pussy. Tae cried out, knees buckling. “Filthy liar,” he snarled, fingers digging into her hip. “You begged for it. We finish the shoot.”