Tae's moan was half-protest, half-plea as he withdrew abruptly—flipping her onto her stomach with a slap to her ass. "*Hands* on the counter," he ordered, nudging her legs apart with his knee. "*Wanna* see that fat ass bounce while I wreck this pussy again."

Tae's compliance was swift—her spine arching, hips tilting—an unspoken beg. Jungkook's palm cracked down on her right cheek, the smack echoing off the stainless steel appliances. "*Louder* this time," he warned, lining himself up with a groan. "*Take* me like the whore you are."