She lost count of rounds after the fourth orgasm—somewhere between his tongue buried in her ass and his cock stuffing her throat raw. Dawn bled into full sunlight when Jungkook finally collapsed atop her, both of them slick with sweat and cum, her thighs trembling violently around his waist. Tae made a weak attempt to rise—limbs leaden—but his arm clamped like a steel bar across her ribs.

"Where," he bit her shoulder, "do you think you're going?"

Tae swallowed thickly. "Shower—" The word barely left her lips before his palm cracked against her pussy—once, twice—the sharp slaps echoing off the penthouse walls. She yelped, thighs snapping shut around his punishing fingers.

"Didn't ask for a shower," Jungkook growled, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Want you walking home full of me." His hand slid between her legs with purpose, gathering the cum leaking from her swollen folds before pushing two fingers back inside with a filthy squelch. "Every fucking drop."

Tae's hips jerked helplessly, her breath hitching at the possessive claim. "Junho—he'll—"

"—Be honored," Jungkook finished with a smirk, withdrawing his glistening fingers to lick them clean. "Speaking of your cuck..." He trailed off expectantly, watching her lashes flutter.

"The—the autograph?" Tae ventured weakly, wincing as his fingers pinched her inner thigh.

Jungkook's grin turned downright sinful as he reached for the bedside pen. "Lie down." When she hesitated, his palm cracked against her ass—the sting blooming hot. "Now."

Tae whimpered but obeyed, spreading her legs instinctively when he nudged them apart. The pen's cold tip against her oversensitive folds made her gasp—her back arching off the mattress as Jungkook began writing with deliberate, torturous strokes. "F-fuck—daddy—" Each loop of his signature sent electric shocks through her spent body, her hips twitching uncontrollably.

"Hold still," he ordered, landing a sharp slap to her clit when she squirmed too much. The final flourish—a heart right above her swollen entrance—had her toes curling into the sheets. "Perfect." Jungkook leaned back to admire his work, the black ink stark against her pink flesh. "Let your husband see exactly where you belong."

Tae flushed crimson but reached for her discarded dress with trembling hands. Jungkook watched—amused—as she stepped into the fabric without panties, his cum visibly dripping down her thighs when she moved. "Good girl," he purred, catching her wrist to lick a stripe up her palm. "Now go show that cuck what a real man tastes like."

——

The taxi ride home was torture—every bump making fresh slickness slide down her thighs. The driver's eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror, nostrils flaring when her dress rode up. Tae clenched her trembling thighs tighter, her swollen pussy throbbing with every heartbeat.

Junho practically ripped the door off its hinges before she could turn her key. "Baby!" His hands fluttered over her like an overexcited puppy before freezing mid-air. His nostrils flared—the musky scent unmistakable. Tae tried squeezing her legs together, but a fresh trickle escaped, tracing a glistening path down her inner thigh.

Junho's pupils dilated. His hands trembled as they gripped the torn hem of her dress—fabric shredding like wet paper under his frantic yank. The marks bloomed across her skin like a possessive map—bite marks on her tits, finger-shaped bruises on her hips, the reddened handprint on her ass. But it was the black ink that made him whimper—Jungkook's sprawling signature arched proudly above her puffy pussy lips, the heart smudged from her leaking arousal.

"Ohmygod ohmygod—" Junho collapsed to his knees with a worshipper's reverence, fingertips hovering millimeters from the autograph. "H-he really—you really—" His breath hitched when Tae swayed slightly, another thick drop of Jungkook's cum plopping onto the foyer tiles. Junho made a sound like a deflating balloon before surging forward to lick it up hungrily.

Tae's thighs trembled as his tongue traced the inked letters with devotional care. "Does it—does it taste like him?" she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Junho moaned against her flesh, his tongue lapping up the mess with desperate slurps. "Like heaven," he panted between licks, hands kneading her ass cheeks apart to reach more. "Like—oh fuck—like god." His hips jerked against empty air as he buried his face deeper, his own neglected cock straining against his sweatpants.

The sudden click of a DSLR shutter made Tae flinch. Junho had scrambled back just far enough to aim his prized camera at her ruined pussy—the autograph glistening under the harsh flash. "Smile, baby," he chirped, adjusting the lens with shaking hands. "Twitter's gonna lose their minds when—"

"No!" Tae's thighs snapped shut, but Junho wedged his knee between them roughly, snapping another photo as fresh cum oozed from her swollen lips. "Junho, you can't—"

"Shut up," he giggled, pinching her nipple hard between thumb and forefinger until she yelped. The camera flashed again, capturing her flushed face mid-gasp. "This is going viral—#JungkooksCumDump tagging his official account—"

Tae's thighs trembled as another thick glob of cum slid down her inner thigh. Junho moaned, angling the lens to catch the slow drip before swiping it up with two fingers and shoving them into her mouth. "Taste him again," he ordered, snapping another photo of her lips stretched around his digits. The metallic click of the shutter mingled with her wet sucks.

"Y-you're insane," Tae gasped when he withdrew his fingers—but her hips jerked forward instinctively when he thumbed her clit.

Junho adjusted the camera strap around his neck with one hand while the other traced Jungkook's signature smeared across her puffy lips. "We're getting this tattooed," he declared, suddenly serious. His fingertip pressed just shy of painful against her oversensitive flesh. "Right here—permanent. So every time I eat you out, I'm kissing his autograph."

Tae's breath hitched—half horror, half traitorous arousal—as Junho spread her wider with trembling hands. The camera flashed six times in rapid succession, the burst mode capturing every twitch of her swollen cunt as fresh cum leaked onto the leather couch.

"Junho—stop—people will—"

"Know exactly whose slut you are," he finished, lowering his face until his breath ghosted over her wet folds. His tongue darted out to lick a slow stripe through the mess, lapping up Jungkook's cum with reverent moans. The camera dangled precariously from his neck, lens smeared with her arousal as he feasted.

Tae arched off the couch when his teeth grazed her clit, her thighs clamping around his head reflexively. Junho emerged gasping, lips glistening, and aimed the camera at his own cum-streaked face. "Say hi to Twitter," he chirped before the flash blinded her.

Her phone buzzed violently on the coffee table—screen lighting up with notifications already pouring in. Junho grinned against her inner thigh, biting hard enough to leave marks. "Trending by noon," he promised darkly.