Next morning Jungkook’s cum was still leaking down Tae’s thighs when he dragged her into the hallway by her hair, the sunrise casting long shadows across the wooden floor. "Breakfast first," he murmured, kicking open the bathroom door. Her knees hit the tiles as he shoved her face-first over the sink, her ass still red from the night’s abuse. "Then I’ll fuck you raw against the fridge." His thumb circled her asshole, still stretched from his earlier claim. "Unless you’d rather take it here?"

Tae’s breath hitched, her cunt pulsing at the threat. "*Anywhere*," she gasped, watching his smirk darken in the mirror. "*Just*—*fuck!*—don’t stop." Jungkook’s laugh was low as he lubed his cock with her slick, the squelch loud in the small space.