Tae’s phone buzzed like crazy that afternoon while she was lounging on Namjoon’s massive leather couch, scrolling through designer wedding dresses that cost more than most people’s houses. Her besties— a wild crew of four girls she’d met back in her clubbing days— were blowing up the group chat. “Bitch, wedding’s months away but we’re throwing you the sluttiest bachelorette TONIGHT! No excuses, Tae— time to get that pre-wedded pussy hyped!”

She laughed out loud, her big tits jiggling in the tiny tank top she wore around the house. Namjoon was in a meeting, but she texted him quick: “Daddy, girls wanna do bachelorette early. Clubbing, strippers— you cool?”

His reply came fast: “Fine, but one rule: no touching the stripper. That’s my slut’s job to stay faithful. Behave, or I’ll spank that fat ass red when you get home.”

Tae giggled, biting her lip. “Promise? 😈” She sent back, already feeling a tingle between her legs. Faithful? Please, she was marrying him for the money and that thick daddy dick, but a little fun wouldn’t hurt. Besides, looking wasn’t touching, right?

By evening, she was ready to slay. The dress? A scrap of black sequined fabric that barely skimmed her thighs, plunging neckline down to her navel showing off those heavy, bouncy tits with no bra to hold them back— nipples hard and poking like they were part of the outfit. No panties either, because why bother? Her pink fat pussy was already slick just thinking about the night, the cool air teasing her bare lips as she walked. High heels, red lips, hair tousled like she’d just been fucked— classic Tae.

Her friends picked her up in a limo, all screaming and popping champagne. “Tae, you look like a walking orgasm!” Mina yelled, slapping her ass as she climbed in. “Namjoon’s gonna lose his shit if he sees this dress.”

“He already knows I’m a slut,” Tae winked, downing a shot. “But he said no touching the stripper— boo.”

The girls howled. “As if! We’re getting you the best one— Velvet Underground’s top guy. Paid extra for the private room. You’re gonna be dripping by the end.”

The club was thumping, lights low and hazy with that mix of perfume, sweat, and expensive booze. Velvet Underground— the spot for the elite, where secrets stayed buried under dollar bills. They got ushered to a VIP suite, plush couches in a circle, a stage in the middle with a pole gleaming under spotlights. Bottles everywhere, and the girls were already tipsy, chanting “Tae’s getting married! Tae’s getting married!”

“Alright, ladies,” the host said, smirking. “Your entertainment’s here. Enjoy— and remember, hands off unless he says otherwise.” He winked at Tae, who blew him a kiss.

The music shifted to something deep and bass-heavy, all slow builds and dirty beats. The door opened, and in walked him— holy fuck. Tall, built like a god, with a black robe tied loose, hinting at the muscles underneath. Tattoos peeking out, dark hair messy in that sexy just-rolled-out-of-bed way, and a smile that could melt panties— if anyone was wearing them.

The girls gasped collectively. “Oh my god, he’s gorgeous!” Soo whispered, fanning herself.

Tae’s eyes locked on him, and damn, her pussy clenched hard. He was the hottest thing she’d ever seen— younger, edgier than Namjoon, with that bad boy vibe that made her thighs rub together. No idea he was her fiancé’s long-lost son, of course. To her, he was just pure sex on legs.

He sauntered over, confidence dripping off him like oil on those abs she could already imagine. “Evening, beautiful ladies,” he said, voice low and smooth, like velvet rubbing against skin. “I’m Jungkook— but you can call me Kook. Who’s the lucky bride-to-be?”

All fingers pointed at Tae, who flushed under his gaze. He turned to her, and fuck— his eyes widened just a fraction, that smirk turning hungry. She was stunning, tits spilling out, legs crossed but that tiny dress hiding nothing. His heart skipped— what the hell? This girl was fire, pure temptation. No clue she was banging his estranged dad, the old man he hadn’t spoken to in years.

“Her! Tae’s getting hitched!” the girls cheered.

Kook’s smirk deepened, eyes raking over her body like he was already undressing her. “Well, damn. Congrats, gorgeous. Name’s Tae, huh? Fitting— short, sweet, and sexy as hell. I’m gonna make this night unforgettable for you, bride-to-be. You ready?”

Tae’s heart pounded, her nipples tightening under his stare. “Y-yeah, Kook. Show me what you got.” Her voice came out breathier than she meant, already feeling that forbidden spark.

He chuckled, low and dirty. “Oh, I will.” With that, he untied the robe, letting it slide off his shoulders. The girls gasped loud— his body was insane. Ripped abs, broad chest covered in those intricate tattoos, arms that could pin you down easy. And down below? Tight black trunks that hugged everything, the outline of his huge dick so obvious it made Tae’s mouth water. Thick, long, straining the fabric like it was begging to be freed.

“Fuck, look at that package!” one friend yelled. “Tae, you’re one lucky bitch!”

Kook laughed, flexing a bit for show. “Like what you see, ladies? This is all for you tonight— especially you, Tae.” He stepped closer, grabbing her hands gently and pulling her up from the couch. “C’mon, bride. Let’s dance.”

She stood, her tiny dress riding up, almost flashing her bare pussy. He pulled her to the center, bodies close, the music pulsing around them. His hands on her waist, guiding her into a slow, slutty grind. Hips rolling together, his chest brushing her tits, making them bounce lightly.

“Oh god,” Tae whispered, feeling his heat. Her pussy was soaking now, clit throbbing as his bulge pressed right against her through the thin fabric.

He smirked down at her, hands sliding lower to grip her hips. “Feel that, Tae? That’s what a real man’s got. Grind on it, baby— show me how bad you want it.”

The girls cheered, “Get it, Tae! Grind that dick!”

She moaned softly, barely holding back, her fat ass pushing back into him as they moved. His huge dick rubbed right over her wet pussy lips, the trunks and her dress the only barrier, but fuck— it felt like he was teasing her entrance. “Kook… shit, you’re so big,” she breathed, voice needy.

He spun her around, now grinding from behind, his cock nestling right between her ass cheeks. “Yeah? Bigger than your fiancé’s, huh?” His hands roamed up, cupping her fat tits over the dress, squeezing them hard, thumbs flicking her nipples. “These tits are fucking perfect— so heavy, begging to be played with.”

Tae arched into his touch, moaning louder. “Ahh— yes, fuck, feels so good. But… my fiancé said no touching…”

Kook laughed in her ear, breath hot. “He’s not here, is he? And you’re dripping for me already— I can feel your wet little pussy soaking through that dress.” He squeezed her ass with one hand, the other still on her tit, pinching. “Tell me about him. Older guy, right? Saw that rock on your finger— he’s loaded as fuck.”

She flushed, grinding back harder, feeling his dick throb against her. “Y-yeah, older… rich CEO type.”

He teased, voice filthy. “Ohhh, so you were his sugar baby first, huh? Spreading those legs for daddy’s money? Naughty girl.” He slapped her ass lightly, making her yelp and moan.

“Yes! Fuck, yes— I was his slutty sugar baby. Now I’m marrying him for that big wallet and his dick.” She couldn’t believe she was admitting it, but the grind, his hands— it was too much.

The friends were losing it, cheering wild. “Slutty Tae! Get that stripper dick! Mooore!”

Kook whispered dirtier now, lips brushing her ear while he dry-humped her fat ass, hands kneading her tits like dough. “You’re my sexiest customer ever, Tae. Look at you— no bra, no panties? Slutty bride, begging for strange cock on your bachelorette. Bet your pink pussy’s fat and juicy, clenching for me right now. I could slide right in, stretch you wide— make you forget that old man’s name.”

Tae whimpered, her moans escaping louder as his bulge grinded harder, right over her clit. “Kook— oh fuck, don’t stop. It’s so wrong, but… your dick feels huge, pressing on my pussy like that. I’m so wet, baby— dripping down my thighs.”

He growled, turning her again to face him, pulling her leg up around his waist for a deeper grind. His cock rubbed directly on her bare lips now, the dress hiked up, almost exposing her. “Good girl, moan for me. Your friends love it— calling you names ‘cause you’re such a whore tonight. Imagine if your fiancé knew his bride’s grinding on a stripper’s fat dick, tits in my hands.”

“Slut! Dirty bride!” the girls chanted, laughing and throwing bills at them.

Tae was lost, head thrown back, moans spilling. “Yes— call me a slut, Kook. Squeeze my tits harder— ahh! Your cock’s gonna make me cum like this, grinding on my wet cunt.”

He pinched her nipples through the fabric, hips thrusting in rhythm. “Cum for me then, Tae. Soak that dress— show everyone what a forbidden little whore you are. Sexiest fucking bride I’ve ever danced for. Bet you’d let me fuck you right here if they weren’t watching.”

She bit her lip, holding back, but her body betrayed her— pussy clenching, juices slicking his trunks. “Fuck, Kook— you’re making me so hot. Don’t tell my fiancé, but… I’d suck that huge dick if we were alone.”

He smirked, whispering, “Naughty secret, baby. Night’s young— who knows?” He finally pulled back a bit, both breathing heavy, her dress disheveled, tits almost popping out.

The girls applauded, “Best stripper ever! Tae, you look wrecked!”

Kook winked at her, adjusting his bulging trunks. “Unforgettable, right, Tae?”

She nodded, flushed and throbbing. “Yeah… fuck yeah.” Little did she know, the real unforgettable shit was just starting.