Morning light filtered through the first-class cabin windows in thin golden streaks as the plane began its slow descent into Heathrow. The cabin lights brightened gradually, soft chimes signaling the end of sleep mode. Passengers stirred, stretching, folding blankets, yawning.

Jungkook hadn’t slept much after the turbulence “incident.” His suit pants were still faintly sticky under the comforter, a humiliating reminder of how hard he’d come while dry-humping a stranger in the dark. Every time he shifted, he felt the dried mess pull against his skin. Worse — every time he looked up, Tae was there.

She moved through the cabin like sex on heels, serving breakfast with the same deliberate sluttiness she’d used all night. When she reached his seat, she bent low — unnecessarily low — to place the tray table down, her heavy tits swaying inches from his face again. The blouse gaped open; he could see straight down to the black lace bra barely containing her nipples.

“Good morning, sir,” she whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Sleep well? You looked so… satisfied after our little turbulence.”

Jungkook’s face flamed. He couldn’t meet her eyes. “Y-yeah. Fine.”

She giggled softly, setting down a warm croissant and coffee. Her fingers trailed along his wrist — right over the Rolex.

“I kept thinking about how thick you felt grinding up into me… how you pulsed when you came all over my slutty pussy through your pants.” Her voice dropped even lower. “Bet you’re still sticky, hmm? Want me to clean you up later… with my tongue?”

He choked on air. “Tae—”

“Shhh,” she purred, pressing a finger to his lips. “Eat up, handsome. You’ll need your energy for London.”

She straightened with a wink and sauntered away, ass bouncing, leaving him rock-hard under the tray table and mortified.

The rest of breakfast passed in agonizing slow motion. Every time she passed his aisle, she brushed against him — thigh against his arm, fingers grazing his neck. Whispered filth only he could hear.

“Can’t wait to feel that big cock inside me for real…”

“Imagine me on my knees in the hotel bathroom, swallowing every drop…”

By the time the captain announced final descent, Jungkook was a mess — flushed, sweating, cock throbbing painfully against his ruined pants.

Seatbelt sign on.

Tae appeared one last time to check his belt. She leaned in close, buckling him slowly, tits pressing firmly against his chest.

“Almost there,” she breathed. “Wait for me at arrivals, okay? I’m off for two days… and I’m very sure I can make your stay in London absolutely… unforgettable.”

Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips.

Jungkook nodded dumbly, throat dry. “Okay.”

She smiled — slow, filthy, victorious — and walked away.

Landing was smooth. Passengers began deplaning. Jungkook grabbed his carry-on, legs shaky, and made his way out. At arrivals, a sharply dressed chauffeur stood holding a sign: Jeon Jungkook.

Black Mercedes S-Class. Tinted windows. Luxury radiating off it.

Jungkook exhaled. This was insane.

Minutes later, Tae emerged — wheeling a sleek silver suitcase, still in her slutty uniform but with a chic little trench coat thrown over it. Her eyes locked on the car immediately. Then on him.

Her face lit up like Christmas.

She practically skipped over.

“Handsome!” she cooed, stopping right in front of him. “This is yours?”

“Uh… company car,” he mumbled, rubbing his neck.

She gasped dramatically, hand on her chest so her tits jiggled. “Oh my god. So cool.”

She stepped closer, perfume wrapping around him again. Voice dropping to that honeyed whisper.

“So… can I stay with you, handsome? I can keep you company the whole time. All. Night. Long.”

Jungkook’s brain short-circuited. He nodded before he could think.

“Yeah. Sure.”

Her smile turned downright feral.

The chauffeur opened the back door for them. Tae slid in first, crossing her legs so the coat fell open, flashing thigh-highs and bare skin above. Jungkook followed, heart pounding.

The drive to the hotel was quiet — except for Tae’s little comments.

“Mmm, leather seats feel so good against my thighs…”

“Bet this car’s seen some fun rides…”

Jungkook stared out the window, cock already stirring again.

The hotel was The Langham — one of London’s most iconic. Marble lobby, crystal chandeliers, staff in crisp uniforms bowing slightly as they entered.

At check-in, the concierge handed over a key card with a flourish.

“Penthouse suite, Mr. Jeon. As requested by your office. The Presidential.”

Tae’s eyes went wide. She clutched his arm, tits pressing into his bicep.

“Presidential? You really are loaded, aren’t you?”

Jungkook laughed nervously. “It’s just for the trip—”

She waved it off, giggling. “Sure, sure. Playing modest. I love that.”

They rode the private elevator up. Doors opened directly into the suite.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Massive living area with velvet sofas. Dining table for twelve. A grand piano nobody would play. And the bedroom — king bed piled with pillows, bathroom bigger than most apartments with a rainfall shower and soaking tub.

Tae spun in a circle, coat falling open completely.

“This is heaven,” she breathed. “You really know how to treat a girl.”

Jungkook cleared his throat. “I’m gonna… shower. Long flight.”

She turned, eyes raking over him hungrily.

“Want company?” she teased, stepping closer. “I give excellent sponge baths.”

He flushed crimson, laughing awkwardly. “I—I’ll be quick.”

He grabbed fresh clothes from his suitcase and escaped to the bathroom.

The second the door closed, Tae pounced.

She knelt by his open bag — rifling carefully. Pulled out the leather folder. Flipped through.

Her breath caught.

Multi-million pound deal. Contracts. Figures with too many zeros. Company letterhead from one of the biggest conglomerates.

She grinned like a shark.

He’s not just rich. He’s FUCKING rich.

She slipped everything back exactly as she found it, heart racing with greed and lust.

The shower shut off.

Jungkook emerged — barefoot, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt. Water droplets clung to his broad chest, defined abs, the deep V disappearing into the waistband. A faint happy trail led down. Muscles flexed as he towel-dried his hair.

Tae stared. Openly. Hungrily.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re built like a god.”

He froze, towel mid-air. “Uh—”

“My turn,” she said sweetly, brushing past him so her tits dragged across his bare chest.

She disappeared into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later the door opened.

Tae stepped out — skin still damp and flushed from the hot water, wrapped in the tiniest white hotel towel. It barely covered her ass, the bottom curve peeking out. Her big tits strained against the fabric, nipples hard and visible. Wet hair clung to her shoulders, droplets trailing down her cleavage.

She walked toward him slow — hips rolling, thighs rubbing together.

Jungkook stiffened. Cock jumping visibly in the sweatpants.

She stopped right in front of him.

Then — “oops.”

The towel slipped.

Fell to the floor in a soft heap.

She stood completely naked.

Porcelain skin glowing. Big, heavy breasts bouncing free — pink nipples tight and begging. Tiny waist. Wide hips. Thick, juicy ass. And between her thighs — that perfect fat pink pussy, already glistening, lips puffy and slick.

Jungkook gasped — loud, strangled. Face scarlet. Eyes huge.

Tae didn’t move to cover herself.

Instead she tilted her head, feigning innocence.

“Oh nooo… clumsy me again.” She pouted, pink lips forming a perfect O. “Guess the towel didn’t want to stay on.”

She took one step closer. Nipples brushed his chest.

“Like what you see, sir?” she whispered. “All this… just for you.”

Her hand trailed down her own body — over one breast, pinching the nipple lightly so she moaned. Down her stomach. Between her thighs. Two fingers spreading her fat lips, showing him how wet she was.

“Look how drippy I am… been wet since the plane. Since I felt that huge cock grinding against me.”

Jungkook’s breathing turned ragged. Cock now fully hard, tenting the sweatpants obscenely.

“I—I—”

She pressed her naked body against him. Tits squishing against his chest. Wet pussy grinding once against the thick ridge of his dick.

“Shhh. No need to talk. Just feel.”

She rolled her hips slow — coating the front of his pants with her slick.

“Feel how soaked your little air hostess is? All because of you. That big, fat cock. That Rolex. This penthouse. You’re gonna ruin me tonight, aren’t you?”

Her hand slipped down, palming him through the fabric.

“Fuck… so thick. So hard already. Bet you’ve been leaking since breakfast.”

She squeezed. Stroked once. Twice.

Jungkook groaned — deep, broken.

“Gonna let me taste it? Gonna let your slutty flight attendant drop to her knees and worship this cock the way it deserves?”

She sank slowly — gracefully — to her knees right there on the plush carpet.

Looked up at him with those big doe eyes, lips parted.

“Say yes, handsome. Let me suck you stupid. Let me choke on it until my mascara runs. Then you can bend me over that fancy bed and fuck me raw. Breed me. Spoil me. Keep me as your dirty little secret wife.”

Her tongue darted out — licking the wet spot on his sweatpants where he’d leaked.

Jungkook’s hands fisted at his sides.

He was gone.

Completely fucking gone.