The morning light cut through the blinds in sharp stripes, painting Tae’s bare back as she sat cross-legged on the bed, Minsoo’s tablet balanced on her thighs. Her toes curled into the sheets as she scrolled—each swipe revealing another face, another body, another set of hungry eyes staring back from the screen. She licked her lips. "You’ve been... researching," she breathed, her pulse loud in her ears.

Minsoo smirked from the doorway, a coffee cup steaming in his hand. "Thought you’d appreciate options." He strode over, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settled behind her, his chin hooking over her shoulder. His finger swiped to the next profile—broad shoulders, a smirk that could melt glass. Jeon Jungkook.

Tae’s breath hitched. "Him," she blurted, then flushed. Minsoo chuckled, nipping her earlobe.

"Knew you’d pick him first." His free hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her already slick. "Fuck, you’re dripping just looking at him." He dragged his thumb in slow circles, making her squirm. "Who else?"

She whimpered, arching into his touch as she swiped again—Kim Namjoon, all sharp jawline and thick thighs. Then Min Yoongi, leaner but with a grip that could pin her down for hours. "These three," she panted, her hips rolling against Minsoo’s hand. "A whole week with—ah!—them?"

Minsoo’s fingers crooked inside her, his lips at her throat. "They’ll ruin you," he murmured. "Stretch you so wide you’ll feel me differently after."

Tae came with a cry, her thighs clamping around his wrist. When she could speak again, she turned her head, catching his mouth in a searing kiss. "When?"

His grin was wolfish. "Tonight." He pulled his fingers free, glistening, and sucked them clean. "I already sent the invites."

Tae’s laugh was shaky, exhilarated. She reached for his belt. "Then you better fuck me one last time before they do."

Minsoo pinned her down before she could finish the sentence.

"Already did," he growled, flipping her onto her back with a rough hand between her shoulder blades. Tae gasped into the sheets as he yanked her hips up—no prep, no warning—just the thick slide of him filling her in one brutal thrust. "Gonna wreck this pussy," he hissed, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, "so they know who it belongs to."

She came instantly, shuddering around him with a muffled scream.

——

The doorbell rang right at eight—sharp, impatient—and Tae nearly tripped over her own feet rushing to answer it. The sheer black fabric of her thong clung to her flushed skin, the matching bralette barely containing her breasts as they bounced with each step. She hesitated, hand hovering over the knob, her pulse hammering so loud she wondered if they could hear it through the door.

Three silhouettes loomed in the frosted glass—broad shoulders, tense postures—and Tae’s breath hitched. She opened it slowly, the hinge creaking like a taunt.

Jeon Jungkook’s gaze dropped first, eyes darkening as they raked over her nearly bare body. “Fuck,” he muttered, adjusting himself in his slacks. Namjoon’s jaw tightened, while Yoongi just smirked, leaning against the doorframe like he owned it.

Minsoo stepped up behind her, his palm settling possessively on the small of her back. “Gentlemen,” he greeted, extending his other hand to Jungkook first. The handshake was firm, lingering—a silent challenge.

Tae bit her lip, thighs pressing together as warmth pooled between them. She could smell them—cedar, musk, something dangerously male—and her knees nearly buckled when Namjoon’s thumb brushed her hip as he passed.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Minsoo directed, his voice rough. He squeezed her ass once, hard, before adding, “Drinks first.”

Yoongi chuckled, low and knowing, as he trailed a finger down Tae’s spine. “Sure,” he drawled. “Drinks.”

Tae shuddered, her slickness staining the inside of her thighs before they’d even touched her.

——

The air between them crackled—Jungkook’s knuckles white around his whiskey glass, Namjoon’s gaze locked on the way Tae’s nipples strained against the lace, Yoongi’s tongue swiping his lower lip like he could already taste her. Minsoo lounged in the armchair, one hand lazily stroking his hardening cock through his jeans. “Enjoying the view?” he taunted, swirling his drink.

Tae squirmed, the thong riding up her slit with every shift of her hips. Jungkook’s glass hit the coffee table with a thud. “Enough fucking around,” he growled, lunging forward to fist her hair, dragging her onto his lap. Her gasp morphed into a moan as his free hand palmed her breast, thumb flicking the peak through the fabric. “This what you wanted, princess? Us tearing you apart?”

Namjoon was already unbuckling his belt, the leather sliding free with a hiss. “Turn her around,” he ordered, yanking her off Jungkook’s lap. Tae stumbled, her back hitting Namjoon’s chest as he cupped her pussy through the soaked lace. “Fuck,” he groaned, “dripping through your panties like a bitch in heat.”

Yoongi smirked, sinking to his knees before her. His teeth caught the edge of her thong, tearing it clean off with a snap of elastic. Tae cried out, her legs trembling as his tongue licked a hot stripe up her slit. “Salty,” he mused, gripping her thighs. “Let’s see if we can make you sweeter.”