The suite felt smaller the second the door clicked shut behind the secretaries.

Tae stood in the middle of the living area, arms crossed under her heavy tits, glaring at the single doorway that led to the only bedroom. One bed. One massive, ridiculously luxurious bed. No second room. No couch that looked comfortable enough for an entire night. Just this.

She was already irritated. The flight, the mix-up, him. Everything about Jeon Jungkook existing in the same space as her made her skin feel too tight.

“I need a shower,” she muttered, more to herself than to him.

Kook was leaning against the back of the couch, watching her with that same lazy, arrogant half-smile. “Be my guest. Bathroom’s through there.”

She ignored him, dragged her luggage into the bedroom, and started pulling things out. Satin night dress. Toiletries. She didn’t bother being careful. The sooner she washed the travel off her skin, the better.

Kook’s voice floated in from the living room, low and amused.

“Want company? I give excellent back washes. Front washes too, if you’re feeling generous.”

Tae’s head snapped up. She walked back to the doorway just long enough to give him the coldest glare she owned.

“Touch that door while I’m inside and I’ll break your fingers.”

Then she disappeared into the bathroom and locked it.

The hot water felt like heaven. She stood under the spray longer than necessary, letting it run over her white skin, down the heavy curves of her tits, between her thighs. She was still wound tight from the argument, from the way his eyes had dragged over her body earlier. From the way her body had noticed.

She hated that part most of all.

When she finally stepped out, she dried off quickly and slipped into the tiny satin night dress she’d packed. It was deep red, thin as sin, the neckline plunging so low the soft inner curves of her tits were barely contained. The hem stopped high on her thighs. No bra. No panties. She never slept in either. Her hair was still wet, dark strands sticking to her neck and shoulders.

She walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

Kook was stretched out on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The second he looked up, his entire body went still.

His throat worked once. Hard.

Fuck.

She looked unreal. Wet hair. Soft skin glowing. The satin clung to every curve — the heavy sway of her tits, the narrow waist, the full, round shape of her ass as she moved. The dress was so short that if she bent even slightly he would see everything. His cock twitched instantly, thickening against his trousers.

Tae caught the direction of his stare and stopped.

“Why the hell are you staring, you pervert?”

Kook’s mouth curved into a slow, shameless smirk. He didn’t even pretend to look away.

“You’re the one who walked out dressed like a slut. What am I supposed to do, look at the wall?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Keep talking and I’ll make you sleep in the hallway.”

He just laughed under his breath, stood up, and grabbed his own bag. “Relax, Kim. I’m going to shower. Try not to miss me.”

She flipped him off without looking as he disappeared into the bathroom.

The shower ran for a long time.

When the door finally opened again, Tae was already on the bed.

She had claimed the middle, lying on her stomach with a book open in front of her, ankles crossed in the air, bare feet kicking slowly. The tiny satin dress had ridden up. A lot. The soft, full curves of her ass were completely out, the fabric bunched at the small of her back. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The pink, puffy lips of her pussy were just barely visible between her thighs every time her legs shifted.

Kook stepped out with only a white towel hanging low on his hips.

Water still clung to his chest, sliding down the hard ridges of his abs. His hair was wet and messy. He looked unfairly good and he knew it.

The second his eyes landed on her ass, his cock jerked hard under the towel.

Tae glanced over her shoulder, saw him, and felt her pussy clench so suddenly it almost made her gasp. She forced her face into a glare instead.

“Cover up, you pervert.”

Kook’s smirk was pure filth. “Why? Is my body bothering you, Tae?”

“Yes,” she snapped. “It’s disgusting. Put some clothes on.”

He ignored that completely and walked closer to the bed. “I want the bed. Go sleep on the couch.”

Tae sat up a little, eyes flashing. “Absolutely not. I claimed it first. You take the couch.”

“Not happening.”

“Then sleep on the floor.”

“Also not happening.”

He dropped the bag, kept the towel on, and simply climbed onto the bed like he owned it. The mattress dipped under his weight. Tae immediately tried to kick him off, one bare foot shoving at his thigh.

Kook caught her ankle easily. His hand was huge, warm, and far too strong. He tugged once and she slid across the sheets with a surprised sound, ending up half on her side, half against his chest.

Their faces were suddenly too close.

She could feel his breath. Smell the clean soap on his skin. See the dark heat in his eyes.

“Let go,” she whispered, trying to push at his chest.

He didn’t. His grip loosened just enough to become playful, fingers sliding higher up her thigh, then further, until his palm was right against the soft, bare curve of her ass. He squeezed.

Hard.

Tae’s breath punched out of her in a shocked little gasp.

“You filthy pervert—!”

She started struggling in earnest, twisting, shoving at his shoulders, trying to knee him. The towel didn’t survive it. One hard tug from her leg and the fabric slipped completely, falling open and away.

His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, already half-hard and getting harder by the second. Long. Veiny. The head flushed dark.

Tae’s eyes dropped and her mouth fell open.

“Holy shit—”

Both of them froze for half a second.

Then Kook’s expression shifted into something darker, cockier, completely shameless. He moved fast, rolling her fully onto her back and caging her in with his arms, knees bracketing her thighs. Completely naked now. His cock hung heavy between them, the tip almost brushing the soft skin of her lower stomach.

The struggle had shoved her tiny satin dress all the way up around her waist. Her bare pussy was completely exposed — soft, pink, puffy lips slightly parted, already looking wet.

Kook’s gaze locked onto it and his entire body went rigid. A low, rough sound left his throat.

“Fuck… look at that.”

His cock twitched hard, the thick head brushing right against her bare pussy lips.

Both of them moaned at the contact.

The sound was filthy. Soft. Instant.

Tae’s hands flew to his chest, pushing, but there was no real strength behind it. Her hips had jerked at the feel of him — hot, heavy, velvet-soft skin against her most sensitive place.

“G-get off—”

Kook leaned down instead.

He kissed her.

Deep. Hungry. No hesitation.

Tae gasped into his mouth, shocked for only a second before something inside her snapped. She kissed him back just as hard, just as desperate, tongues sliding together, teeth clashing, lips parting wider like they had both been starving for this exact thing for years.

His cock stayed right there the entire time — thick length resting against her bare pussy, the head dragging slowly through her soft folds every time either of them shifted. Every small movement made wet, filthy sounds. She was already slick. He could feel it. She could feel how hard he was getting, how the heavy weight of him pressed against her clit with every grind of his hips.

They kissed like they hated each other and needed each other in the same breath. Tongues deep. Breathing ragged. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, then slid up into his wet hair, pulling. His hand found her ass again, squeezing the full cheek hard enough to leave marks while his other arm kept her pinned under him.

Every time the thick head of his cock nudged against her entrance she whimpered into his mouth. Every time she rolled her hips up just a fraction he groaned like he was in pain.

The kiss broke only when they both needed air. Their lips stayed close, wet and swollen.

Kook’s voice was wrecked.

“You feel that? How wet you already are for me?”

Tae’s cheeks were burning, but her eyes were dark, pupils blown. “Shut up…”

He rolled his hips once, deliberate, dragging the entire length of his cock up through her folds so the head caught on her clit.

She moaned. Loud. Helpless.

“Fuck— Kook—”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing every sound she made while his cock kept sliding against her bare, dripping pussy like it belonged there.