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The sun streamed lazily through the half-open blinds, thin strips of golden light slicing across the polished countertops. The kitchen smelled faintly of fresh coffee grounds and toast crumbs from yesterday, the air warm and still, too calm for the chaos unfolding against the marble counter.

It should’ve been an ordinary morning. You’d woken up late, padding barefoot down the stairs in nothing but your thin cotton shorts and a loose tank, hair messy from sleep. The house was supposed to be empty — safe. Your parents had left on a business trip, their voices echoing in your mind: "We’ll be back next Friday. Don’t wait up."

Safe.

That’s why you felt bold enough to sneak Taehyung in through the back door last night, bold enough to let him spend the night in your bed, bold enough to let him take you again this morning when the world was still quiet.

But "safe" was never a word Taehyung understood.

Now, you were bent over the smooth, cold counter, your palms spread flat on the marble surface, cheek pressed to it as his hips pounded into you from behind. Each sharp snap of his pelvis rattled the silverware in the drawers below, a dull metallic clinking mixing with your breathy gasps.

"F♡ck, look at you," Taehyung rasped, his voice deep and honey-thick, vibrating in your ear. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head up so you could see yourself in the shiny black reflection of the microwave door across the counter. "Bent over like a desperate little s♡ut, dripping all over my c♡ck before breakfast."

A moan slipped past your lips, muffled against your bitten lip. You’d tried to keep quiet, but he knew every weak spot, every sound you couldn’t hold back.

The morning light painted the scene like a filthy picture: Taehyung shirtless, muscles flexing with every thrust, dark hair falling over his sharp eyes, lips curled in a smirk as he watched your body shake under his control.

"See that?" he murmured, voice lowering to a dangerous whisper as his hips ground into you, burying himself to the hilt and holding you there until your knees trembled. "Look at your face, baby. You called me a beast last night, remember?" He smirked, leaning down, lips brushing your ear. "Who’s the beast now, huh?"

"I-I didn’t mean it—" you whimpered, words cracking into a gasp as his hips rolled sharply, making your stomach flip.

"Yes, you did," he chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your skin. He pressed his chest to your back, his body caging yours against the counter. His thrusts slowed but grew heavier, brutal and deliberate, like he was hammering his claim into your trembling body. "And now I’m teaching you a lesson."

You gasped when his hand slipped from your hair and wrapped around your throat, firm enough to make your pulse jump. He tilted your head back, forcing your mouth open as a strangled whine escaped.

"God, you sound so f♡cking pretty when you’re trying not to scream," he purred, dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. "Makes me wanna f♡ck you harder. Make you forget your own name."

Your thighs quivered, the pressure in your belly tightening dangerously. Panic flared, weak and fleeting, as you choked out, "T-Taehyung, stop— we shouldn’t… they could come back any second—"

He growled low, a feral sound that sent a shiver up your spine. His hips slammed forward, driving into you so deep you yelped.

"Good," he hissed, biting the edge of your ear. "Then they’ll know exactly whose little sl♡t you are."