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The sharp clatter of keys echoed from the front door, sharp enough to slice through the thick haze of pleasure that had been building in the kitchen. A dull thud of shoes followed, the hollow sound ricocheting across the entryway tile.

Your whole body froze. Every nerve lit up like a live wire, terror sparking through your veins so fast it left your skin ice-cold.

No. No. They weren’t supposed to be home. Not tonight.

You stiffened under him, panic clawing at your chest, breath stuttering in your throat. You tried to push up from the counter, to escape, but Taehyung’s reaction was immediate, sharp, and unyielding. His hand clamped over your mouth, palm pressing hard enough to force your lips open, his other hand gripping your hip so tightly you’d feel his bruises for days. His cock stayed buried inside you, stretching you wide, so deep that the sudden motion made your stomach flip violently.

He bent down, lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispered, voice dark and trembling with something you didn’t dare name.

"Oh, fuck yes." His smirk curved against your skin. "Perfect timing."

You thrashed in his hold, your muffled, desperate whimpers spilling into his palm. Stop, stop, please—

But Taehyung only growled low in his throat, like a predator savoring a trapped prey. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips, dragging every thick inch of himself out before slamming back into you with an obscene squelch that made your toes curl.

"Quiet, baby," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "Or do you want them to know? Do you want mommy and daddy to see me fucking their daughter like the little slut she is?"

The front door creaked open wider. Voices followed — your mother’s soft, melodic tone, your father’s low rumble.

"Sweetheart? We’re home!"

Your heart slammed against your ribcage so hard you thought it might crack. Your breath came fast and shallow beneath Taehyung’s palm, panic choking you. He tightened his hold around your mouth, smirking wickedly into your ear as his cock pulsed deep inside you.

"They’re really here," he whispered, voice laced with a dark delight that made your stomach twist. "And you’re clenching around me like crazy. You’re so scared, aren’t you?"

You shook your head wildly, tears stinging your eyes. Not scared — mortified, humiliated, desperate for escape. Yet your body betrayed you, slick dripping down your inner thighs, your trembling legs squeezing around him helplessly as his hips ground against you.

Taehyung chuckled darkly, pressing his lips to your neck. He could feel everything — every tremble, every involuntary clench, every shame-soaked drop of arousal coating him.

"God, you’re soaking me," he hissed, dragging his teeth over your throat. "I should thank your parents. They don’t even know they just walked in on their baby girl getting ruined."

Your mother’s voice floated closer, gentle and unsuspecting. "Y/N? Are you up yet?"

Panic ripped through you like a live current. You wriggled violently, trying to pull away, but Taehyung was immovable. He slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, forcing a strangled cry against his palm. The sound of his cock hitting deep inside you was filthy, wet, and so loud it made shame burn down your spine.

"Maybe she’s still asleep upstairs," your father’s voice followed, closer now.

Taehyung bit back a groan, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. His voice was ragged, dark, dripping with lust and possession.