The drive to Jungkook's parents' house in the outskirts of Seoul was a tense blur of anticipation and exhaustion for Taehyung. The wine party had left him wrecked-body aching from the relentless group use, pussy still swollen and sensitive days later, breasts marked with fading bruises that peeked from under his loose sweater. Every bump in the road sent fresh throbs through his core, a reminder of the four men who had claimed him so thoroughly. Jungkook drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on Taehyung's thigh, fingers occasionally dipping higher to brush the seam of his jeans, making Taehyung squirm.

"You okay, baby?" Jungkook asked, voice low and teasing, eyes flicking to Taehyung's flushed face. He knew exactly how sore Taehyung was-had woken him that morning with gentle laps of his tongue on Taehyung's clit, soothing the redness before fucking him slowly against the shower wall, whispering praises about how perfectly he'd taken everyone.