Koo always remembered the ice cream truck. That cheap jingle, tinny and sharp, cutting through suburban afternoons. She was eight, sticky fingers clutching a melted popsicle, watching the man hand cones to neighborhood kids. His eyes lingered too long on her mother’s low-cut blouse. Even then, Koo understood power—how a look could freeze you or make you burn.

Now, at twenty-five, she leaned against their penthouse window. City lights blurred below like scattered glitter. Her reflection showed curves hugged by sheer lace—a black bodysuit leaving little to imagination. Pink lips curved into a lazy smile. The cool glass pressed against her bare thigh. She heard Taehyung’s footsteps first, heavy and deliberate on the marble floor.

He didn’t speak. Just wrapped thick arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against him. Heat radiated off his muscled chest. His hands slid up, cupping her breasts through the flimsy fabric.

"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," he growled into her ear. His breath hitched as she ground back against the hard line of his cock.

Later, tangled in silk sheets damp with sweat, Koo traced the scars on Taehyung’s shoulder—a souvenir from his rugby days. His fingers idly played with her nipple, making her squirm.

"I have been thinking this for sometime now," he murmured, voice rough from exertion. "Watching you take strangers... men lining up to fuck you while I watch." He paused, hand sliding down her stomach. "Imagine their hands all over these perfect tits." Koo froze. Her pulse hammered against his palm. Wetness flooded between her thighs.

Taehyung’s fingers tightened on Koo’s hipbone, pressing her deeper into the mattress as his words hung thick in the air. She could smell their sex—musky and primal—mingling with the faint vanilla of her perfume. Strangers. The idea coiled hot and slick in her belly.

She arched her back, letting out a shaky laugh. "You really want to see that? Me...spread open for anyone?" Her voice was a low purr, fingers trailing down his sweat-slicked chest.

He caught her wrist, pinning it above her head. Moonlight caught the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Not anyone," he corrected, thumb stroking her pulse point. "Men I choose."

His free hand slid between her thighs, fingertips brushing her swollen pink folds. She gasped—wetness soaked his knuckles instantly.

"Look at you," he whispered, breath hot against her neck. "Already dripping just thinking about it."

Koo’s hips jerked involuntarily, chasing his touch. The sheer lace bodysuit clung to her breasts, nipples hard peaks beneath the fabric. She imagined rough hands there, tongues, teeth—Tae’s gaze burning into her.

"What if I...*like* it too much?" she breathed, half-challenging, half-terrified. Her skin prickled, alive with phantom touches.

Taehyung’s laugh was dark velvet. He rolled atop her, knees nudging her thighs wider. "That’s the fucking point, baby."

His mouth claimed hers, possessive and deep. When he pulled back, his lips glistened. "Next Friday. Let’s go to a club." He nipped her earlobe, voice dropping to a graveled whisper.

"You’ll walk in wearing one of your sluttiest dress. And when i give signal you fuck any guy..." His palm smacked her ass—sharp, stinging—making her cry out. "...I’ll watch him fuck you raw."

Koo’s moan dissolved into a whimper. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down. "Yes," she hissed against his mouth. "*Fuck*, yes." The city’s distant hum faded beneath the rush of blood in her ears—the promise throbbing where his body met hers.