The next morning, Koo woke up still buzzing from the grocery store encounter. She stretched lazily in bed, naked sheets tangled around her legs, Taehyung’s printed photo still on the nightstand like a talisman. Her pussy throbbed at the memory of how hard he’d gotten just from her words.

She grabbed her phone, found Tae 🍆💦 in contacts, and hit call.

It rang twice before he picked up—voice shy, hesitant, already a little breathless.

“H-hello?”

Koo smiled, voice dropping to that husky, teasing purr she knew would wreck him.

“Good morning, handsome. Sleep well? Dream about me?”

A long pause. She could practically hear him blushing.

“I… uh… y-yes. I mean—no. I mean—”

She laughed softly. “Relax, baby boy. I’m calling to tell you about tonight. Our date. I reserved a table at Le Ciel Noir—private booth in the back. 8 p.m. sharp. Don’t be late, Taehyungie. I hate waiting.”

Taehyung swallowed audibly. “K-Koo… I don’t know if… I’ve never really… gone on a date before. Maybe it’s not—”

“Oh no you don’t,” she cut in, voice firm but dripping honey. “You’re not backing out on me. I’ve been thinking about you all night. How cute you looked when you got hard in the vegetable aisle. How I want to see that pretty blush again… up close. You’re coming, Tae. Say yes.”

Another pause. His breathing was uneven.

“…Okay. Yes. I’ll… I’ll be there.”

“Good boy,” she purred. “Wear something nice. I want to see how good you clean up. See you tonight, handsome.”

She hung up before he could overthink it.

Evening came.

Taehyung stood in front of his full-length mirror, tugging at the collar of his black button-down. Slim black pants, leather belt, hair styled just a little—nervous fingers had messed it up twice already. His heart hammered. He’d never done this. Never even asked a girl out. And now… Koo.

Downstairs, Mimi and Yoongi were in the living room when he came down the stairs.

Mimi’s eyes lit up. “Taehyungie? You look so handsome!”

Yoongi raised a brow, small smile tugging his lips. “Where are you headed, son?”

Tae flushed crimson, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… uh… I have a date.”

Mimi gasped, hands flying to her mouth. Yoongi’s smile widened just a fraction.

“A date?!” Mimi rushed over, smoothing his shirt. “Oh my baby! With who? Is she pretty? Be nice, okay? Have fun. Don’t be too shy. And text us when you’re home safe!”

Yoongi clapped him on the shoulder—gentle, proud. “Good luck, Tae. Enjoy yourself.”

Tae nodded, ears burning. “Thanks, Eomma. Appa.”

He left before they could ask more questions.

Le Ciel Noir was dim, intimate—candles flickering, soft jazz, velvet booths. The hostess led him to the reserved table in the back corner. Private. Secluded.

Tae sat, leg bouncing under the table, checking his watch every thirty seconds.

Then she walked in.

Koo in a tiny red dress—crimson silk that hugged every curve like it was painted on. Neckline plunged to her navel, barely containing the heavy swell of her bare tits, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. Hem so short it rode high on her thick thighs with every step. No bra. No panties. Heels making her legs look endless. Hair loose, lips glossy red, eyes locked on him like prey.

Taehyung’s breath hitched. Stopped. His cock twitched instantly in his pants.

She swayed over, hips rolling, and stopped at the table.

He stood quickly—polite, gentlemanly—pulling out her chair.

Koo’s smile was wicked. She stepped right into his space, wrapped her arms around his neck in a full-body hug, pressing her soft, heavy tits hard against his chest.

“Mmm, so polite,” she murmured against his ear. “Such a gentleman, Taehyungie.”

She kissed his cheek—slow, wet—then pulled back, pouting dramatically.

“But… no flowers? You didn’t bring me any?”

Tae stiffened, eyes wide. “I—I didn’t know—I’m sorry, I can go buy—”

She laughed, pressing a finger to his lips. “Next time, handsome. Don’t forget. I like being spoiled.”

He nodded frantically. “I won’t. Promise.”

They sat. Koo slid into the booth close—thigh brushing his immediately.

They ordered—steak for him, salmon for her, wine. Koo talked nonstop—funny stories, teasing him about university, asking about his favorite books, his music taste. She made him laugh—real, surprised laughs that made his shoulders relax a little.

By dessert—one big chocolate lava cake with two spoons—she scooted her chair even closer. Her fat tits pressed into his arm constantly.

She scooped a bite, moaned obscenely around the spoon.

“Mmm… so good. Almost as sweet as you look when you blush.”

Tae flushed harder.

She took another bite—deliberately messy. A drop of warm chocolate sauce fell right onto the swell of her cleavage.

“Oh nooo,” she pouted, looking down. “Look what I did.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes. “You can lick it clean if you want, Taehyungie. I won’t mind.”

Taehyung choked on air. Face scarlet. “K-Koo—”

She giggled, scooped the drop with her finger instead, brought it to her mouth, and sucked slow—eyes never leaving his. Tongue swirling around her fingertip.

“Too bad,” she whispered. “Next time maybe.”

She fed him a bite—leaning in so close her breath ghosted his lips.

Then another moan as she ate her own. “God… this is almost as good as coming.”

Tae was rock hard now—painfully obvious under the table.

Koo noticed. Smirked.

She reached under the table, took his hand, guided it to her bare thigh.

Tae stiffened. “K-Koo… we’re in public—”

“Shhh,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “No one can see. Just feel.”

She slid his hand higher—smooth skin, warm, trembling slightly with her own excitement.

“You’re shaking, baby,” she murmured. “So cute. You ever touched a pussy before?”

He shook his head, barely breathing.

“First time for everything.”

She guided him higher. His fingertips brushed her soaked folds—pink, fat, dripping.

Tae gasped—sharp, choked sound.

“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he whispered, shocked.

Koo moaned softly against his ear. “All for you, handsome. Been wet since the grocery store thinking about this big cock.”

She pressed his fingers to her swollen clit—hard, throbbing.

“Circle it, baby. Slow. Like this.”

She moved his hand for him at first—slow circles. Then faster.

Her breath hitched. “Yes… just like that. Good boy. Feel how slippery I am? That’s because of you.”

Tae’s fingers trembled but followed. He was panting now.

Koo’s other hand slid to his lap—cupped the thick bulge through his pants. Squeezed.

“God, you’re so hard,” she whispered. “So big. Bet this cock would stretch my tight little pussy so good.”

Tae whimpered—quiet, desperate.

She sped up his fingers on her clit—using them like her own toy.

“Faster, Taehyungie… rub my clit. Make me come on your fingers right here.”

She squeezed his cock harder—stroking through the fabric.

“Look at me,” she breathed. “Watch my face when I come.”

Her hips rocked subtly under the table. Breaths turning to soft moans only he could hear.

“Fuck… yes… right there… gonna come… gonna soak your hand, baby…”

She shattered—hard. Back arching slightly, thighs clamping around his wrist, pussy pulsing, gushing wet over his fingers. A low, broken moan escaped her lips.

Tae stared—mesmerized, flushed, cock throbbing painfully.

Koo slowly pulled his hand out—fingers glistening, dripping.

She brought them to her mouth—sucked one clean, eyes locked on his.

“Mmm… taste how sweet I am for you.”

She offered the other finger to him.

“Want a taste, handsome?”

Tae hesitated—then leaned in, lips parting. Sucked the finger clean—tentative at first, then hungry.

Koo’s eyes darkened. “Good boy.”

She leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth—soft, filthy promise.