There you were. Sweet thing in her little shorts and a tight top, sitting across from Jungkook at the breakfast table. Beautiful and hot. Just like a week ago, and a week before that. The only difference was that this morning he knew the feel of your pussy squeezing his dick, knew the taste of your soft lips, the weight of your tits in his hands. This morning you were his.

While Jungkook’s wife was setting the table for the three of you, you were throwing shy glances at your stepdad from time to time. Jungkook fucking loved it. Loved how anxious you were about what you two had done the previous night, loved how you flinched every time he spoke, scared that he’d tell the secret to your mother.