The late afternoon sun was bleeding through the bedroom curtains when Tae climbed onto Jungkook, her heavy, swollen breasts bouncing as she straddled him. Five months pregnant, her belly curved beautifully between them, and Jungkook’s big hands cradled it like it was a treasure—his treasure.

“Fuck, look at you, baby…” he groaned, thrusting up into her as she sank down, their bodies slapping together. “My little slut… carrying my child… riding me like the whore you are.”