Tae’s robe barely covered her thighs when she slid into the dining chair, her pussy still throbbing from Jungkook’s tongue. The tablecloth draped low—enough to hide the predator crouched beneath it, his breath hot against her inner knee. Sehun uncorked wine, oblivious as Jungkook’s fingers crept up her bare thigh.

“You’re quiet,” Sehun mused, filling her glass. Tae’s knuckles whitened around her fork when Jungkook’s tongue flicked her clit—*once*—teasing. “J-just hungry,” she stammered, spreading her legs wider under the table. Jungkook’s chuckle vibrated against her sensitive flesh before he dug in, lapping at her swollen folds with slow, filthy strokes.