Tae woke to golden light filtering through gossamer curtains and Jungkook's mouth on her nipple. "Mmm—cheating," she mumbled, arching into the lazy circles his tongue was tracing. His answering chuckle vibrated against her tender flesh as his hand slid between her thighs, fingers already slick with her arousal.

"Morning wood privileges," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the diamond choker she still wore. His cock nudged her inner thigh—hard again, tip glistening. "Gonna ride me while I eat these strawberries?" He gestured to the breakfast tray beside the bed: crystal flute of orange juice, tiny silver fork speared through ripe fruit.