The candle flames danced softly in the flower-strewn bedroom, casting flickering shadows across their naked bodies as Jungkook and Tae stood facing each other. The air was thick with the scent of roses and unspoken tension—need, desire, and something deeper that neither dared name. Tae’s diamonds sparkled like stars against her flushed skin, her pink lips parted slightly, breath coming in shallow waves. Jungkook’s eyes held hers, dark and intense, his cock already hardening just from the sight of her.

Without a word, he took her hand and led her to the massive bed, petals crunching softly under their feet. They lay down together—skin to skin, the heat between them electric. Tae shifted first, climbing on top of him, her thick thighs straddling his hips, her heavy tits pressing against his chest. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss—soft at first, lips brushing like whispers, then deeper, tongues meeting in lazy exploration.