Jungkook pulls away from her nipple with a wet pop, the cool air of the room hitting the damp, flushed skin of Violet’s breast. He stares at the heavy swell of her chest, his thumb tracing the tight, dark bud he’s just been tormenting. The breakfast tray sits forgotten on the edge of the massive bed, the scent of syrup and bacon mingling with the musky, raw smell of sex that still clings to the sheets.

"I want milk," Jungkook says, his voice dropping to a rough, playful growl. He squeezes her flesh, watching the skin whiten under his fingers. "I want these tits to be heavy and leaking, filling my mouth while I suck on them."