Jungkook broke the kiss slowly, his tongue lingering on her lower lip before pulling back just enough to watch her flushed face. He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand tracing lazy circles over the curve of her hip, dipping toward the soft swell of her ass. 'Not yet, princess,' he murmured, voice thick with restraint. 'First, oppa's gotta clean you up. Can't have my baby girl all sticky from last night.'

Taehyung whimpered softly, her small body arching into his touch, but she nodded with wide, trusting eyes. 'Okay, oppa... will you help me? Like always?' Her voice was a sleepy coo, fingers clutching his bicep as if he might vanish.