Morning light filtered through the thin cabin curtains, soft gold painting the tangled sheets and their sweat-slick bodies. Tae stirred first—lazy, satisfied, feeling the delicious ache between her thighs and the thick, warm weight still buried deep inside her. Kook’s arm was slung possessively around her waist, holding her flush against his chest, his cock half-hard even in sleep, twitching occasionally inside her cum-filled pussy.

She clenched deliberately—slow, teasing—squeezing her inner walls around him like a velvet fist.