Morning light cut through the heavy blackout curtains in thin gold lines, landing across the tangled sheets and the soft curve of Y/N’s bare hip. Jungkook was already awake, already hard, already moving. His dick rested thick and heavy against the cleft of her ass, the head sticky with the slow leak of precome. One arm pinned her waist; the other had slipped between her thighs sometime in the night so his fingers could stay buried in the warm, messy evidence of everything he’d left inside her.