The morning after finds Seokjin sprawled half beneath me on the couch.

At some point in the night I'd cuddled myself into his side, and by the time I awaken, our limbs are entirely tangled. Jin must have pulled a blanket over us at some point in the night, but beneath, I can feel his naked flesh against mine.

I blush when I realize that the thing currently tapping against my backside is nothing other than Jin's morning wood.

For the first time in a long time, I don't curse when I realize that, despite the fact it is the weekend, I have woken up earlier than necessary. The soft pre-dawn light filters through the living room window's blinds, and the city's lights glow softly against the wall.

Leaning up, I study Seokjin's sleeping face.

He looks so youthful, and at peace. I'm half tempted to place a kiss on his brow, half revealed by his unkempt bed head. But instead, I shimmy off of the couch as quietly as I can, blushing as my thigh brushes against his hard-on.

I tuck the blanket gently around Jin before standing to my full height. My legs wobble ever so slightly, and I ache in a way that I've never experienced before. And yet, I've never felt quite so exuberant.

I feel like Jin and I made a real emotional connection last night, and I smile as I recall it.

I creep quietly to my bedroom, unsure as to whether or not Seokjin is a light sleeper. I snatch a pair of underwear and some yoga pants, and a tank top from my drawers. Briefly, I wonder what I'm going to do about the fact that Jin is still in the nude, and fast asleep on the couch.

I'm going to have to wake him before Yuri wakes up.

I pass through my bedroom and into the hallway once more, and, treading carefully to the bathroom, I gaze upon the clock hanging on the living room wall.

It's only four in the morning. Yuri won't be up for another four hours, barring a nightmare or the need for a nightime trip to the bathroom. Hand on the bathroom door, I turn to gaze at Seokjin's sleeping form.

Since the bathroom is attached to the living room, and not the hallway, I can see his sleeping form from the door.

"Still fast asleep, " I murmur fondly, smiling easily.

I resolve to take a shower first, and then worry about waking him up. I open the door carefully and step into the small bathroom. The door creaks ever so slightly as I shut it behind me, and I wince.

The bathroom tile feels startlingly cold against my feet and I shiver, eager to get into the tub and get a good soak in. I simply can't set my clothes down upon the sink fast enough, and I scramble past the toilet to the shower door, and step inside.

I fumble with the knobs, getting the hot water going before pulling up the stool so that I can sit and scrub myself. From a nearby basket I pull out my body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. I smile, pulling out the loofa Jo had given me for Christmas last year.

"I really need to get a new loofa, " I think to myself, smiling wistfully.

The hot water feels like heaven as it pelts against my skin, and I curl my upper body into my lap so that it can fall upon my back. I watch as the water sloshes around upon the floor, and gets sucked down the drain in the very middle.

Once my skin feels satisfactorily slickened, I lean back, allowing the hot water to drench my hair.

I am so lost in the feeling of that blissfully hot water against my scalp and skin, that I completely fail to notice when the shower door opens, and someone else slips inside.

But what I do notice, is the sudden set of fingertips working shampoo into my hair, and I sigh in absolute bliss.

"You're really good at this, " I murmur softly. "I have a sister, remember?"

"You did mention that, didn't you? A nephew too right?"

"Mhm, " he replies.

"I'm sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't."

I feel the retreat of his fingers against my scalp, and from my periphery, I notice that he is standing. He retrieves the shower head, pulling it from it's mount with ease thanks to his height.

He massages my scalp once more with nimble fingers, working with the shower head to expell the shampoo from my hair. The feeling is divine. And if I were to turn my face ever so slightly to the left, his flaccid length would be right in my face.

I ache as an idea comes to mind.

I turn my head, purring for a moment as the movement causes Seokjin's fingers to hit a different portion of my scalp. Tentatively, I reach out and grab his length with nervous fingers.

He groans as I place my tongue upon the base of his shaft, I barely even manage to drag it up to the tip before the fingers in my hair suddenly grasp on, and he thrusts, eagerly seeking the heat of my mouth.

I try to pull away, surprised, but his hands grasp my hair even more tightly, and before I know what's happening, I am gagging on his cock.

He thrusts with no concern for my throat, and the ache in my belly increases. The look on his face is pure rapture, dark brows knit together in concentration.

I've never been so turned on in my life.

"Jagi…" he groans, voice husky and tight with desire. "Your mouth feels so good…"

The way that his voice sounds sends a wave of heat coursing through me, and I drown helplessly in the delisciousness of it all. With trembling fingers I reach down to caress my own flesh, and as Jin continues to fuck my face, using both hands to pull my head even closer at the end of every thrust, I touch myself. I nearly choke on his cock as a moan bubbles forth from within me, and he gasps in surprise.

I can feel the sticky warmth of his cum as it slides down my throat, and a part of me feels immensely proud. I swallow, squeezing the tip of his length, still buried in my throat.

He growls as he pulls out, and I yelp in surprise as he lifts me up, and shoves my upper body against the showers wall as if I weighed nothing at all.

I nearly cry in relief, keening helplessly as he sinks his impressive length into my already sopping cunt. The strangled moans that escape from my bewitched throat sound more like sobs that anything else, and my eyes water as the tip of him beats against my cervix in a savage, nearly animalistic manner.

The tile is cool against my feverish breasts, and his hands grip my hips so firmly, I'm sure there will be bruises tommorow. And my knees shake, threatening to buckle under his brutal assault. The intense snap of his hips has him buried so far inside of me, that I can't tell where he starts or where I end.

My mind is a mess, my tongue capable of producing only broken jibberish. And as I climax, head drooping beneath the weight of the pleasurable tidal wave that has overcome me, he does too.

And with a shout of my name no less.

By the time we leave the shower, the water has gone cold.