Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Miss Right

Jet lag is a bitch. And by the time we finish dinner, we're all itching to get to bed. Plus the guys have an early morning of promotions. First stop? The Ellen Show.

I head into Jungkook's room while he's taking one of his 50-minute showers, grab some comfy PJs and my toiletry bag, and look for an unoccupied bathroom. Sharing is going to take some getting used to. I can't even imagine how they managed to share one bedroom and one bathroom back in their rookie days.

Yoongi invites me to use his since he's already done washing and getting ready for bed. After I'm clean and dressed, I don't even hesitate to crawl into bed with him.

"Yoongs, you're so cozy," I murmur, spooning him from behind and draping a leg over his dozing frame.

He peels open an eye and looks back at me. "I should be cuddling you."

I shake my head and kiss the back of his neck. "You can be my little spoon."

"You're smaller than me," he grumbles. "But...it's ok. You can cuddle me."

I squeeze him tighter. "Are you saying I can sleep with you tonight?"

"Do you need to hear me say it?"

I nod.

He releases a sigh. "Violet, you can stay with me tonight. And every night, if you want. I sleep better with you anyway."

"You sleep like the dead no matter what."

We tease each other for a few more minutes until we both succumb to sleep.

Yoongi really is such a cozy bedmate. And while I'm extremely attracted to him, I love that I never feel any self-imposed pressure to be intimate with him. Our relationship just doesn't work like that. Have we made out? Yes. Do we like to touch and kiss each other regularly? Yes. But going beyond that hasn't happened for us, and that's ok. He could be saving himself for marriage, which is totally admirable.

However, sometime in the early moments of dawn, I find that I may be totally off base.

I must have rolled onto my back during the night and as if he were searching for my warmth, Yoongi turned as well, molding himself to my frame. I thought I felt him stir awake but figured it was just time for him to get up and start his day. Apparently not.

I feel his lips on my neck and his tongue tracing my collarbone. Even half-asleep, I reflexively gasp at the feel of his hot mouth on me and run my hands up his back. Yoongi's fingers find the buttons of my pajama top and begin to unfasten, his lips never leaving my skin. And then he's licking and sucking his way down, laving my nipples, swirling his tongue in my belly button, kissing my hipbones. And holy hell...his mouth feels good.

His fingertips run over the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and I don't even hesitate. I lift my ass just enough to him to slide them and my panties down and off. His hair tickles my thighs as he spreads them apart and settles between them, kissing my sensitive inner skin. I whine with need and whimper his name, begging him to touch me more. And Yoongi puts me out of my misery, sinking down to place my legs over his shoulders, and covers my entire mound with his mouth.

My back arches immediately yet Yoongi holds me in place, feasting on me like I'm his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He sucks my clit hard then eases the delicious sting with the flat of his tongue. He buries his entire face in me, devouring me with an insatiable hunger that has my knees quivering on either side of his head. I've never, ever experienced anything like this with Yoongi. He's so fierce and in control and just...so damn good that I have to turn my head and bite the pillow to muffle my moans. And when he inserts his long, thick tongue inside me and begins to fuck me with it, I lose it. I break apart inside his mouth and he continues to suck me softly through the intense orgasm, lapping up every drop while also prolonging the crashing waves of climax. He doesn't let up until I'm mewling and near tears, overly sensitive from the pleasure he just inflicted on my body. Then, without a word, he slides off the bed and goes into the en suite bathroom, leaving me to drift back to sleep just as the first rays of golden sunlight filter through the curtains.