Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Tonight

I awake the next morning in Jin's bed, his warm, naked frame molded to mine. I know it's late—much later than he usually sleeps in. But considering last night, he might need the extra rest.

It started out innocent, I swear. He asked me to come to watch him play PC games after dinner and I obliged, genuinely looking forward to spending time with the eldest member in his private space. I'd been in here before, of course. But it was more common for him and the others to come to visit my bedroom.

And as expected, I got bored after some time which led to me being a little nosy. I raided his closet for comfy tees to steal. I rearranged his collection of RJs. And I peeked at the framed photos he had displayed on his shelving units. There were a few with him and the precious pets he had lost, and while I knew a bit about them, I never dared to ask. And I wouldn't. I knew the wounds were still fresh, although he had found some healing through songwriting. Still, I wouldn't think of pressing him about them unless he broached the subject.

Jin caught me gazing at the photos with sorrow-glazed eyes and paused his game before coming over to me. And then, with his throat tight with emotion, he told me about his inspiration for his self-composed song until it became too hard for him to fight back tears. So I laid him down and held him tight. I told him in great detail how amazing and loving and precious he was—he is—to me. And I kissed away the stubborn emotion that wet his cheeks.

We stayed like that for a long time. And then our sweet kisses grew more heated, and our touches grew from comforting to needy. And then we were stripping off our clothes so Jin could purge the ache that still resided within his memories and replace them with indescribable pleasure.

It was emotional and deep and vulnerable. And it was honestly the best experience I had ever had with the beautiful, gentle man. So incredible that even now, I find it nearly impossible to tear myself away from his warm embrace. I want to heal his broken heart so badly but I know that it will take time. Time we may not have.

"Jinnie..." I rasp, my voice broken with sleep. "Baby, do you have a schedule today?"

He pretends to be asleep for a long beat but then I feel him shift behind me. "Just a few more minutes."

He nuzzles into the nape of my neck and then pulls me closer to his frame. And while I can literally still feel him inside me, I am ever so aware that Jin is sporting some major morning wood that causes the first stirrings of desire to pool in my belly. I squirm against him, wondering if the promise of another round would motivate him to wake up, and just as I suspect, within the next second, Jin is sliding his hand up my belly to palm my breast while pushing his length against my ass. I know we don't have much time so I don't want to waste any. I part my legs and reach back to position him at my entrance, prompting Jin to push inside me.

He groans low, his voice still hoarse from sleep, and pressing hip lips to my shoulder as he strokes me to ecstasy. Morning sex always feels amazing. I feel more full, more sensitive, and considering the way Jin is softly moaning in my ear, he's just as affected as I am.