One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 43

~Jimin's POV~

"H-Hyung, stop it!" I giggled loudly, swatting at his hands and backing up.

"Why? You look cute." He said with a smile, moving closer to me and batting away my hands with ease.

I whined as he easily broke passed my defenses. "You're making a mess!"

"We can clean it up when we're finished. It means more time together, if you ask me." He said, and backed me up into the counter. He pinned me there and smirked, before he shook his canister of whipped cream.

"Hyung, that's for the pie!"

"And now...it's for your lips." He mumbled, before he covered my lips with a little bit of whipped cream. I whined as the sweetness of it covered my lips. At least, until he slowly licked it off my bottom lip. I parted my lips slightly as his tongue ran along them, my own tongue peeking out a bit. I let out a quiet moan whenever his tongue's tip brushed mine, and our innocent little confection making date turned into a makeout session with me sitting on the counter and him holding my hips tight as his tongue dominated mine, licking up some of the whipped cream sloppily. I moaned quietly whenever I tasted the sweetness on his tongue.

I felt myself getting more and more excited, whenever he picked me up off the counter and carried me to his couch, slowly beginning to undress me, pampering my body in all kinds of ways until--

I gasped and sat up quickly whenever I woke up. I groaned whenever I looked down at my crotch to find a raging erection. I sighed dejectedly, and laid back down with an annoyed expression.

Another wet dream.

Every night for the passed two weeks, I've been having a wet dream about Yoongi. They would always start with a normal kind of date like he would take me on, and then suddenly it would take a sexual turn. But I always woke up before anything good happened.

Honestly, I had already figured out that this was my body's way of telling me that it missed having sex with him. I know that we had both agreed that we wouldn't have sex or stay the night together until we got to know each other better, but that was before my body started having these--withdrawls without his touch. Every little touch from him on our dates would spark a sexual reaction from me. He never noticed it, but I did. And it seriously annoyed me.

Why is my body reacting like this?

I sighed, thinking that I had to meet him later and sit through the torture of a boner while he was trying to be sweet and loving. Yoongi had embraced a surprisingly soft, understanding and cuddly side now. He was constantly making sure that I was content, and he made sure he didn't do anything I wasn't comfortable with. I.E., if he comes to pick me up, he makes sure I'm home by eight with a kiss on my forehead, or he makes sure that he doesn't annoy me with his cuddles. Though that wouldn't be a problem.

I just wish I didn't have a boner through it all.

And I wish I didn't have one now.

I groaned quietly in annoyance, knowing I would have to get rid of it, since Yoongi was due to show up to pick me up in an hour. I sighed, before I slipped my hands into my underwear.

I gasped quietly whenever my fingers brushed my tip. I moved my fingers around it, teasing my length the way I liked it before I slipped my hand passed it to my entrance. I let out a tiny moan whenever I slipped my finger inside. I groaned as I teased myself with my finger, looking for my prostate but my finger not being long enough for me to search thoroughly.

Before I even realized what I was doing, my mind started imagining my finger as Yoongi's, and that he was doing this. Just the thought made me let out a whine. I closed my eyes and added another finger.